Demi-human Girls Completion Manual Chapter 1698 - 130: Scars

"The punishment is placing food on Fisher’s body, and then, regardless of whether it’s you or dinner, I can eat it all, right?"

"..."

When Elizabeth said this, Fisher couldn’t help but swallow hard, his entire body stiffening immediately.

How he wished this was just a joke from Elizabeth, so that when he looked up in disbelief at her, he would only see an expression of "Haha, just kidding" rather than her current eager and heated look of "Where should I start eating?"

This forced Fisher to accept a reality: Elizabeth seems to be serious.

Having always been indulged in greedily taking, wanting to devour all the lovely and beautiful women, Fisher finally recalled the fear of being eaten.

"Wait a minute, Elizabeth..."

Seeing Elizabeth lightly lick her lips, and noticing that her mouth was visibly salivating from hunger, Fisher had no choice but to reach out to try to stop this absurd act.

"Don’t you think it’s dirty?" No matter how you look at it, putting food on my body is too..."

"Well, Fisher, if you put it that way..."

After hearing Fisher’s reasoning, Elizabeth touched her chin, looking somewhat hesitant, which brought a slight joy to Fisher.

Great, it seems his persuasion worked.

But before he could be happy for more than a second, Elizabeth’s face turned slightly red, her smile becoming even more strange,

"Then, Fisher, hurry and take a bath with me. I’ll have Dianne bring the food over. This way, we can eat while bathing, ensuring everything is clean, whether Fisher or food..."

No, doesn’t this sound even stranger?

Fisher’s face darkened, even imagining the wicked scene of Elizabeth washing ingredients while cleaning herself and then spreading them on his body in sequence...

No, no, this is completely indescribable or unimaginable.

Shifting tactics and looking for excuses did not seem to work at all. Would coming straightforward work better in this situation?

"...Sorry, Elizabeth, I actually can’t accept this."

"But if Fisher can accept it, can it still count as punishment?"

"..."

Ah, she makes a compelling argument.

Fisher was slightly stunned, looking at Elizabeth before him, seeing her tilt her head like an innocent child, earnestly questioning the meaning of "punishment."

But a second later, her innocence completely crumbled, morphing into an insatiable wicked smile.

The desire to savor Fisher’s wonderful body was now evident; previously she had seen through Fisher’s thoughts early on and was not bothered to appear demure anymore.

She simply wants to eat Fisher’s body as if savoring something delicious, enjoying the long-awaited exquisite taste...

What should you do, Fisher?

Fisher was slightly stunned, then sighed, suddenly approaching in Elizabeth’s gaze, grabbing her wrist while clasping her chin.

Oh?

Instead of dodging and negotiating with her, he proactively approached... Hmm...

As Elizabeth wondered like this, Fisher’s surprising kiss abruptly interrupted her thoughts.

Unlike the excessive invasion of her lips while she was asleep, if that kiss merely possessed him bodily, now it felt like possessing his soul.

That initiative, slightly trembling with passionate blossoming, made her recall that afternoon at eighteen in the Royal College library.

She remembered casually observing Fisher reading beside her, his gaze fixed on the book, but under the rendering of cicada chirps and sunlight outside, she keenly noticed the slight rise in his face’s temperature, his subtly bobbing Adam’s apple, and his occasionally flickering eyes glancing at her.

Did he blush just from watching him?

Such a cute reaction.

Then, what if I get a little closer? What would happen?

At that time, the innocent Elizabeth might just have wanted to tease the insensible Fisher, thus smiling as she unconsciously leaned her beauteous face somewhat closer to him.

She did not realize, amidst her attentive observation, her body fragrance increasingly filled Fisher’s nostrils, her heated breath unmistakably patting against Fisher’s skin, making him more and more tense.

And so, at that moment, the youthful and green Fisher finally losing control, gently turned his head, lightly clasping Elizabeth’s chin, softly kissing her lips.

Of course, that shy first kiss was more like a dragonfly skimming the water, so light that looking back now, it remains unclear whether the brief skin contact exceeded a second.

However, that feeling, that accelerated heartbeat, that electrifying slight numbness, spread like ripples from a dragonfly on water throughout the years until this moment.

"Smooch..."

Now, with Fisher clasping her chin in a kiss, Elizabeth’s eyes trembled slightly. She inevitably softened, unable to remain upright like water, fortunately, Fisher quickly reached out to support her waist, preventing any further reaction.