At dawn.
Rustle!
A figure was moving forward, deliberately pushing through the bushes instead of taking the path. It was a person with a conical hat pulled low, advancing with only their eyes glowing.
Angela Breene.
She looked down at a small bottle hanging from her necklace. Inside the bottle was a thick, yet pure white liquid.
She lovingly stroked it as if it were a treasure, grinning.
"Inside this is the baby-making fluid Lucian shot into me. It smells good, healthy cum♥ I can track his location with this♥"
Her lips parted. Her tongue peeked out slightly. Then, as if determined, a large, thick, saliva-coated tongue slid out and moistened her lips.
"I want to screw Lucian♥ Right now!"
Angela's obsession with Lucian was natural. Her madness was surging day by day.
As she advanced, she sensed a presence nearby. Yet, she didn't stop. She merely thought.
'Are they bandits?'
She continued forward, and finally, a group of people appeared and swiftly surrounded Angela.
