A Monster's Recovery Method
Morning. Warm sunlight spilled through the window of Beatrice's bedroom.
"Mmm..."
Jill rubbed her eyes and sat up.
As soon as she regained consciousness, the vivid memories of last night's intense passion rushed back, making her face flush hot.
The lingering warmth of a delicate yet relentless pleasure—so different from the raw, brutal couplings she had experienced with men—still thrummed in every corner of her body.
"Are you awake, my little kitten?"
Beatrice approached, her voice dripping with elegance.
She was already perfectly made up and dressed in a luxurious housegown.
Beatrice sat on the edge of the bed and gently brushed aside Jill's messy, bed-ruffled hair.
"Viscountess... did you sleep well?"
Jill offered a shy greeting.
Remembering how she had wailed and clung to the woman the night before made it embarrassing to look her straight in the eye.
"Thanks to you, I slept wonderfully. You truly were... the perfect partner."
Beatrice lifted Jill's chin and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
"I would love to have breakfast with you, but I have a mountain of work waiting for me. It's a shame, really."
She stroked Jill's cheek with genuine regret, and Jill narrowed her eyes happily at the gentle touch.
Unlike the men who always forced their way, Beatrice was polite and attentive to the very end. It was impossible not to feel fond of her.
"Um... Viscountess."
"Yes?"
"Can I... come visit you again sometime? And, um... can I call you big sister?"
Jill asked hesitantly.
It wasn't just because she was horny; rather, in this bleak and harsh fantasy world, her time with Beatrice felt strangely warm and safe.
Though, of course, the pleasure had been absolutely mind-blowing.
Beatrice's eyes curved into crescent moons.
"Hohoho, of course. You are welcome anytime. I will always keep a spot open just for you."
She pulled Jill into a tight embrace and showered her with a deep, passionate kiss.
"Mph... slurp... haah..."
Once Beatrice left the room, Jill kicked her feet on the bed and giggled like a schoolgirl.
"Hehe... a rich, beautiful big sister who's amazing in bed. God, I love this."
Jill hummed a tune as she gathered her clothes from the floor and slipped them on.
Draping her Black Dragon Leather Cloak over her shoulders, she looked in the mirror and spotted a vivid red hickey on her neck—a clear souvenir from last night.
"Doing it with a girl is actually way better than I thought. Maybe I have a natural talent for this?"
With a spring in her step, Jill left the bedroom feeling lighter than air.
Humming happily, Jill strolled down the hallway toward Penis's room.
That muscle-brained idiot. He said it would take three days to recover, but surely he isn't still groaning in bed, is he? Should I make him some porridge or something?
He was her partner, after all. She felt a tiny pang of guilt for leaving a sick man behind to go enjoy herself.
Arriving at his door, Jill grabbed the handle and took a deep breath.
Alright, let's be a little nice to him today.
She threw the door open.
"Hey, Penis! How's your body feel—huh...?"
An unbelievable sight unfolded before Jill's eyes the moment she stepped inside.
The room was thick with sweltering heat and the pungent, musky stench of semen.
The bed had been pushed to one side, transforming the spacious room into an indescribable, bizarre circus.
"Hup! Hah! One! Two! Focus on your lower body!"
Penis was standing there. And he looked completely, utterly fine.
With his feet shoulder-width apart, he was holding a horse stance—specifically, a squat.
The problem was what was happening in front of and behind him.
In front of Penis was Astrid.
She was wearing skin-tight leather tights, but embarrassingly, the crotch was completely cut out, leaving her lower half entirely exposed.
She was bent deeply at the waist, thrusting her ass backward, and between her cheeks, Penis's colossal shaft was violently pounding into her.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Ah! Ugh! Lord Penis...! It's... it's too intense...!"
Astrid braced her hands on the floor and shook her hips, struggling to absorb Penis's rhythm. Every time her back muscles rippled, beads of sweat sprayed in all directions.
And in the corner of the room, there was an even more shocking sight.
"Ahnn... Lord Penis... I can't do any more..."
"Hehe... so good... it's too good..."
Two naked maids lay sprawled on the floor, clinging to each other.
Thick white semen continuously leaked from between their thighs, pooling on the floor.
Having already been thoroughly drained by Penis, their eyes were rolled back, showing only the whites as they limply gestured at the empty air.
It looked like the aftermath of a devastating hurricane.
Penis was pumping his thigh muscles by repeating squats while buried deep inside Astrid's backside.
"Your squat form is slipping! Astrid, lift your ass higher! Your grip is too weak! I can't cum like this?!"
"I-I am sorry! Hup! I will squeeze! Ahnnn!"
Jill froze on the spot, her jaw dropping.
"..."
Worry? Porridge? Kindness?
My ass.
The word 'worry' shattered into a million pieces in Jill's mind and blew away in the wind.
"Ha... haha... Hahaha!"
A hollow laugh escaped Jill's lips. She was so utterly dumbfounded that she was speechless.
What the hell is that... That lunatic... Is he even human? Is this really the same guy who was coughing up blood and collapsing yesterday?
Instead of resting to recover, he was replenishing his energy by doing sex and fitness at the same time.
Monster, beast, pervert—no modifier in the world was enough to describe him.
"Ah, you're back, Flesh Light?"
Without pausing his workout, Penis turned his head to look at Jill.
His body, glistening with sweat, was as imposing as a Greek statue—or rather, an Orc General.
"Did you have a good time with Viscountess Beatrice? Your face is practically glowing."
"Hey... you... seriously..."
Jill shook her head in disbelief.
"I was an idiot to worry about you. You're having the time of your life."
"Worry? Please. I told you, I need to have sex with women to circulate my energy and recover."
Penis grinned and snapped his hips forward with immense force.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ahhhhh!"
Astrid shrieked, her body buckling as if she were about to collapse onto the floor.
"This is what you call Sex Fitness. Strength training and stamina boosting all in one! You want to come over here and do some bench presses? I'll lift you."
"No thanks, you psycho!"
Jill waved her hands in disgust. If she got caught between them, there was no telling what he would do to her.
"And when did you even seduce those maids? You're really something else."
"Seduce? Nobody seduced anyone. I just grabbed some girls passing by the hallway and asked if they wanted to go a round, and they happily followed me. Quite the lovely ladies."
"Ah, yes... of course they did."
Jill had nothing left to say.
What kind of absurd pheromones did this guy possess to charm every single woman he met?
Or was everyone in this world just collectively insane?
To think I'm partners with a guy like this... what a life.
Jill let out a heavy sigh.
"Fine, have fun working out. Hope your muscles explode."
"Where are you going?"
"Out. I didn't even get to sightsee properly because of that Valentine bastard. Watching you play around makes me jealous, so I'm going out to buy some delicious food and look around."
Jill turned around without any lingering regrets.
"I'm off. Maids, wake up. Astrid, you... hang in there."
"N-no, not at all! I-I am honored... Ugh! Lord Penis, that's too deep...!"
Even as Jill shut the door behind her, Astrid's screams and Penis's grunts of exertion echoed from inside the room.
"More! Deeper! 100 reps of deep squats! Don't lose your grip!"
"Ahhh! Lord Penis!"
Penis's thigh muscles bulged to the bursting point, thick veins writhing like earthworms beneath his skin.
With his massive shaft buried to the root inside Astrid's tight cunt, he ruthlessly bent and straightened his lower body over and over.
"Hup! Ninety-eight! Whew! Ninety-nine!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The wet slapping of flesh against flesh echoed with heavy, dull impacts.
"Kyaaaah! Ah! Ah! It's hitting! It's hitting! My womb is going to shatter... Ahnn!"
Astrid wailed like a beast, her hands planted firmly on the floor.
Though she possessed a strong body forged through knightly training, she was nothing more than a fragile female before Penis's monstrous, mechanical thrusts.
Every time Penis lowered his hips, his brutal glans hammered relentlessly against Astrid's cervix.
The sheer pressure piercing deep into her lower abdomen made her eyes roll back and wander aimlessly.
"Squeeze your cunt! Bite down on my cock!"
"Ugh! Yes! I'll squeeze! I'm squeezing! Ahnn!"
Astrid channeled strength into her trembling thighs, contracting her vaginal walls.
The hot, wet flesh clamped down on Penis's shaft like a vice.
"Oh, yes! That's it! A knight should at least be capable of this!"
As her grip tightened, Penis's excitement reached a fever pitch.
Maintaining his squat form, he gripped Astrid's hips tightly with both hands.
"Last set! Going at full speed!"
"Hieek?! M-more?! Ahhhhh!"
Penis's hips began to blur with blinding speed.
Squelch! Squelch! Slap! Slap!
An immense amount of love juice sprayed in all directions alongside the wet friction.
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Astrid's buttocks rippled like waves, and drool leaked uncontrollably from her mouth.
"Ah! Ah! No! Too fast! My brain is going to melt! Lord Penis! Ahnnn!"
Astrid's head snapped back.
Her vision flashed white. It was a violent mating that transcended mere pleasure, bordering on a threat to her very life.
"Good... squeeze me tighter...!"
Penis hugged Astrid's waist with bone-crushing force, summoning his remaining strength to plunge deep inside.
Squish!
His massive pillar forced open her cervix, burying itself deep within her womb.
"Gah! Cough! Mmmph!"
The penetration was so deep that her lower abdomen visibly bulged. Astrid choked on her breath, unable to even scream.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
"Ahhhhh!"
Every muscle in Penis's body tensed as thick veins bulged to the limit.
Splurt! Spurt! Gush!
Semen fired with immense pressure, slamming against the walls of Astrid's womb.
The hot seed filled her womb to capacity, overflowing and pouring back down her vaginal canal.
"Hieek! Ah... it's so hot... my stomach... is completely full..."
Astrid clutched her stomach, trembling violently.
With every pulse of Penis's ejaculation, her body twitched as if struck by lightning.
"Whew... whew...!"
After a long, drawn-out release, Penis panted heavily and slowly withdrew his shaft.
Plop!
With a satisfying sound, the weapon slipped out, and her stretched-open canal gushed with the trapped semen.
Drip... splat.
"Hehe... ah... cock..."
With glazed eyes, Astrid stared down at the pool of semen leaking from between her legs.
With her tongue lolling out of her mouth, she lay sprawled on the floor, utterly drowned in ecstasy.
"That was an excellent workout. No need to worry about muscle loss."
Penis wiped his sweat with a satisfied smirk.
Outside, Jill leaned her back against the door and stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment.
"Sigh... I should've known better. Why did I even worry about a guy like him?"
Jill chuckled bitterly and walked away.
Still, her heart felt a bit lighter. At least there was no danger of Penis dying or becoming a cripple.
Well, since things turned out this way, I might as well enjoy myself. This city seemed to have plenty of sights to see.
Jill stepped out of the mansion, her cloak fluttering behind her.
The streets were bustling with life, and delicious aromas tickled her nose.
"Alright, where should I go first?"
The pouch of pocket money she had received from Beatrice last night jingled heavily.
Today, she was going to spend it entirely on herself.
"Ah... the air is so fresh!"
Leaving the mansion grounds, Jill took a deep breath.
Instead of the metallic scent of blood or the musky smell of semen she inhaled every day, she smelled actual human life.
The scent of roasting meat, the clanging of iron, the boisterous shouts of merchants—this was the fantasy isekai life she had dreamed of.
"Yes, this is normal! Rolling around under men every single day is what's crazy!"
Clutching the thick coin pouch Beatrice had given her, Jill dove into the market.
"One of these, please!"
"Sure thing! One whole-roasted Orc skewer coming right up!"
Jill took the meat skewer, which was as thick as her forearm, and took a massive bite.
Juices exploded in her mouth, accompanied by a savory, salty seasoning.
"Mmm! Delicious! Meat is always the answer."
Passing men blushed and stole glances at Jill as she chewed happily, sauce smudged on her lips, but the intimidating aura radiating from her Black Dragon Leather Cloak kept them from approaching.
With her stomach somewhat full, Jill headed toward the weapon smith district.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The rhythmic sound of blacksmiths hammering away echoed through the air.
The display racks were lined with greatswords as tall as a man, vicious-looking maces, and razor-sharp axes.
"Whoa... look at the size of these weapons."
Jill stopped in front of a massive greatsword resting in the corner of a display.
Out of curiosity, she gripped the hilt with one hand.
It was a weight that an ordinary woman—or even a robust adult man—could never lift, but her body had already reached superhuman levels.
Shring.
Jill effortlessly lifted the greatsword.
The heavy weight felt quite good in her hand. She turned the blade this way and that, murmuring to herself.
"It was too big to be called a sword. Massive, thick, heavy, and far too rough. Indeed, it was a heap of raw iron... Heh, I've always wanted to say that famous line."
Just as Jill was posing and having fun by herself...
"Hey! Young lady! Don't touch it if you're not buying! It's dangerous!"
The blacksmith barked, startling Jill into quickly putting the sword back down.
"Ah, s-sorry! I was just looking..."
Embarrassed, Jill scurried out of the weapon shop.
"Is it because this is the North? Every single weapon is ridiculously huge."
As she wandered around sightseeing, the sound of popping fireworks and a murmuring crowd caught her attention.
"Huh? What's that? Is there some kind of show?"
Driven by curiosity, Jill made her way toward the plaza where the crowd was gathering.
Squeezing through the onlookers, she saw a man in a flashy robe floating in midair, putting on a performance.
"Now, everyone! Spirits of fire, dance!"
As the mage waved his staff, red flames erupted in the air, shaping themselves into birds that soared around.
Next, droplets of water rose to mingle with the firebirds, creating a beautiful rainbow.
"Whoa...!"
Jill's eyes sparkled.
"It's magic! Actual magic!"
The kind of CGI she had only seen in movies back on Earth was unfolding right before her eyes.
With a single gesture, fire and water danced, and flower petals drifted through the air.
"Awesome! Magic really is the staple of fantasy! This is insane!"
Jill cheered excitedly, clapping like a seal.
"Bravo! Amazing! Encore!"
However, the reaction of the crowd was bizarre.
While Jill was jumping up and down alone, the expressions of the onlookers were lukewarm, bordering on bored.
Some yawned loudly, others crossed their arms and clicked their tongues, and a few even snorted in derision and walked away.
"What... is that it?"
"How boring. Just playing with fire."
"Let's go. What a waste of time."
The crowd began to disperse one by one.
The mage, who had worked so hard on his performance, lowered his staff with an embarrassed look.
Jill was bewildered.
Wait, why? That was incredibly cool! How is that not entertaining?
Unable to understand, Jill tugged on the sleeve of an old man standing next to her.
He was a scruffy-bearded elder with a scar over one eye, looking like someone who had survived countless battles.
"Excuse me, old-timer."
"Hmm? What is it, young lady?"
"I mean, that's magic! It's amazing, so why is everyone reacting like that?"
When Jill asked with a look of injustice, the old man scanned her from head to toe before bursting into a hearty laugh.
"Hahaha! You must be from out of town, young lady?"
"Huh? Ah, yes... well, I am."
"That explains why you find such a pathetic display impressive. Tsk tsk."
The old man clicked his tongue, looking at the mage with pity.
"This is the North, girl. The North. A land crawling with monsters where blood is spilled daily."
The old man patted his biceps. They were rock-hard.
"The only thing respected here is martial prowess! In other words, a strong body and overwhelming physical might."
"Martial... prowess?"
"Indeed! The power to sever a monster's head with a single swing, or shatter boulders with bare fists!"
The old man began to passionately preach his martial philosophy, spitting as he spoke.
"Tricks like playing with fire and water are only fit for those weak, pampered southern scholars. A real man should be swinging a sword, not waving a stick and chanting spells... Tsk tsk. To Northern men, that looks like nothing more than little girls playing house."
"Ah... is that so?"
"Of course! These days, even women don't care for that stuff. If you show off magic to prostitutes in a brothel, you'll get slapped! It ruins the mood. Magic is considered too embarrassing to use. Hahaha!"
"..."
Jill was speechless.
What kind of town is this? A mage getting looked down on by prostitutes...
In typical fantasy novels, mages were treated like nobility or strategic weapons, but this Northern region was a paradise of machismo, where everyone's brains were packed with pure muscle.
Jill nodded as if she had finally realized something.
Ah, is that why Viscount Valentine has the support of the nobles? Just because he's strong?
And another thing.
I get why Astrid and Eliana are so head over heels for Penis now. It's not just because his cock is huge, but because of his overwhelming physique! His raw power! That's the ultimate charm point for women in this region. I guess... muscle really is king in this world.
This Northern land was strictly a world of muscle over magic.
"Haha, don't waste your time on that stuff, young lady. Go check out the colosseum over there. Watching blood splatter is way more entertaining."
The old man patted Jill's shoulder, clasped his hands behind his back, and strolled away.
Jill stood in a daze, watching the mage pack up his things.
The brilliant flames had vanished, leaving only a pathetic, lonely figure.
"Poor guy... you really came to the wrong place."
Feeling a strange sense of kinship, Jill pulled a gold coin from her pouch and tossed it into the mage's hat.
"Hang in there. You should try performing somewhere else."
"T-thank you, young lady! May you be blessed!"
The mage bowed repeatedly in deep gratitude.
Jill walked away with a bitter smile.
"Sigh, I should just stop thinking. So much for fantasy romance."
Jill shook her head and stepped back onto the main street.
At any rate, her stomach was full and she had seen plenty of sights, so she decided to be satisfied with that.
It was then.
"Excuse me, beautiful lady? Do you happen to have a moment?"