"Satrya?"
Low and deep.
That's the sound of the voice calling my name.
I felt..ah, out of it.
Ffs! I had forgotten why I went through all of that in the first place ah.
These males, the giants that stood in front of me in all their naked glory.
Each slab of muscular flesh, taunted me.
As if carved by some famous... Wait... Even some of those famous painters aren't as good as some of those no-name painters.
Ah, so what can I compare such perfectly sculpted men too?
Well, it doesn't matter I have to see something...something...forget it, my mind is to chaotic right now to botherThey are incomparably perfect ok!
Now I am one thousand percent sure, that I have never shifted to my Lyrical form since my birth.
So the problem here is that even if my head reached the chest of the twin giants which made me much larger from just reaching their waist before ah.
