As Kreti's lips approached, Herbert's thoughts were quite complex.
That complexity wasn't about resistance but a faint melancholy.
Lately, he felt like his status with the Monster Girls had been reversed.
Why am I always the one getting forcefully kissed and pushed down...
This isn't right!
Clearly, I'm the hunter, so why do I increasingly seem like the prey?
"What's going on? Why is everyone so proactive now..."
Valentina is the same as ever, always a predator driven by strong desire.
Her blood-red, ruby-like slit eyes always shimmered in the shadows behind Herbert, ready to drag her "prey" into her lair for a grand fiesta anytime.
Even the seemingly docile Fremay isn't so innocent... does anyone really think Sea Sirens are a kind breed?
Their kind loves to "devour" exotic mates, you know.
Vampires, Dark Elves, Fallen Angels... each has their skills; none are good people.
