Chapter 113: Her Green Furred... Vag— (R-18)

The night had fallen, their clothes, still clinging to their skin, offered little warmth, and the chill made Evelise shiver uncontrollably. She glanced at the bed Sid had crafted, its soft mattress inviting her with a promise of comfort, but dampness ruined the thought. As she hesitated, lost in indecision, Sid casually stripped down, seemingly unbothered by the cold. Evelise froze. Her eyes widened in horror.

"Why are you—?!"

She shouted, twisting away. Sid raised his hands defensively, a faint smirk on his lips.

"I’m out! Look, we don’t really have a choice. The faster we dry our bodies, the better. Clothes won’t help at this point."

He stepped outside, hanging their soaked garments on a line hastily tied between trees.

"I’m going inside. It’s chilly, and the fireplace will help. Your choice— strip now, or freeze until morning."

Evelise crossed her arms, hugging herself, trembling as she stared at the warm glow from the cabin. Her torn wedding dress clung to her damp body, heavy and uncomfortable. She gritted her teeth, trying to resist, but the cold was relentless.

She couldn’t help but steal glances at Sid through the doorway. The flickering firelight cast dancing shadows across his muscular form, accentuating every curve and ridge of his physique. His soft cock hung between his legs, a tantalizing sight that made her heart race despite the chill in the air.

Sid, completely at ease, seemed to be teasing her deliberately— whistling idiotically, tossing a few logs into the fireplace to make it crackle and flare, and on the other hand, munching on peanut butter while muttering to himself.

"Ugh... this is so good. Fireplace plus peanut butter, it’s like I’m camping."

Annoyance pricked at Evelise as she watched him, utterly exasperated by his ridiculous behavior.

"How is it so easy for him?"

The chill finally overcame her stubbornness.

"I can’t... I can’t just... freeze out here!"

Her fingers trembled as she slowly unbuttoned her tattered wedding dress. She shivered violently, her teeth chattering as the cold air hit her bare flesh.With a deep breath, she let the dress fall to the ground, stepping out of it and kicking it aside.

Sid glanced over, his eyes widening briefly before he quickly looked away, respecting her modesty.

"Alright, alright, I’m not looking."

Evelise snatched up a bucket and an empty barrel, hastily covering herself as she hurried inside. The warmth of the fireplace enveloped her like a comforting embrace, chasing away the chill that had seeped into her bones. She stood there for a moment, letting the heat penetrate her skin, before moving closer to the flames.

Sid sat on a log near the fire, his back turned to give Evelise privacy. He took another bite of peanut butter from his jar, savoring the creamy texture on his tongue. It was ridiculously loud bite. The sticky smacking of his chewing echoed through the cabin, each sound exaggerated and impossible to ignore. Evelise groaned, pressing her hands over her face.

"Ugh! Can you not eat like that? It’s driving me insane!"

Sid paused, peanut butter dripping slightly from the corner of his mouth.

"What?"

"Can you chew quietly for once?"

"Hey, it’s my favorite. I deserve to enjoy it loudly. Hey— want some?"

He held the jar toward her. Evelise froze mid-step, glaring at him.

"What? No! I... I can’t even—ugh!"

Her half-zombie stomach churned at the thought, and before she could stop it, she gagged and spat into the nearest bucket. Sid laughed, genuine and loud.

"Ohhh, right! You’re still full from that deer’s...uh...gourmet organ feast, aren’t you?"

Evelise’s face flushed red, her patience fraying. She planted her feet firmly, holding the bucket defensively like a shield.

"Sid... you are impossible!"

Instinctively, she lifted the bucket, intending to smack him with it. Sid froze mid chew, eyes wide, and the jar slipped from his fingers, spilling peanut butter onto the floor.

"Whoa—woah, hey! Easy there!"

Evelise blinked, and suddenly realized— her moment of aggression had left her exposed. She froze, heart hammering, realizing the bucket had slipped from her grip and her body was momentarily uncovered. Sid’s eyes widened in shock, a mix of horror and amusement, and he stammered,

"Uh... Evelise? I think—uh..."

Sid’s gaze lingered on Evelise, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of her green furred vagina with a small patch of pubic hair. A rush of heat flooded his cheeks, and he quickly averted his eyes, but not before Evelise caught him staring.

"GYAHHHHH!"

She shouted, her voice echoing through the cabin. She snatched up the bucket and pressed it against her vagina, covering herself once more.

"STOP STARING! How dare you look at me like that! I’ll put a heated iron on your eyelids if you do it again!"

Sid held up his hands in surrender, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

"Whoa, whoa! I’m sorry, okay? It’s just... it’s normal when you’re living with someone. You can’t expect me to act like I’m blind or something."

Evelise’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, if that were possible. She stomped over to Sid and pointed an accusatory finger at him.

"Normal?!"

Sid blinked as Evelise’s tirade sank in.

"...Right. Not in the apocalypse. Not wandering around like Eva and Adam. Got it. Clothes first. Survival priority."

He opened his menu, tapping through the crafting tab until he reached the tailor section. The interface glowed softly, listing all the recipes and materials required. Cotton fabric rolls? Check. Needles and thread? Check. Some scavenged leather scraps from the "Stitch Perfect" shop? Check. Sid grinned.

"Alright... let’s see if I can make something that actually fits without turning it into a disaster."

He summoned each ingredient one by one, the air shimmering as bolts of fabric, thread, and tools appeared around him. With meticulous focus, he started stitching and assembling the clothing. The fabric shifted under his hands, pieces snapping into place like magic. Within minutes, a simple but practical set of attire had taken form: soft, durable, and warm, with enough coverage.