I, a human soul, a centaur body, an immortal in two worlds whose combined age exceeds two hundred years, am starting my new life in the third world.
Good news: The third world does not need to be reopened.
Bad news: What is a cursed spirit, and what is a god judge? You are finally back.
Summary: Due to the different energy systems in the world, it is understandable that I forcefully kissed the neon male high school student and had sex with him in bed.
Fortunately, you had the ability to adapt to the first world, which was as strong as that of a social animal, and you managed to survive just so so.
Survival does not mean that you want to wake up every day and think: "A dormitory cannot sleep 3.5 People and half a horse" and "Don't go to bed alone!"
I'm a centaur, not a stallion!
But without exception, the people who heard your protest all put on a show: if you don't say anything, he will act stupid, but if you say it, she will look surprised.
Author's words (emphasis added)
The heroine will only have the body of a centaur. Even if there are any gameplay changes in the plot, the heroine's centaur body will not change.
If you don't want to take this bite from others, just run away.
It also contains hidden pills and is a waste of literature. Colleagues who don't want to take it should run away quickly.
Although the target is no cp, the more lovers there are, the more impressive the JPG will be.
In the end, the heroine's moral bottom line is not high (marked in red). She is the kind of astringent adult who will go in and have a drink when she sees a custom shop.
Concept: XP is free.