The bizarre sight made the woman's face drain of color. She stared in horror at her bulging stomach.
She was so frightened she could barely stay seated.
"Master, what's happening? My stomach!"
She stared at her stomach in terror, her face ashen.
No matter how desperately she wanted a life of wealth, she knew something was terribly wrong.
[Oh my god, is it going to explode?]
[What the hell is that? It's so disgusting!]
[Holy shit, holy shit! This is making my skin crawl. It looks so thin, like it'll burst with the slightest touch!]
The intense pain contorted the woman's features.
She could no longer care about her appearance, writhing and rolling on the ground in agony.
"Master, please, help me! Master! Master!"
She pleaded earnestly, wailing piteously without pause.
Palm prints of various sizes continuously appeared on her stomach.
They seemed to be struggling, trying to claw their way out from inside her.
SQUELCH…
