Demi-human Girls Completion Manual-Chapter 1167 - 114: Strawberry

Fisher woke up just as the sky was beginning to brighten. Outside, a thin layer of morning mist had risen over Dragon Tail Island, intertwining with the sleeping citizens of Ideal Country below and the dissipating scent of alcohol, creating an indistinct, dreamlike morning.

And indeed it felt that way; to Fisher, last night was a night filled with madness, a dream not fully awakened even by the morning light.

Last night...

When Fisher’s consciousness arrived at this enchanting concept, he first felt a refreshing clarity, followed by an unprecedented sense of nostalgia and longing. Normally, after satisfying his bodily desires, he would regain his rationality, but for some reason, with Helair, these thoughts emerged.

It truly was Helair’s fault.

As he became aware, he instinctively searched for the whereabouts of the evil angel, but almost immediately realized her presence before he even moved.

Fisher tilted his head slightly, noticing the beautiful angel with short curly blonde hair resting her face beside his neck. Without having seen her possible sleeping face or admired the serene beauty of the angel, Fisher, in his sage-like moment, pondered over the irrelevant detail of whether angels needed sleep.

After all, the last time they shared a pillow she insisted she hadn’t slept the whole night, blaming him as the reason.

At the moment, Helair’s soft body was completely pressed against Fisher’s, and she was indeed very light; such an exaggerated posture left Fisher feeling no weight at all. The places she touched neither felt hot nor itchy, only warm, cozy, and soft, accompanied by a faint scent like sunlight in the afternoon, making him want to close his eyes and hold her as he drifted back to sleep.

By the way, where did her crown go?

Fisher stared at Helair’s empty head wondering.

He quietly lifted the sheets a bit, taking the moment to carefully observe the angel’s beautiful body and structure.

Hmm, the wings behind are still there, though they are wrapped together with him, but why doesn’t he feel them at all?

Fisher reached out and poked at Helair’s blue and gold phantom wings that enveloped them both. At the moment of contact, Fisher felt a cool, immensely smooth sensation.

So these wings are indeed tangible, which explains why they broke during the previous battle with Master Tao.

Feeling the smooth and sleek phantom wings on her back, Fisher suddenly remembered he had not yet bound Helair. Earlier she had not fully transformed into a female, but now he should be able to bind her. Although binding a Mythical Species might alert her, Fisher trusted Helair, so he didn’t mind her finding out more about him through the binding.

[Angel Species]

[Bindable Studies: 0/1]

[Bindable Subject: Helair, Female Adult Angel (After Transformation)]

[Bind?]

Bind!

As the thought emerged, a burst of golden light surged into Fisher’s body, accompanied by familiar pain, prompting him to hold Helair tighter.

Perhaps due to his actions, Helair’s long golden eyelashes fluttered like beautiful butterfly wings.

With that motion, the crown Fisher crafted, embedded with many gemstones, slowly appeared atop Helair’s head.

"Mmm..."

She yawned, her eyes still closed, her little mouth pressing against Fisher’s chest muscles, sucking in as she held his muscle, creating a crisp "pop" sound.

Like a strawberry being marked, only after this distinct trace was left did Helair look at Fisher with squinting eyes and said,

"Morning."

She probably already realized their connection, but like Elliog, she showed no sign of acknowledgment.

Fisher glanced up and down at the crown that appeared on her head and asked,

"Morning... When angels rest, do their halos disappear?"

"Indeed, because, as you know, the halo represents our current state. Angels rarely sleep, but when they do, they are bound to dream, and the halo symbolizing consciousness will vanish into our bodies, so you don’t see it."

"Dreaming... What did you dream about last night?"

"I dreamt... Hmm..."

She didn’t speak, her fingers poking at Fisher’s body, like a surveyor directing bombers, marking each spot she seemed to like, then leaning in to leave a "pop," bombing a clear strawberry mark.

Her face lit up with a brighter smile in response, as if reporting: "Mission accomplished, sir"...

What a wicked little one. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

After leaving a couple of such marks, Helair lazily replied with a relaxed smile,

"I dreamt that you and I eloped to a hidden, unexplored place."