Black Roundworm Bathhouse
William took off his clothes without the slightest hesitation and stepped into the pool filled with an extremely softened mass of Black Roundworms.
The texture lay somewhere between liquid and solid, soft, smooth, and delicate.
Just as Orlena had said, this kind of bathhouse really could repair the body. Quite a few Black Roundworms had already crawled into his body through the exposed pores on his skin, secreting their regenerative bodily fluids to mend his wounds and stimulate his body's own recovery.
Drip, drip~ A highly untimely sound of water droplets came from behind him.
Leaning against the edge of the pool, William turned toward the sound. He saw that a large puddle of saliva had already formed in front of Miss Orlena, who stood beside the pool.
Her eyes were fixed on him—or rather, on the muscles of William's back.
However,
As Orlena became lost in the contours of William's back, her vision suddenly noticed something. The seemingly perfect outline of his back muscles actually possessed a certain "human shape," as though a deformed human were lying against and embedded within William's back.
Just as Orlena thought it was merely the contour of his muscles,
Buzz!
A pitch-black eye suddenly opened on William's back, its granular pupil staring fixedly at her.
It was not merely the eerie atmosphere or the sense of death conveyed by that gaze. An absolute terror also seeped through her.
Crack~ Her High Heels snapped. Orlena collapsed onto the floor, her Black Silk Stockings-clad legs clamped together as she trembled violently.
"Are you all right?"
William's words brought her back to her senses. When she looked toward his back again, there was nothing there.
"I... I'm fine..."
"Speaking of which, this body of mine would be quite suitable as one of your