Transfiguration
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At present, Sheyan’s strength of 49 points was already touching the apex of the realms beneath Reserve-duty Growth-hunter. Yet when facing against this perverted monster, he actually found himself powerless to resist!!
He practically felt like an infant, thoroughly suppressed in all aspects; resigned to her wanton toying.
"What is she going to do?"
This notion welled up in Sheyan’s sea of consciousness.
In his alarming horror, he observed this shrivelled corpse executing a deep breathing motion. Closely following, at the cleavage of her bony bosom, a goose-sized lump slowly swelled up before it started to swiftly wrestle upwards.
Finally, she stretched open her mouth fiercely, and from within the darkness of her oesophagus, an ashen coloured object was being squeezed out by her contracting throat muscles.