Chapter 59 - Stimulating Creation (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“No!”

A familiar scream sounded. Warfarin suddenly sat up from the bed with a pale face.

“Huff! Huff! Huff!”

She panted heavily, and there was still a lingering fear on her face.

This time, Warfarin’s reaction was obviously much bigger than before.

Looking at Warfarin, who was obviously frightened, Flanders was afraid that something might happen to her, so he immediately gave her warmth.

“Baby, did you have a nightmare again?”

Flanders sat up and sat next to Warfarin. He held Warfarin in his arms, and his voice was very gentle.

If Allen saw this, Flanders would definitely be shocked on the spot, thinking that he was blind.

Flanders, who had turned into a gentle boyfriend, comforted Warfarin by her ear.

“Don’t worry. It’s just a nightmare. But, darling, don’t be afraid. I’m right beside you.”

“Oh, Flanders.”

Flanders’ comforting words were still effective. Warfarin threw herself into Flanders’ arms, her shoulders twitching from time to time.

A cold feeling came from his chest. Flanders was a little surprised. He did not expect Warfarin to cry directly this time.

Although her reaction was even bigger than the last time, Warfarin’s appearance was even worse than the last time.

But compared to the last time she was scared to death, just from this point alone, Warfarin’s performance this time was much better than the last time.

At least, she and her body had endured this experience of fear.

And Warfarin was not in a good mood at the moment. She buried her head into Flanders’ arms and pressed her face tightly against Flanders’ chest painfully, listening to Flanders’ heartbeat.

On the one hand, she was scared, but she did not tell him the real reason.

The nightmare from last night was still vivid in her mind.

It was a nightmare that would not go away. Just thinking about it made Warfarin tremble.

What scared her the most was that she would subconsciously think of the scarecrow every time she saw Flanders’ face.

It was too scary.

The boyfriend she had sex with was actually a scarecrow. No matter how many times she experienced it, Warfarin could not bear the sudden appearance of the scarecrow at the moment of your orgasm.

Not to mention, this time, it was even scarier than the last time.

Perhaps it was the increase in her endurance that kept Warfarin from collapsing.

Thus, she unlocked a whole new storyline.

At the end of the sex with the scarecrow, the straw inserted into her body began to grow.

One straw after another was inserted into her body, her vagina was opened and expanded, and her uterus was finally filled.

Not only that, in this nightmare, Warfarin also clearly felt that a new straw rod was inserted into her anus.

From her anus to her rectum, her body was finally filled with straw, and her stomach was filled to the brim.

The final, fatal blow to Warfarin, causing her to wake up completely, was also the most terrifying. The straw spread crazily in her body, finally breaking through her stomach and splitting her into two.

Even now, her body still had that kind of pain.

To put it bluntly, Warfarin had a certain shadow in her heart about having sex because of this nightmare.

This was also why after she woke up this time, she did not use sex to cure her fear like last time.

“Alright, it’s alright. What kind of nightmare did you have today? Why did you have such a big reaction?”

Flanders let go of his arms, wanting to push Warfarin away and take a good look at her.