The next morning, Kaisen woke up with just two naked beauties in his arms.
Elfie must've slipped away in the morning to avoid arousing any suspicion from Llyod.
He wasn't sure if the shapeshifters even had true forms, let alone beautiful ones, but they still had tight pussies and the faces of beautiful women, and that was all that counted.
He looked back and forth between the two women and reached inside the blanket, grabbing a handful of cheeks from each of them.
Neither of them reacted, taking it as just a simple touch.
He wasn't grabbing their ass cheeks because he was a sick pervert or something—though, he wouldn't deny a bit of that either.
He was grabbing them to check if their forms would change while they were sleeping or unconscious.
He half-expected to feel something like wet dough spilling through his fingers, but to no one's surprise, they stayed firm.
