Within the lavish hall, behind faintly translucent curtains, Zim's shouts and the beauty's coquettish laughter echoed through the sultry air.
How could there be such a tormenting little vixen in this world?
After finishing a blood-pumping dance to "Young Man," Zim's four eyeballs were practically burning red. He panted heavily as he looked at the Minotaur's toned muscles, sturdy body, and bashful expression.
"Beauty, be good. Come over here and let me have a look."
"No." The Minotaur shook his head shyly. "I'm scared."
"Don't be scared, don't be scared. Let's do something fun together..."
Zim laughed wildly, no longer able to endure it. Several arms spread wide, the mountain of flesh trembling as he lunged straight at Raymond.
A massive shadow fell over the Minotaur's blank face. His eyes widened in despair, and he cried out in terror, "Help!"
"Beauty, even if you scream your throat raw, nobody will come save you."
Zim cackled, tearing off his clothes. Drooling, he opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of sharp teeth. "I'm going to eat something hot..."
Just as Raymond gritted his teeth, preparing to activate his war form, draw the powered twin swords from his arms, and fight Zim blade to blade, Zim's movements suddenly froze.
His once-greedy face rapidly stiffened, eventually twisting into uncontrollable fury.
The instant the shrill alarm sounded, the enormous mountain of flesh before Raymond began to writhe as though boiling. Then, its fleshly disguise tore apart, and a Stone-Melt Demon Dragon hundreds of meters long drilled out from within. Red light bloomed from countless compound eyes, while sharp ridges and scales covered its thick body.
Raymond instinctively covered his butt.
But before he could scream, Zim threw the rare beauty aside. His massive torso crashed down, smashed through the ground, and charged straight toward