Indulgence in pleasures is human nature.
After extreme suppression, the moment of liberation multiplies the joy felt several times over, with many even viewing it as a reward from the gods after passing a trial.
Intense pleasure and indulgence shatter the shackles of reason, and people turn into beasts.
If it is a soldier who licks blood off the knife's edge, and gets desperate enough not to spare even the sows, ewes, or mares, at times like these they become complete beasts. The Albion Royal Navy, despite its strict hierarchy, has to keep sheep on ships to solve the various physiological needs of the crew and turn a blind eye to certain behaviors that deviate from values and orientations.
Really, all men are beasts.
(Why am I in a place like this?)
The boy, whose body had become that of a girl, lamented the unpredictability of life, a melancholic sigh echoing in the depths of his heart.
