I should have been getting used to the uncertainty that was Camula. Since her human form was that of a MILF, I had trouble remembering that she was a monster—more precisely, a Demonic Slime. Her mood shifted like modeling clay.
One moment, the woman was threatening someone; the next, she would act like a caring servant, and as if that weren't enough, her mood would shift into that of a woman driven by her lustful desires.
"Finally, I have the opportunity to satisfy you, Master~," she told me, her breathing quick with anticipation.
She barely gave me time for a tender moment before pulling me out of the water and laying me down on the grassy ground near the edge of the lake. The small pile of stones still blocked the view from anyone nearby.
"No one will bother us here. You had a tough fight earlier, and your muscles are still tense," Camula said, caressing my chest with her thin fingers. "I will make sure to help you relax, Master."
