As he spoke, he picked up a piece of animal skin that had yet to turn wet and waved it before Bluepool’s face, fanning a funky odor in his direction.

Bluepool: “…”

The man’s face, which was gorgeous as a sea demon, twitched, and he said with a stiff neck, “I don’t believe it! How could a female do something so embarrassing? Especially since it’s Irina’s baby. I’m sure she looks beautiful. I’ll bet this poop comes from your mischievous leopard cubs.”

“Up to you to believe it or not.” Damien went back to washing the diapers.

Although Bluepool couldn’t tolerate the stench, he refused to leave. “Hey! When is...