The Stars Never Favor Me
PersimmonBittersweetCounter AttackAnimal ProtagonistBeastmanBiasFace SlappingRegretMarriage Escape
I raised three wolf beastmen, and they never stopped wanting me in bed.
I collapsed, too tired to even think. And through the fog, I caught pieces of what they were saying.
"Tch. With that body and that stamina, she really thought she could handle all three of us."
"Relax. Once she's worn out enough, she'll hand us over to her sister."
"Her sister will treat us way better anyway."
So I gave them exactly what they wanted. I swapped them for my sister's snake beastman—the one who seemed completely uninterested in sex.
But strangely enough, they were now so upset that they were nearly in tears.
"Carol, we're yours. Only yours!"