Monster Girl Ranching in Another World

After getting on new shorts and a t-shirt on, helped Lidy dry off the bed and change the sheets, I left her to nap. I gave her a kiss before leaving and a promise of more later.

Once I was outside the room, I paused for a moment and closed my eyes. Lidy had changed, but there was no change in her status card other than her race.

That was now a Five-Tailed Shadow Cat, but nothing was displaying what kind of abilities she had. I was curious what that meant, but I had told Harold that I would leave him alone for a few days.

I searched out the different girls through my senses, but all of them were gathered in one place that I couldn’t put my finger on. That must mean they were in one of Mex’s areas and would all be with Beeno.

I headed downstairs, but a door opened when I got to the first floor below me. The leader of the women's circle stepped out with a scowl on her face.

Machariel had short blue hair that almost looked like she had a bowl cut and four-inch horns protruding from her forehead. She was wearing a black skirt with a white shirt and a black shawl hanging over her shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Machariel asked me as she walked out of what I assumed to be her room.

“I don’t really know. The better question is how you were able to get out of Beeno’s training?” I asked, and Machariel put her close hand up to her mouth and coughed.

“I am deathly ill, if you can't tell,” Machariel said with an attitude.

“Really? I think you might need to join them if you plan on acting like this the entire trip. I already put up with a week of Nixi. My patience is running very thin when it comes to women that want to give me attitude constantly,” I said, crossing my arms.

“What are you going to do? Drop me off on a deserted island?” Machariel snapped at me, and I scoffed.

“Like I would waste the time. I would just kick you out into the water or through you into one of my astral rings, and you could become food for my pet SkinWalkers. I could just give you to one of the girls to eat as well, but I wouldn’t want to make them sick,” I said.

“You seem like the type that would do that!” Machariel snapped, and I rolled my eyes.

“Of course I am! Do you think I became you Demon Lord because I hugged the other ones to death? If you cause me problems, I will get rid of you. One rotten apple ruins the bunch,” I growled and then sighed. “You know what really bothers me about your attitude? It’s that you have no idea who I am. You just decided to not like me because I am a man.”

“Of course, I hate you because you are a man! A man is the reason why my sisters and I are all barren!” Machariel snapped as she lifted her white shirt to reveal a still black tattoo.

“Why weren’t you at the pit when I called for everyone?” I asked, frowning.

“Like I would do something that a man asked!” Machariel declared, and I rolled my eyes, slapping my hand to my face.

I took a deep breath, focused a full blast of Orgasmoura, and slammed it into the short-haired Demon. I moved quickly and caught Machariel as her body tried to crumple to the floor.

“W-What, ahh! My insides a-a-are, ahh, s-so hot! W-w-what are y-you, ahhhhh! I am going to cum! Ahh! I’m cumming!” Machariel cried out in my arms as her body shook and her tattoo lit up bright pink.

Unlike Lidy, Machariel would have to wait a week before her body would go back to whatever she was before becoming Demonized. I released my aura, hoping this might curve her attitude.

I was wrong.

“Let go of me!” Machariel growled, pushing off me, but then fell because her legs still had the strength of Jello tubes.

I could have helped her up, but the dirty look I received pushed that thought away. This nasty woman could stay lying on the floor for all I cared.

“There. In a week, you will change forms back to whatever you were before this. After that, you can have as many children as you want,” I said as I started walking away.

“You are just going to leave me on the floor like this after you have had your way with me?!” Machariel screeched, and I whirled around.

“Would you prefer I roll you down this flight of stairs? You clearly don’t want me to touch you, and you are an irritable bitch. Why the hell would I go out of my way to offer help that would just be refused? You act like I don’t have other things that I could be doing, but instead, I took some time to do what I already did once!” I shouted, but Machariel still glared at me.

“How do you know if you don’t ask?!” Machariel snapped, and I glared at her.

Every part of me wanted to turn around and forget that this witch even existed! I had been in such a good mood, but this sow seems to think it is her life's purpose to piss me off!

“Fine! Here!” I growled and offered my hand, but Machariel turned her head from me and turned up her nose.

“Is that how you ask a woman? Or have the years of living inside a game robbed you of all your manners?” Machariel demanded. “If you had any to begin with!”

“You know? I really didn’t like you before this, but now, I still really don't like you,” I said, pulling my hand back. “Pick your own ass off the floor.”

I turned and walked away, leaving Machariel on the ground yelling at me.