Disaster of the Desert

-Squish.

…Damn it.

If I’d still had my original body, I wouldn’t have had to suffer such humiliating treatment.

“Anyway, a scouting party organized in Vista did set out to investigate a few days ago….”

Cradled in Frederica’s arms, I felt the weight of her unnecessarily huge breasts pressing against my head and vowed to get my revenge.

“Grit.”

“Ren? Could you not make strange noises? They’re rather loud.”

“Youuu—kgh….”

As though to make it clear that rebellion would not be tolerated, Frederica tightened her hold on me.

The pain was so intense it felt as though every bone in my body were breaking, forcing my mouth shut...