After locking the Matriarch's body tightly in his arms, he deliberately opened a small entrance to his system space through a gap, giving the pathological growths somewhere to go.
Under pressure from both inside and out,
the growths were practically left with only one route: being forced into his system space. And once they were in there, Lynn had a hundred ways to deal with them!
Lynn kept his eyes tightly shut inside the cocoon of tentacles, constantly soothing and squeezing the growths out.
It was difficult.
And it demanded an enormous amount of concentration.
He had to suppress the Fallen Angel's personality on both the physical and mental levels while continuously pouring his M and Curse Removal abilities into her. The drain on him was unimaginably immense. One careless slip, and the Fallen Angel's terrifying power could kill him.
But he did it without hesitation anyway!
Gurgle, gurgle-
Gurgle, gurgle-
Time ticked by, and the rampaging growths were steadily expelled into his system space.
As most of the growths were removed, the pain grew weaker and weaker. The agonized screams of the Fallen Angel, whose suppressed consciousness had gone blank, gradually turned into ragged panting driven by overwhelming desire.
Her mind was blank, but the terrifying side effects of M were acting on her body all the same.
And in such an enclosed space,
with that young man pressed tightly against her, the pressure from inside and out made her begin to writhe almost uncontrollably on instinct. Her hot breath and the tremendous agitation within her drove her to clutch Lynn's body almost unconsciously. Even her twelve enormous, pitch-black wings instinctively folded around them.
But Lynn still kept his eyes tightly shut.
His mind was intensely focused.
Normally, his thoughts would have run wild, but in this situation, how