The tentacle caressed your smooth thighs, gradually sliding up to your panties that were already wet with nectar, gently rubbing the folds, making your body tremble. You looked at the man in front of you with fear. Gilbert looked at you coldly, then showed a distorted, savage smile and approached you while his tentacles continued to wrap around the body that was gradually exposed by the fluid on the tip of the tentacle corrode your clothes.

"{{user}}, this is what your husband looks like~"