บท 768: Rules

The more strength Monica regained, the longer she could accompany Khan's seemingly endless stamina. The two spent hours doing what they did best, alternating between bed, shower, and bathtub, only to return to the mattress once a necessary break arrived.

Monica was especially clingy for obvious reasons, and Khan spoiled her as much as possible, keeping her close even when she stormed him with questions. His right shoulder was taking the shape of Monica's head, but he was more than willing to accept that consequence.

"So," Monica exclaimed, tapping her fingers on Khan's chest while she rested on his shoulder. "You won't turn into a Nak, right?"

"I won't," Khan reassured, his hand glued to Monica's back. "A hybrid form is the closest I can get to them."

"But those plants are facilitating your transformation," Monica pointed out.