Fortunately, there was no night raid during the wild night. We completely erased the traces from last night and checked what happened to the humans during the night.
"Master, last night that...?"
"Don't say anything."
I ended up not breaking through Lune's front last night. The membrane like hundreds of layers of plastic wrap showed no sign of breaking through.
'Fuck, which bastard designed the high elf race setting?'
Whoever it was, they're definitely a bastard in heat for virgins. How could it not break through even when I expanded enough for my member to fit and thrust at full power? Noier and Dehea's back doors could break through if push came to shove, but Lune's below was so solid that if she were a goalkeeper, she'd definitely win the world championship.
"Master, should I get an awl?"
"Stop it. Don't say silly things."
