Taming Demi-Girl
Vol.3(finale)

Chapter 61: Why Are You Stepping On Me?

"Hnnn~!"

And just as she was shaking her head, asking me to stop, she let out another sound when I started to use the edge of my feet to rub her around to the top of her underwear, which I was touching.

The tip of my foot, especially my toe, was lightly pushed into her underwear. And without much resistance, my toe sank into her fabric and pressed into what seemed to be a very soft and uneven flesh, which was hollow in the middle and full in the sides.

I then rubbed that uneven area, stroking it vertically, which seemed to have great stimulation for Astrid as her eyes quivered and her breath became heavy.

The more I rubbed that area, the more Astrid reacted. And more sounds leaked out of her mouth.

Because there were two layers of clothes in between us, I couldn't really feel anything specific when I rubbed her underwear and could only feel a soft, squishy feeling on my toe.  

But if I really concentrated my attention on my toe, I could vaguely feel it get a little bit moist, similar to the sensation you would feel when you step into the wet bathroom with socks on, and also a shallow feeling of something that felt like a small bean that was hard but seemed squeezeable.

When I moved my toe up, the bean also followed upwards. And when my toe moved down, the bean also bent down a little and returned to its original position when I stopped applying pressure.

The bean itself didn't seem to be bending to my touch due to its small size, and it felt like the skin the bean was attached to was doing all the moving for it, making it follow along wherever I nudged it like a joystick.

Only this joystick seemed to get harder as I played with it. And even slightly increase its size and firmness, as the area around the bean turned more wet to the point that not only my toe could feel the wetness. But also the rest of my upper sole, which occasionally came into contact with that bean-like structure, also felt the moisture content in the sock increase.

As I played with her bean to my amusement, nudging it around and making it move in circles using the tip of my toe, Astrid looked up at me with a hazy look in her eyes as her cheeks flushed and her ears drooped down to the lowest I've ever seen them.

She bit her lips tightly and did her best to control the sounds that were coming from her mouth. But as I kept on playing with her bean that was hidden in her underwear, the stimulation she felt was getting worse, to the point of her occasionally letting out a sound from time to time.

Finally unable to handle or understand the treatment she was going through, as if she were a worm that was being stepped on and played with, she gritted her teeth to not let any moans out and asked while struggling to keep her breath

"L-Luca, what are you doing? Why are you using your feet to touch me there?...I-It feels really weird when you touch me like that."  

"Then do you want me to use my hands instead of my feet?" I asked in reply to her question.

"My feet are actually pretty clean, and my socks are quite fresh and don't smell, so you don't have to worry about it being gross. But if you really want me to switch over to my hands, I don't mind doing so for you." I took my feet from her underwear and showed it in front of her to prove that it was quite clean.

"I don't care if you use your hands or your feet, no matter how clean or smelly they might be! I just want to know why you're holding my hands and rubbing that embarrassing place!" She barked back as she held back her moans.

"Didn't I already say it earlier? I'm helping you spread your legs." I said as I used the tip of my toe to gently nudge her bean into her lower region, treating it like a button.

Only this button of hers was quite firm and soft at the same time, like a half-melted jelly bean. And actually pushed back in return when I pushed it into her body, as if it was not willing to go down without a fight.

"Hnnn...W-What does rubbing me down there have to do with spreading my legs? Are you sure you're not just saying that to m-make me do lewd things?" She looked up at me with her big, watery eyes and asked, while trying to control her voice every time I nudged her bean in like a button on an elevator when you want the door to close.

"What are you on about? If I want to make you do lewd things, do you think I wouldn't just tell you to do it?" I said which made her think for a second and look at me as if she agreed with what I said.

"Then w-why are making me do such an embarrassing activity? I'm pretty sure that stuff like this isn't normal, even in the most intimate relationship." She said with a flustered look on her face, as sweat dripped down her back from the feeling of her bean being rubbed and absued my toe.

"I'm seriously trying to help you spread your legs." I insisted.

"Look, compared to where your legs were before, they've spread open quite a bit, bringing your head closer to where it needs to be." I said, looking at her plump thighs that were both covered in thick black fair and were pale white at the top like an ice cream swirl with a black cone.  

"Really? I don't see any difference." She looked at her own thighs and doubted my words.

"I'll prove it to you. Just keep looking at where your thighs are and check whether they're moving like I said or not." I said, which made Astrid stare at her thighs like a hawk, which from above looked like she was avidly looking at her nether region, getting stepped on.  

As she watched her fat thighs, I stopped just using my toe to rub her magic bean and also used the other toe next to it to pinch her bean in between my two toes like they were chopsticks picking up a grain of rice.

"Mmm~!..."

Astrid's body shivered when I clamped her sweet spot between my toes, and she stuck her butt out even more, as if she were trying to escape from being clamped by me.

But I didn't let her escape and firmly caught onto her bean, which was protruding from her underwear from all the previous rubbing that made it much larger in size and firmer in nature.

This change in her bean allowed me and her to see her bean poking out into her underwear, creating a small bump on the purple fabric that was mostly flat other than the place below that same bump.

The fabric right underneath her bean was actually darker compared to the rest of her underwear, as if it were drenched with some fluid, and there were also two faint grooves that were outlined below.

The two grooves came about when the wetness of her underwear caused the fabric to stick to whatever was underneath and showed two plump lines that looked like lips, that also had a deep ravine in between them.

Astrid's hand that was holding onto mine above tightened, and she blushed profusely when she saw her secret garden get revealed without even removing her underwear.

"Stop looking down there and look at how your legs are moving." I said as I pinched her bean with my toes, and moved it around like a joystick.  

Even though it was really firm, like a gummy, I knew it was actually quite delicate and fragile. So I made sure not to pinch it too hard, just enough to make her squeel under her breath, as more liquids started to flow from her underwear and make the dark spot on her underwear spread even further.

Trying to ignore the intense pangs of pleasure she felt from having her sweet bean played with, she looked at her thighs that I told her to watch and was surprised to find out they were actually spreading like I told they would.

Although her legs didn't move quickly, they slowly moved apart and created more space in between her legs.

"Luca! They're moving! They're actually spreading apart like you said!" Astrid cried out in surprise as she looked at her legs, which were spreading without her control.

Chapter 62: Please Don't Be Scared

"Didn't I say that was what I was trying for?"

"I know you did. But I didn't think it would actually work!" She looked up in wonder.

"Hnn~!...H-How did you do it?" She asked as she fought the urge to moan.

"I honestly didn't do anything. I'm just stimulating you in such a way that you'd naturally want to and will spread your legs in front of me." I said, which she didn't seem to understand as she tilted her head and looked at me weirdly.

"Look at the way I'm holding both your hands above your head and not letting you stabilise yourself. This is so I can create an imbalance in your body and only allow you to balance and keep yourself from falling down using your legs." I started to explain so she could understand.

"If you only have your legs to keep yourself from falling down, then the only way to stabilize yourself is to spread and close them to maintain your balance, which is exactly what I want you to do. And to prevent you from trying to close your legs, I'm leaning you a little back as I hold your hands from above, which stops you from closing your legs. Since that would only make you fall on your back even faster if I let go of your hands, which your body's reflexes won't allow."

"I understand that part. But-...Hmm~!...B-But I still don't understand how my legs are s-spreading, even though I don't need them to spread so much when I'm balancing myself." Astrid was quick on the take and even asked a question in return, even when she was starting to shiver from the coldness of her underwear, which was really starting to get drenched.

Even the socks that were in contact with her underwear started to feel wetter than before and even felt a little sticky, as if I had stepped into a puddle full of viscous fluid.

"You spreading your legs has nothing to do with balance." I told and then looked down at her underwear, which had darkened in colour, and said

"You're spreading your legs on your own in reaction to the stimulation you're feeling down there"

"Hnnn~...R-Really? How does that work?" She asked in a very scholarly manner that fit her lab coat that was pushed to the back, allowing me to see her long legs as she fought her urges.

"Well, it comes from the commonly known principle when it comes to warm-blooded creatures that a female who is about to indulge in coitus will 'make way' for the male when she comes in contact with something that will trigger her sexual desire to mate." I said in a professional manner, which I thought Astrid would like.  

And just in case she didn't seem to fully understand since I was comparing her to a rogue animal, I said

"In simple terms, it's because girls normally spread their legs when the guy pleasures them underneath, so that they could give them some area to work with so that they can make them feel even better."

This explanation of mine stopped Astrid from deeply thinking about my previous explanation, as if she were thinking about the logic behind it like an actual researcher, and made her blush like an innocent girl. Her tail also swept the floor vigorously, as if it could feel its owner's embarrassment and was sharing it with her.

"Of course, some shy and inexperienced girls like you tend to close their legs in response to some pleasure underneath."

"And that's exactly why I held your hands up and tilted you in such a way that your body would reject the feeling of closing your legs and would continue to spread them."

"And speaking of spreading them, it looks like you've spread your legs enough." I said as I looked at her legs, which were spread so apart compared to before, that I could clearly see the outline of her hidden place as her underwear streched apart along with her legs, which made them press onto the flesh underneath and reveal its outline.

Her head was also right next to my zipper, after she spread her legs wide enough so that her butt was much closer to the floor and where her height would not be an issue for the extraction.

Astrid also noticed her underwear's moist state and how dark it was from being drenched in her fluids that she released. She couldn't help but blush profusely and shook her head as if she were blaming herself for being such a shameless girl who got off someone's feet.

But she also seemed to be in wonder at how her legs spread on their own without her even feeling them move. She even touched her inner thighs to check if it was really her legs that were spread that much, when she knew her own physical capabilities and thought she could never keep her body in such a difficult position.

"I can't believe they really spread wide on their own, just like you said they would. And that without even touching my legs or making me feel any sort of pain."

"I thought for sure you were going to force them apart like you were pulling apart a stalk of bamboo." She said while looking at me in awe, to which I gave her a proud look as if I was telling her to never doubt my skills.

I may find it difficult to solve every major problem in this world. But when it came to satisfying a woman, no one would dare say they were first when I put myself in second place.

"But where did you learn to do that?" Astrid asked.

"Did you read it in some specialised book about 'those' types of activities? Or did you learn it through experience from your past partners?" Astrid asked, narrowing her eyes as she looked at me.

"I learned it at a place called the 'Garden'." I told her truthfully, knowing that she wouldn't understand even if I told her the name of the place.

"Garden? What kind of place is that?" She furrowed her eyes in curiosity and asked about the weird place that seemed to teach weird things.

"A place that doesn't exist anymore..." I said ruefully, thinking about the time I spent in that horrendous place and the joy I felt when I sent that facility and everyone that ran it on fire and watched it all burn with the first genuine smile I've had in years.

Astrid still seemed to have doubts about the peculiar place I mentioned. But I didn't really want to dwell on it too much, so I interrupted her and said  

"Now that you're at the appropriate height, you can take off my pants like you wished."

"But make sure to take it off gently, as I don't want to go back home half naked and in my undies." I joked.

"Of course! Although I can't take off another person's clothes as quickly as you, I can still take them off without tearing them off like you said!" She harumphed and pulled my white shirt up to remove my belt, forgetting about what she was going to ask about the Garden.

"But Astrid..." I suddenly held her hands that held the belt she had taken off and looked at her with a sincere expression on my face, as if I were pleading for her to listen to what I say.

This action of mine surprised her and made her gulp, wondering what important issue I was going to raise, which made me act so honest and sincere in front of her.

"W-What?" She asked nervously, to which I responded with a solemn look on my face.

"Just promise me that no matter what you see under my pants, you won't run away in fright or faint on the spot, and you'll calmly assess the situation without freaking out."

"Please promise me that one thing before you take my pants down, and I will be forever grateful to you, and we can avoid many unnecessary problems that may come along with it..." I asked for her promise and sincerely held her hands in hopes of her doing as I said.

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"...what?"

Chapter 63: Is That A Bird?...

Astrid was taken back by my request.

Not because of how important it was, like she was expecting it to be. But because of my unexpected request, that didn't make any sense, no matter how she looked at it.

She was probably expecting me to say something that would strengthen the bond between us, but didn't expect that it would be something so dumb as getting frightened by something in my pants as if it were the monster underneath the bed.

"Luca, what are you on about? Did I hit your head a little too hard for you to be having such crazy thoughts?" She looked at me like a madman.

"For you to actually think that I will actually be frightened by something in your pants, have you actually gone mad?"

"You don't understand!" I pleaded.

"The thing in my pants isn't as simple as you think it is, nor am I making up how scary it can be to you. I actually want to tell you what I'm talking about. But I'm scared that you'll run away from this room, the moment you hear about it."

"That's how terrifying it is for girls like you!"  

I greatly emphasized the danger hidden underneath and wanted her to mentally prepare for it. But she didn't seem to hear me in the slightest and actually looked at me with eyes filled with concern, as if she were looking at a pityful creature.

"Fine! If you don't want to listen to my words, then think of what I said as a crazy man's rambling! But don't blame me for traumatising you when you see what's hidden underneath my pants, as I've already warned you for your sake." I said in vexation, seeing that she was looking at me with a look of concern when I was sincerely warning her for her sake.

"Of course, Luca. Just for your sake, I'll try not to get scared of the ghost, monster, or whatever wild beast you've hidden underneath your pants." She joked with a smile on her face as she started to unbutton my pants and pull them off, obviously making fun of my intentions to save her, which made me even more irritated.

"But Luca, if I do faint like you said, then I hope I can carry me to the nurse's room and lay me to rest."

"And if the nurse asks why I've fainted, I hope you simply explain the horrifying thing I saw in your pants that made me faint. And not show it to her, no matter how much she asks, as I'm afraid she too will faint after seeing that terrifying object, and there will be no one to take care of me....Pftt!..." She couldn't help but chuckle at her own joke, seeing how absurd it was, even though it was totally possible of happening.

"Laugh! Laugh all you want now!"

"But let's see who's laughing and who's crying after you pull down my pants!" I said with a look of triumph, as if I could already see her expression when she saw what I'm talking about.

"Let's see then. Let's see when I pull off both your pants and underwear at the same time and witness with my eyes this horrifying thing you're talking about."  

She said with a mocking smile on her face as she slid her thumb into my underwear band, held onto my pants, and pulled them down to see for herself what I was talking about.

Whoosh~

Just as she pulled down my underwear and clothes a few inches down my leg, I heard her say

"I mean, how bad could it be? It's not like you're carrying an actual weapon or wild animal that could kill someone at sight in there. Like, how is that even possi-....."

Swish~

And just as she was about to finish her sentence, she felt a gust of wind fly above her face from above and heard the sound of something big flying upwards right in front of her.

She stopped talking, not because of the wind she felt on her face or because of the sound that went past her ear. But because whatever moved across her face actually came out of my underwear and made her startled, since she probably thought that I was actually hanging some kind of animal that could fly like a bird in my pants.

And it was actually a pretty big bird, unlike a simple sparrow or canary, and resembled a hawk from the faint shadow she saw when it escaped my pants and flied around her face.

Thud~

When she wanted to look up to see the bird that she thought flew out of my pants and ask me why I kept such a big bird in my pants, she suddenly felt something land right on top of her head.

It was quite bulky and weighed a decent amount, enough to make a sound as if a pouch full of meat was thrown to the ground and slightly shake her head on impact.

Through 'Resonance' I found out that she first thought it was the bird that escaped from my pants that landed on top of her head, seeing the wide area as a perfect place for landing, and freaked out a little, afraid that it would scratch or poke her head.

But she quickly realised that the feeling on top of her head didn't seem to resemble that of what a bird would feel on top of one's head. And it was actually something else.

Especially since the object on top of her wasn't very wide like a bird would be and was actually very long in structure, which she could feel as the object was sitting right on top of her hair line that parted her hair into two parts and emitted some heat on that line in the center of her head.

The hard object that seemed cylindrical from the feeling on her head sat perfectly on her hairline, from the top of her forehead all the way to the back of her head, where it still continued off her head. She could even feel that the object didn't end where her hairline ended, and a part that wasn't on her head was hanging at the back of her, which meant that it was quite long. Or at least longer than the diameter of her head, and it was quite warm and hard to touch, which she probably found out from the slight pain she felt when the object dropped on her head like a sledgehammer.

Gasp~!

Just as she was wondering what it was, when it wasn't a bird like she expected it to be, she saw a dark shadow right on top of her eyes that extended from the center of my waist all the way to the top of her head, right where her hairline was, which made her eyes quiver in terror and suck in a deep breath of hair in absolute shock that frightened her to the core.

Chapter 64: An Absolute Monster

The horror in her eyes only worsened when she looked up using her grey pupils that had dilated and saw that the object that was on her head and which also seemed to be connected to my lower waist, was slightly tanned in colour and was cylindrical in shape, as if it were a massive train running on top of her head towards me.

Only this train-like structure on top of her head seemed to be made of flesh and was covered in a thin outer layer of skin that was covered in thick, grotesque-looking veins that popped out of the skin on the pipe-like structure as if they were small, wriggling snakes underneath the skin.

And not only was the pipe enough length to start from my waist and hang from the back of her head, but it also had an impressive thickness and girth to it, which could cast a large shadow on top of her head.

Even though she couldn't see my balls that were hanging down or where my penis was connected to the 'bird' that was on top of her head because my shirt was covering those places, she should be able to understand by now that the 'bird' that flew on top of my pants was actually my penis that was flung upwards when she pulled down my pants violently.  

And it flew around her face at an angle when it bounced upwards like a catapult after being released from the pressure of being in my underwear and finally landed perfectly on top of her head, casting a shadow over her.

I thought that she would freak out and at least throw my dick off her head and away from me in fright.  

But she seemed to be so shocked by the sight above her that she was frozen in place and left with my half-erect dick on top of her head. It was quite a funny sight, as my dick right on top of her head looked like those top knots ancient Japanese people wore on top of their head.

Although I found it really funny, Astrid didn't have the slightest of smiles on her face and was looking up at my penis on top of her head like it was Pandora's box that should never be opened, as her lips trembled and she gripped the hems of her clothes nervously.

Her quivering grey eyes, which were wide open, were locked onto my penis right on top of her. And the incredulity and shock on her face as she squatted down in front of my penis made it look as if she was enamored by my sheer size and wanted it immediately, rather than being terrified about it like she was, which I could see from the way her tail and ears drooped down to the lowest point as if they didn't have the guts to stand up.

And while her eyes stayed on my penis that she was looking at like it was a Holy Relic, her lips finally moved, disturbing the silence that filled the room.

"Luca..."  

She called out for me in a calm voice, even though the expression on her face was the last thing from that.

"Yes Astrid." I answered in the same monotone voice as if I didn't have my dick whipped out, right on top of her head.

"What is the object on top of my head?" She directly asked.

"Do you not already know?" I asked back.

"I think I do. But I just want to confirm it, as it doesn't look like what I've heard it would normally look like."

"Then, to confirm your doubts, I'll say that the object you speak of on top of you is actually my penis." I calmly cleared her doubts.

"I see. So it really is your penis that's on top of my head. That's suprising." Astrid slightly nodded her head in understanding.

"Is it simply surprising?"

"No, it's way beyond the realm of emotions I've felt in my life, to the point where I can't move my body and have to stare at your penis as I speak." Astrid said this while trying to move her body to escape my penis, but to no avail.

"Do you want any assistance to help you move your body?"

"No, it's fine. It will recover on my own when I calm down. But I would appreciate it if you could take your penis off my head, as I find it quite heavy."

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

"Why is that?" Her eyebrows twitched.

"Well, for one, I want you to get used to my penis, or else I'm afraid you'll run away the moment you regain control of your body."

"That's valid since I was planning on running out the door the moment I regain my senses." Astrid slightly nodded her head, agreeing with what I was suggesting.

"And the other reason is to make you feel the consequences of your own actions when I clearly warned you above what's to come." I said in return for laughing at my attempts to warn her.

"So this is really the thing you were trying to warn me against?" She asked.

"Yes. Now that you've seen it, do you feel my words of warning were without count?"

"Definitely not. I would even say that you were understating its terrifying potential." She looked up at the shadow cast on her as her fingers and toes started to move, showing that she was starting to gain control.

"But can I ask if what is on top of my head is actually a penis, like you said?"

"What else do you think it is? A slab of meat that I've hidden in my underwear so that I can later, when I'm hungry?" I looked at her weirdly.

"No, it's just that it looks very different from what I've been told a normal penis looks like."

"Oh. What's so different about it?" I asked, wanting to know what she was going to say.

"Well, there are many differences from what I've heard that I normally look like. But the difference that is bothering me the most is probably how your penis looks so veiny that it looks like it is full of blood, which I don't ever recall a normal penis's having." Astrid spoke as her feet moved.

"Actually, all dicks have veins protruding out of their skin. But unlike the rest, my dick is simply more defined in that aspect."

"Why is that? Do you have high blood pressure or something that makes your penis look like that?" Her shoulders shook.

"No. I don't have an exact reason. But I think it's because a lot of blood rushes down there when I'm really turned on."

"So your turned on by me?"

"Very." I answered with a straight face.

"Should I be happy about that and take it as a compliment?"

"Are you happy about it?" I bounced the question back.

"Actually, for some reason, I do feel a little happy when you said I turned you on...What a weird girl I've become after meeting you." She smiled wryly, slowly regaining control over her face.

"But I do have to ask, with a penis that's as thick as a wrist, how do you even put it in your underwear, which normally shouldn't have that much free space in it to keep such a large thing inside."

"It's quite simple, really, and similar to packing a small suitcase with a large quantity of clothes." I said.

"When you have time, you neatly tuck in your clothes into your suitcase to fully optimize it's space, just like how I perfectly place my penis in a position that wouldn't make it feel too jammed."  

"And when you're in a rush you stuff your clothes in; just like how I stuff my dick into my underwear and hope for the best."

"Are you not afraid that your underwear will tear and your penis will burst out one day?" Astrid could move her legs and was on the verge of regaining control of her entire body.

"I live in fear of that day that will eventually come. But it's simply one of the burdens I must take and cannot refuse for having such a penis." I said ruefully.

"I see. You truly are a hero." Astrid moved her hands, showing that she had finally regained control of her body. But she didn't move and looked up at me as she squatted, as if she were following my advice and letting her get used to the size in case she got frightened by it later, which made me admire her willingness and bravery.

But even though she was brave enough to withstand my penis's weight on top of her head, she was still intimidated by its sheer width and size, which was apparent, seeing that her eyes still trembled whenever she looked up at it from below.

Chapter 65: A Necessary Lie

To divert her attention from my penis and to alleviate her fear by getting more used to it, she joked with a nervous smile on her face, saying  

"A-And what's with the size of your penis? Isn't it a little too big? Won't something this long reach the bottom of the toilet bowl and swim along with your poop?"

I was surprised at Astrid's crude comment, as it didn't seem like something a girl like her would say. And so was Astrid, as she blushed when she said those words and shook her head like a cow would to get rid of the feeling of saying such a vulgar sentence.

It seems like she was saying anything that came to her head, just so that she could distract herself from what's on her head and get used to it.

"Say something, won't you! Don't leave me in silence." She looked up at me and exclaimed, feeling bashful that I left her alone with her own crude words.

"Oh sorry. I was just a little surprised when you called my dick big when it's not really anything special in terms of size."

I said an outrageous sentence that was obviously a massive lie, which made Astrid jerk her head up and look at me with narrowed eyes, as if she were doubting her hearing.

"Did you just say that your penis isn't big?" Astrid asked and used the word 'penis' without any hesitation like she usually would.  

The preposterous sentence I said seemed to have thrown her off track, as she didn't mind the words she said and just wanted to know if what she heard was correct.

"Yes, I did. Why do you look so surprised about that?" I asked with a straight look on my face, as if I truly believed my dick wasn't anything really special for a certain reason.

Astrid squinted her eyes and looked up as if she were checking, and those words really came out of my mouth. And then she looked down and rubbed her brows with her fingers as if she were having a massive headache from the words I said.

She then looked up at me, and this time she didn't peek at my dick right in front of her once in a while, like she was doing before. And she directly looked at me with a look of utter disbelief on her face and the most absurd look in her eyes.

"Luca, what are you on about? How can you say that the penis on top of my head that looks like a juiced-up sausage isn't big?"

"Does it not hurt your consciousness to say such a massive lie?" Astrid asked with genuine concern and a pure look in her eyes, as if she were asking me to confess my sins, which made me feel a little uncomfortable for lying to her. And it made the straight look on my face a little unsteady.

"W-What do you mean? How can you call something this size big? It's barely noteworthy." I looked away, unable to meet her sincere gaze.

"Barely noteworthy?!" She exclaimed, a little agitated.

"You call something that almost knocked me out when it landed on my head something barely noteworthy!"

"You want to call the thing that's resting on my head like a ferocious dragon in its slumber something barely noteworthy!?"

"Do you want to say that the object that's not only resting on my head. But also hanging from the back of my head since it's way too long to fit on my head as something barely noteworthy!"

"If you do, then I got to say that your out of your freaking mind!"

My blatant lies, along with the shock of seeing my dick, seemed to have stirred her up too much and awakened the strong emotions she was holding in.  

As right now she was eyeing me in an angry fluster and looked like she would rip my dick out of me, I said any more lies when the evidence was right on top of her head.

Seeing her look so agitated even scared me a bit and made me double-guess my decision to say such a lie. And whether I should've said it in the first place.

Even though Astrid seemed to be extremely exasperated with my lies, she still seemed to want to give me a chance to take back whatever I said and come to an agreement with me before things got too ugly, so she calmed herself down and then looked at me with narrowed eyes, expecting a certain answer from me, and said

"Even after I said all that and how I feel about it, do you still think that your penis is something barely noteworthy?"

I knew I should say the answer she was avidly expecting: that I was actually lying and I was in the wrong. But that would mean that I would be accepting whatever she said, which was something that I could not allow to happen, so I clenched my teeth and said, while not daring to look at her eyes

"Yes...I still think there's nothing special about it."

"You have got to be bullshitting me!!"

Astrid screamed in rage when she heard me still defending my case, even though all the evidence was against it.  

And to retaliate for saying such blatant lies, she looked like she wanted to teach my penis a lesson.

So to show she meant business, she shook my dick of her head and actually caught it like it was a baton while it was still falling down in her hand and held it in her hands like she was going to do unexplainable things to it.

I wanted to stop her from seeing the actual size of my dick, as she hadn't seen it in its entirety yet since it was on top of her head. And only a part of it was visible in front of her.

I wanted to brainwash her into thinking that it was actually nothing really special, which is why I was lying to her, trying to make her believe me even though it wasn't a strong attempt.  

But unfortunately, my wish didn't come true, as Astrid was currently staring at the weiner that could barely fit in her hand with an inexplicable expression on her face.

Her eyes flashed with shock and revelation when she saw my dick in its full form in her hand. And she almost stumbled to the ground from her squatting position upon seeing the actual size of the object that was hiding from her sight on her head.

She already knew that it was considerably long, given how heavy it was on her head and the way it hung off the back of her head. But she still didn't seem to think that it would surpass her expectations. And that to by miles, as the warm pipe-like thing in her hands looked way more scarier than she imagined it.

She seemed to have thought that she had already prepared herself for what's to come by letting my penis rest on her and getting used to it, like she was forming a spiritual connection to it.

But only when she saw it's sheer size with her own size did she understand how naive she was, as her eyes flickered and her fingers holding onto my dick shivered in fright.

"Sigh...This is why I was insisting that it was actually small in size and making it seem like it wasn't anything significant before showing it to you. Or else you'd be frozen in terror like you are right now if I didn't prepare you beforehand."

"If only you had listened to me and let me manipulate you into thinking that it was normal-sized, then everything would've gone smoothly like I had hoped."

"But you just had to rush it and ruin everything for the both of us..."  

I said dejectedly and sighed at the end.

Chapter 66: Biggest Of Them All

"Sigh...This is why I was insisting that it was actually small in size and making it seem like it wasn't anything significant before showing it to you. Or else you'd be frozen in terror like you are right now if I didn't prepare you beforehand."

"If only you had listened to me and let me manipulate you into thinking that it was normal-sized, then everything would've gone smoothly like I had hoped."

"But you just had to rush it and ruin everything for the both of us..."

I said dejectedly and sighed at the end.

The reason I was trying to warp her scale of size before revealing my penis to her was because I knew that she would react the way she was doing now and be even more terrified about it.

How I knew it would go this way was because several of my past partners, or at least the young ones, would be scared pointless when they came to be serviced by me in the garden and would run out of the room naked, or sometimes even faint, when they saw what was hanging underneath.

Because of that, I often got punished for scaring those ladies off and making them have a bad impression of the garden, as those very ladies who came to me were always from families with high power, which the Garden relied on.

It wasn't until I learned to gaslight them into thinking that it wasn't really that big or use it without them even seeing what entered them that I stopped getting punished in the isolation room.

Even though I wasn't in the garden anymore and wouldn't get punished for scaring girls, I still didn't want Astrid to be too afraid and scare her off since I still had to suppress her bloodline using this oversized bat of mine.

To this day, I curse God for giving me such a big rod instead of a decent-sized one like everyone else, since it has made my life so damn miserable.

If there's anything I hate about myself, then it's got to be my weiner that's unnecessarily big. And there's even a few times in the past when I got fed up with getting thrown into the isolation chamber for scaring yet another lady, that I wondered if I should trim a little bit off the top and stitch it up.

But that's all in the past, as I've accepted to live with this monster-sized dong of mine, which will forever be my biggest weakness.

Looking at Astrid holding my dick in her hand like it was a trophy, I thought I would have to do my best to soothe and pacify her to make sure that she doesn't tremble every time she sees my dick.

But unexpectedly, Astrid seemed to have calmed down quite a bit and was firmly holding onto the middle of the shaft as she stared at my dick hanging in her hands as if it were a snake that was trying to bite her face. She looked like she was in a confrontation with the beast in my pants and stared it down as if she wasn't willing to lose this showdown, which made me gasp in shock at her unimaginable willpower to stand against an enemy of which she was so afraid.

Even though she still had a nervous look on her face and had hints of fear flash in her eyes, she still chose to have a showdown with Penis and stare at it until she conquered her fear, which raised the image of her in my heart by so many levels to the point I could even imagine her facing an actual flood dragon like the fearless warrior she was.

After a minute of silence, which seemed like an eternity for me as I witnessed the clash of my penis and a Minotaur, Astrid finally seemed to have gotten over her fear of my dick as her brows relaxed and she breathed a sigh of relief as if she just finished a long, arduous battle and just managed to barely win.

"A-Are you okay?" I anxiously asked, as if I was looking at a wounded warrior who just managed to win with a body full of injuries.

"I'm fine." Astrid gulped as she stared at the opponent she just won against and gave it the respect it deserved.

She then looked up at me with an awkward smile on her face and said

"I guess I should've just listened to you this time, especially since this was the second time I was suffering from the consequences of not listening to your words."

"No. It's my fault for explaining everything so vaguely so that I didn't alarm you."

I also gave an awkward smile, as we both accepted our mistakes and laughed it off.

"But really, though, I already thought it was quite big when I felt it on my head. But only when I'm seeing it with my own eyes do I understand that I was underestimating its true potential to a large extent." She looked at the penis she was holding in her hand and looked like she was admiring it with a look of awe on her face.

It was almost as if she were admiring the patterns on a snake after subduing it and making sure it didn't bite. She was actually really scared of it in the wild, as it could bite back if she was careless.

Her fear turned into wonder as she she tilted it around using her cold, slender fingers and observed it like a rare specimen that needed to be properly analyzed and studied.

Her shyness also seemed to have gone away along with her fear, as she didn't seem to mind holding my half-erect penis in her hands and bringing it close to her face to look at the bulging veins and sheer girth it possessed. Other than the occasional blush she would give when she felt my penis throb when she moved it a certain way.

"Would you believe me if I said that this size was actually only average?" I joked with her, as I got a little embarrassed with her looking at my dick so keenly with her legs spread wide in front of me and with a lab coat on that covered up her butt.

Her underwear also looked darker than before and looked like the darkness was spreading as she moved around my penis in my hand, which could only mean one thing.

"I would believe you." Astrid replied with an unexpected answer.

"But only if you compare it to a herd of elephants or a band of horses." She continued her sentence with a joke of her own and a smile on my face.

"But I've learned in biology class that humans have the highest reproductive rate out of all the races, which made me dwell deeper into that topic since I was curious why humans had a higher rate than us."

"And found out along the way that not only are humans the most fertile among all the races, but they also find it extremely easy to get pregnant, unlike certain races. They also have the best tools they can use for reproduction."

Astrid looked up at me with a shy look on her face and continued saying

"...which means that human males have the biggest penises out of all the races."

"S-So even people from the centaur race that have horse-like characteristics won't have a penis half the size of yours." Astrid said and darted her eyes away, embarrassed about revealing the fact that she did such lewd research in the past, when she looked like someone who'd be doing research on topics that could change the world for the better.

"Oh, is that so..." I said casually, even though I already knew that humans possessed better appartus when it came to reproduction, from the guidebook.

The exact reason as to why it's like that isn't clear. But it's been speculated that it has to do with humans being the original race that all the other races stemmed from, which gave us an advantage in that aspect. Or something to do with the Estrus cycles some races go through, when humans have to go through Estrus all year long because of how horny of a race we are and our natural instinct to mate.

"But doesn't that mean that I possess a bigger tool than any male in your own Minotaur race could ever possess?" I asked as I rubbed the tip of her glossy black horns, which curved backward.

"Y-Yes...Especially since you're bigger then 99.9999% of the human race. And the 0.0001% is simply a variable that I had to add in case there is anyone like you, which is extremely unlikely, which I got from the research I've done on this."

Astrid said, a little embarrassed about the amount of research she had done on the topic, to the point where she even knew the average dick size of a human by heart.

No wonder she didn't believe me from the start when I told her it wasn't very big, even though she didn't have any experience in that area. It was all because she compensated for that experience with research of her own.

"Then, according to your research, doesn't that also mean only I can give you something that no other minotaur in your race could ever give?" I stopped thinking about what else she had researched in private and steered back to what I wanted to say.

"Give me something that no other minotaur could ever give me?" She repeated my statement, thinking of what I meant by that.

But when she saw the chunk of meat that was still in her hand and right in front of her face, she immediately understood and looked at it bashfully, and then, without looking up at me, nodded her with her cheeks flushed red, agreeing with what I said.

Although I didn't directly say it as I didn't want her to make a definite difference between me and her race, which might not sit well with her even if she agreed, she still should've understood what I was trying to say and didn't refute who would be forever superior, which should help with the domination of her bloodline.

It was the same as degrading her race while putting myself higher than them in a certain way, which was perfect for the dominant-submissive mentality we were trying to establish.

Chapter 67: I Promise I Won't Bite It

"But Luca..." She called out to me in a soft voice while looking at my penis in a daze.

"What is it, Astrid?" I called her name intimately with a warm smile on my face, as if we were a old couple.

"Will this thing really fit inside of me?"

The smile on my face froze when I heard those words, and the harmonious feeling we had shattered in a second.  

I looked down at Astrid with a peculiar look on my face. Only to find her looking at me with a look of genuine curiosity and a little nervousness in her eyes as the grip on my penis became stronger.

"What's the point in asking that? I already said that you didn't need to take it in since it isn't necessary."

"I already know that, you idiot! So stop looking at me like that!"  

She exclaimed when she saw me looking at her as if she were a pervert.

"I-I was just curious about what would happen if I really did take it in, since it's most primary use and the reason it's shaped that way is to penetrate a female partner."

"But since it looks like that, I wanted to know if it can really perform it's duty, as I'm afraid that it would struggle to even set a foot into the door."  

"And this is all from a legitimate research view and not something else. So don't get the wrong idea!"

Astrid warned me not to misunderstand when she was obviously making a lame excuse for her perverted theories.

"You don't need to worry if it can enter or not, as I can assure you that it is already an experienced veteran when it comes to excavating narrow tunnels." I answered her doubt indirectly.

"How is that even possible when it's as thick as my wrist and even a little longer than my forearm?!" She said as she finally let go of my penis and let it hang in front of her face and said with a look of amazement on her face as she covered her mouth with the same hand that was holding my dick in awe.

I wanted to cry bullshit and say that she must be blind to think that my penis was only a little longer than her forearm, which was a great insult to my penis even though I hated it for its size.  

But I then realised that Astrid was a minotaur with a larger physique than humans, so the forearm of hers she mentioned was the same length as a full-grown human male's forearm, even though it looked as supple and smooth as any human girl's arm, and I calmed myself from having an outburst.

"I have my ways." I didn't explain and brushed off her doubt.

Astrid didn't mind me asking and not answering since she seemed to have something else on her mind.

"Since you say that it could actually enter someone...T-Then would it be able to go inside of me?" She once again asked the same question while shyly fiddling with her fingers.

"As long as your hole down there isn't sealed up by cement, then I guess it could." I answered, seeing that she really wanted to know out of genuine curiosity.

"Just the tip?" She looked at the tip of my dick, as if she were looking at the head of a snake.

"A little further than that."

"How far in?" She stared at the shaft and looked to be measuring it in her mind.

"Using the body of a minotaur as a basis, I'd say I could probably fit 2/5 of my package in." I answered after getting a good look at her waist.

"Only that much?"

"Just how deep do you think your hole down there is? Fitting even that is a little too much for your body to take."

"What if I take any more of that?" She looked up and asked another weird question.

"I'd probably hurt, as if someone was ramming you with a rod down there."

"What if you rammed it all the way through?"

"What? You mean my dick?" I asked with an absurd look on my face, to which she nodded her head.

"Are you crazy? Why do you want to know that?"

"Just tell me! I want to know for science!"

"Science, my ass!" I exclaimed.  

"What kind of bizarre scientific paper are you going to write with knowledge about my penetration game?"

"I'll write whatever paper I want! Just tell me what will happen!" She cried out like an adamant child.

"A kebab." I answered.

"It'll probably pierce through your guts and hang you like a kebab."

Astrid touched her stomach and looked a little worried when she heard what would happen if she took it all in. She seemed to have imagined that scenario, and her face paled. She shook her head, looked up at me, and said in a low voice

"That's scary."

"It is."

"Let's not do that then." She said.

"I never said we would." I rubbed my eyebrows, thinking how many times I was going to say that we weren't going to have sex until it got through her head.