Lucia was sitting beside Fururu, looking completely spaced out.
She already had a rather expressionless face to begin with, but now that she had transformed into a capybara girl, it was even harder to read her emotions.
Could it really be possible that the Dragon God Lucia was unable to dispel the time-stop magic that had been cast on Fururu's limbs?
"…What's wrong?"
"Um, well… I was thinking that when you went 'Kyaa, stop!' and pressed down your skirt, I'd say 'See, it moved,' but…"
"I don't mind if it's you, Masaharu…"
"I see."
She says such happy-making things. Earlier I had to prioritize saving her life so I couldn't look properly, but now I can stare closely at her lower belly and anus up close.
I moved to the bottom side of the bed, grabbed Fururu's ankles, and spread her legs apart.
Hm?
Her legs felt strangely heavy. It wasn't the same weight as an inorganic love doll — it was a different kind of heaviness, with some odd resistance.
"Eh?"
