"Hmm! Mr.Zhongli! She's coming!


"It's coming!
"How are you doing? Mr.Zhongli!
"It's no good. It's monja again."
"......... I see."


Tartaglia has had many children by repeated penetration.
It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
The organs, muscles, and bones of the fetus were torn apart by the impact of Zhongli's 25cm cannon hitting Tartaglia's uterus.
The organs, muscles and bones of the fetus, which had been torn apart by the impact of Zhongli's 25cm cannon hitting Tartaglia's uterus, flowed out of her anus wrapped in blood and lymph fluid.
The soggy human tissues haphazardly mixed together looked more like a "monja" than a human being.

After her 14th miscarriage, Tartaglia rushed to gather up the "monja" and scooped it up with both hands.
He scooped it up with both hands and put it in a bucket beside him.
Then he tipped the bucket on the hot griddle.
"The fragrant smell of the bucket of monja filled the air.

"Eat up, Mr.Zhongli."

Tartaglia gathers his hands in mourning and says, "Itadakimasu." Then he extends his chopsticks to his child.
The painful sight of Tartaglia losing his mind was so painful that Zhongli could not stop his erection.