Chapter 96: Snakes Are Erotic Creatures (1)

Chapter 96: Snakes Are Erotic Creatures (1)

The mornings in the lamia village start late.

This is because the lamias only become active once the sun rises and the temperature increases. However, Hayang explained that this particular village, due to the gases rising from the swamp and creating heat, allows them to start their day a bit earlier.

"That's a rather flimsy excuse for keeping me trapped until 11 a.m."

My body was covered in countless snake scale marks, and, of course, the culprits were none other than Hayang and Kamang, standing right in front of me.

Feeling cold at night, they had snuggled up to my warm body for heat. Initially, they simply absorbed my warmth and slept peacefully. But as the dawn brought colder temperatures, they began coiling tightly around me to absorb even more warmth. As a result, when I woke up, my arms were numb, my chest was constricted to the point of struggling to breathe, and my posture was twisted awkwardly.

Unable to move at all, I remained bound by them for over three hours. Finally, they woke up and massaged my stiffened body to release me, allowing me to regain mobility sometime in the afternoon.

"Grrrr..."

Shuru, still wary of Hayang and Kamang, sat on my lap with her tail bristling, but refrained from attacking. Meanwhile, Mollang, not wanting to get dirty in the swamp's mud, had retreated into my bag to rest.

"Eat something first," Hayang said, bringing me breakfast—technically lunch—while I sat there with a sullen expression.

"What is this?" I asked.

"It's buffalo meat from around this area."

Judging from the texture and hide, it was definitely beef. But there was an issue.

"This is too... unprocessed. Never mind."

The lamias had roughly chopped the meat, leaving the skin and hair still attached, to make it easy for them to swallow whole. Watching Hayang and Kamang open their mouths wide to gulp it down gave me a sharp reminder of the stark differences in living habits between our species.

Being a mammal versus a reptile meant I felt these differences even more acutely than with other species I had encountered before.

"Sigh."

I pulled out a utility knife from my bag, slid it under the hide, and carefully separated the meat. I knew there was no point trying to cook it in this swampy environment, and as a knight, eating raw meat in survival training wasn't uncommon for me. I cut a piece of meat and offered it to Shuru, who eagerly bit into it, before taking some for myself.

Mollang had eaten a lot the previous night, so I didn't need to feed her.

Crunch! Chew, chew...

'Now that I think about it, I'm fine because knight training has accustomed me to eating raw food. But for most human men, being served food here would mean there's practically nothing edible for them.'

It wasn't fair to call them discriminatory against other species. This wasn't a matter of perspective or mindset—it was a fundamental difference in living habits that couldn't be easily reconciled.

'Besides, I can safely eat raw meat because I use mana circuits to dissolve any parasites in my body. For an ordinary person, eating raw meat like this would lead to instant parasitic infection.'

Thinking about this, I finished eating. Afterward, Kamang and Hayang, perhaps feeling sluggish from their meal or just following their natural habits, lay sprawled on the ground, ready to rest.

"Let's continue the conversation from last night," I called out to them.

Typically, snakes digest their meals on the spot over a long period, and while the lamias' humanoid upper bodies allowed for some movement, they'd likely prefer to stay still and secrete digestive fluids.

'I hope I'm not causing them indigestion by calling them over.'

"Are there no male lamias? Since when?" I asked.

"We can't say for sure... but in our generation, there isn't a single one," Hayang replied.

"It's not just this village, is it?"

"No. Across the entire swamp, all lamias—and even the lizardmen—seem to be facing the same issue."

'Why would something like this happen?'

"Our previous generation, under the elder's guidance, undertook a great migration across the continent. But even then, the same problem persisted..."

'Is that it?'

Near the Utah Delta, there originally existed a swamp area where reptilian species like lizardmen and lamias lived. However, due to conflicts with the kingdom and other unknown reasons, they started a massive migration. They chose to move to this cold swamp area in the northern region of Deep Glaciola, where the eternal snow melted and formed wetlands. It was unclear why they chose this place, given that reptiles are more vulnerable to the cold than humans.

And yet, if the reason for their migration was related to the dwindling numbers of males even back in the Utah Delta... then...

"I don't get it."

I hadn't delved deeply into xenobiology. My studies in body structure were driven more by curiosity about whether certain physical traits might lead to more sensual enjoyment. With my limited knowledge, I couldn't guess why males weren't being born.

'Maybe Professor Pandel would know…'

"There's a term that's been bothering me since yesterday. Who exactly is this 'elder'?"

"You probably know him too, Sir Knight... but I've only ever heard him referred to as 'elder.'"

'A xenobiology authority… or a researcher specializing in reptiles, perhaps?'

After the conversation ended, I glanced at Hayang and Kamang sprawled lazily on the ground. I thought about how lying down right after eating could cause indigestion, but then I remembered that lamias don't digest like humans. Instead, they slowly dissolve food within their bodies. It wasn't laziness; their way of eating was to swallow quickly and let digestion take a long time.

"Hmm..."

As my own body digested the meat, unfinished matters from last night began surfacing in my mind.

From this angle, with her lying flat, her chest pressed against the ground and her body arched slightly, I noticed something peculiar about Hayang's anatomy. Where her snake lower body connected to her human torso, the bulging shape resembled a woman's hipline.

Her white tail wriggled in front of me, drawing my attention. Before I knew it, I reached out to stroke the bulging area.

Swish, swish…

'Is this touching her ass? Or her thighs?'

She seemed to enjoy the warmth of my hand. As I rubbed her lower back and moved toward her tail, her body started to react subtly. The soft, smooth sensation of her scales was unexpectedly pleasant, and my hand wandered further down toward the tip of her tail.

I expected snake scales to feel rough, but they were surprisingly sleek and smooth, my hand gliding effortlessly over them.

"Ahhh…"

When I touched her upper tail, Hayang barely reacted. But as my hand moved lower, nearing the tip, she started to show signs of sensitivity. When I tried to flip her tail over to see underneath, she quickly pulled it away.

"That's... a private spot. Please don't look there."

"Private? Isn't it just your tail?"

"It's technically still my tail, but the lower part... ahh!"

Her response only piqued my curiosity further. I grabbed her tail and closely inspected it.

Unlike Kamang, whose dark back and white underbelly were clearly distinct, Hayang's back and belly were both white, making it harder to differentiate. I ran my hand along her sides, flipping her over for a better look.

For humans, flipping their lower body would cause their torso to twist slightly. But with lamias, whose lower halves are long and flexible, Hayang stayed flat on her stomach even as I turned her tail.

'The back is smooth, while the underside feels softer.'

"Ugh...!"

Hayang clenched the ground tightly, trying to endure the sensation as I touched her tail. I wasn't doing anything inappropriate—just feeling the texture of her tail—but…

'Huh?'

As I moved my hand upward along her tail, my fingers brushed against a small indent.

On her otherwise smooth snake body, I hadn't expected to find a depression. Out of curiosity, I pressed gently into it, and it seemed to open slightly.

"There's a hole in your body?"

"Eek! T-that's…!"

Hayang frantically tried to cover the hole near her tail, and I suddenly remembered something about snake anatomy.

'Ah!'

This was the cloaca—the opening used for consuming and excreting.

I had assumed the bulging area was simply her hipline, touching it without much thought. But in reality, I had been stroking and pressing on her cloacal opening.

Of course, snakes have a higher digestive efficiency than humans, so they need the restroom less frequently. Still, given the circumstances, I moved my hand away and flipped Hayang onto her back.

"Haah… haah…"

Unlike human clothing, which is tightly fitted, her outfit was more like a loose piece of fabric draped over her torso. Simply flipping her over caused her front to open, revealing her small but perky chest.

Her abdominal skin was soft yet smooth. The upper part of her human torso was even smoother, with less scale coverage, making her skin silkier than a human's. It was oddly satisfying to touch.

Her chest had a slight bulge, and the chunk of meat she'd swallowed earlier seemed to have made its way here. I could see it slowly sliding down, likely to settle in her lower stomach for digestion.

"Ssshhh..."

Hayang clung to me weakly, her movements almost paralyzed compared to last night. It seemed that, like real snakes, lamias focused all their energy on digestion, leaving them unable to move properly.

If that weren't the case, Kamang—who had devoured Shuru and Mollang whole last night—wouldn't have been so sluggish, allowing her tail and lower opening to be touched without resistance.

'What a fascinating structure.'

Moments like this really made me feel the stark difference of interacting with other species.

Not that it mattered—so long as they could be enjoyed physically.

"Will this disrupt digestion, though? You're still eating, after all."

"Lamias take a long time to digest anyway, so it's fine."

Seeing Kamang preparing herself sluggishly nearby, I focused on Hayang. I cupped her small chest, applying gentle pressure as I kneaded her soft skin, almost like squeezing milk from an udder.

"Ahh… my chest is getting squished…"

"Lamias have thick skin. This much pressure shouldn't cause any harm, right?"

"I-I'm not sure... ahh!"

Pop!

Her small size made it easy to coax out her pink nipples. As I tugged and squeezed her tiny mounds like milking a cow, her nipples quickly poked out.

'Smaller sizes are less of a hassle.'

With Hayang finished, it was now Kamang's turn. Her chest was much larger, which meant extracting her nipples would require more effort.

Last night, Hayang had used her own tongue to help, but now she was too weak from digestion to assist. Since I couldn't do it alone...

"Shuru. Mollang."

Noticing my mischievous expression, Kamang flinched, but she was just as immobilized as Hayang. She couldn't resist.

"You two owe her a little payback, don't you?"

I flipped Kamang over and ges tured to her large chest, instructing Shuru and Mollang to take over.

It was time for my companions to exact their revenge.

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