CHAPTER 152: CH-152

I tried to speak, but even that was impossible. My throat was dry, as if every drop of water had vanished at once.

Confused, I glanced at Elizabeth—and an overwhelming, and uncontrollable urge surged.

Bite her, taste her, devour her. The sensation kept growing, twisting and knotting in my stomach.

This wasn’t right. Not at all. I did a lot of terrible things before, but never anything like this—I wasn’t sick enough to eat a human. Simulation or not.

Getting out before losing control completely became urgent. Legs shook violently while forcing to my feet, each movement a struggle.

By the time I reached the kitchen , the world looked unreal. Colors sharpened and warped, every shadow twitching as though alive.

And then I saw it. Raw meat, piled high on the counters and cutting boards, glistening under the candle light.

My hands reached out before my brain could protest. I grabbed a thick slab of meat, bringing it to my mouth. The first bite was shocking, metallic and warm, and yet... intoxicating.

Blood ran down my chin, but I didn’t stop. In fact, the pieces that dripped the most blood tasted even richer, even more exquisite.

The world shrank to the rhythm of my chewing—the echo of tearing flesh, the grind of bones, and the warmth sliding down my throat, quenching the thirst from before.

"So... you’re turning already." The voice came from behind me, snapping like a whip. I didn’t need to see her to know it was Agnes. "I thought you were different... but it seems you’re a failed product as well."

Her words should have shocked me back to reason. But I was too far gone.

Too deep in the feeding. My hands tore into another piece, and I didn’t even glance over my shoulder. The hunger had taken every last shred of restraint.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my arms. The hair on them was thickening and darkening,

Skin stretched and toughened, forming a natural armor, while my fingers twisted unnaturally into shapes that didn’t look human.

Then, out of nowhere, complete control over my body slipped away.

Strangely, everything became clearer, as if I were watching a movie through my own eyes.

Judging by the way my arms looked now, it was safe to assume I had turned into some kind of werewolf. The wolf symbol on the card made perfect sense now.

crack!

I smashed the empty plate and turned toward Agnes. She looked so much smaller now in my transformed state.

"RGGGG!" My body moved on its own, and before I realized it, I had pinned her to the cold floor, like prey waiting to be devoured.

She didn’t resist. Instead, she smiled.

"What, are you going to eat me? Go ahead, try it. I give you my consent."

crunch!

Her shoulder tore with a single bite, and I didn’t like the sight—exposed muscle and bone made me pity her.

But almost immediately, the wounds knitted themselves back together before my eyes, leaving only the torn fabric as proof of what had happened.

Hyper-regeneration. That was the only explanation I could think of.

"I know," she sighed. "Your saliva can’t kill me either."

She grabbed my mouth, and I bit down again. Even severed bones healed instantly, just as before.

For some reason, she looked more pained from the healing than from the bite itself.

"Go on," she uttered "You can do anything."

The way she said it sounded less like a dare and more like someone tired of living.

crunch!

Each time my jaws clamped down, it made me want to closed my eyes. If I had control, I would have skipped this whole gore-filled scene.

Out of nowhere, I froze mid-bite. Control crept back, sliding into my body as if it had never left.

"The color of your eyes..." she trailed off. "It changed—from orange to green. Strange... this is the first time I’ve ever seen this color."

I wanted to speak, but all that came out was a forced growl. Glancing down, I realized she was nearly naked after my relentless biting.

And yet... her body remained pristine, and tempting.

My mouth began to drool, but not from hunger for flesh. Oh, I was hungry all right—but this time, it was my meat craving action.

She did say I could do anything, so might as well test my limits. Once again, my degenerate mind won. I pointed my now super-enlarged, furry manhood at her opening.

Her eyes widened in confusion at the sheer, inhuman size of it, but she didn’t say a word. A silent challenge. So I pushed

Unfortunately, her opening wasn’t that wet, so I felt the intense friction as I forced my way in.

The warm, coppery scent of blood hit the air, a testament to my brutal entry. She tried to look unbothered, a mask of defiance, but I felt her body tense and her moans caught in her throat.

When my manhood was halfway through, I already felt the tight, resisting limit of her vagina. But I remembered her hyper regeneration ability.

A wicked grin spread across my face. I pushed further, stretching her beyond any natural limit.

"AHHH!" she cried out, but it wasn’t a scream of pain.

She was used to pain. No, this was pure, overwhelming pleasure. The proof was in her pale skin, which flushed with a deep, excited redness as her body surrendered to the impossible sensation of being completely filled by a beast.

’Doesn’t it hurt her at all?’

Her feigned indifference was a challenge I couldn’t resist. It was a brittle mask, and I wanted to shatter it.

I grabbed her legs, forcing them up and back until her knees were pressed against her shoulders, folding her in half. The position left her completely exposed, utterly vulnerable to the inhuman c*ck already buried inside her.

’Let’s see how unbothered you are now,’ I growled, my voice a rumble that was more beast than man.