Clam and Winged Beauty Contest

The morning sunlight was warm, and the atmosphere on Winged Human Island was youthful and peaceful. The girls' crisp laughter carried across the island. Having just survived a crisis, everyone had relaxed, and the whole island brimmed with joy. Some elderly winged humans who had once had no desire to reproduce secretly went to drink from Mother-Child Spring after this incident, stroking their lower bellies with radiant faces.

The young winged human girls had no such thoughts. Instead, they often raised their eyes toward Husband's residence, though no one knew what they were thinking.

But today, everyone was looking toward the entrance of the temple.

Outside the temple where prayers and sacrifices were offered as usual stood a soft little girl.

Literally speaking, she was so soft she was practically collapsing.

Her shell, the hardest part of her body, had been tightly bound open with a string of Buddhist beads, not allowing it to close. Standing there in broad daylight, even though she hugged her arms and legs tightly, An'an still felt as though she were spread wide open for everyone to see.

Accustomed to relying on her shell for protection and concealment, once she had to spread it open like this, it felt, in her heart, about the same as being stripped ba—an image the censors would not permit.

In truth, she was fully clothed, her pale blue long dress quite beautiful. Her hands and feet were not restrained either, but she simply felt as though she had nowhere to put them. Even curling herself into a ball could not stop that sense of shame.

This was entirely in her own mind. To the winged humans, her strange emotions were utterly incomprehensible. When she opened her shell, it looked exactly like a winged human spreading her wings. The winged