Chapter 293
Chapter 293
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 293
Chapter Title: One Cat
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"Marronier."
"...".
The cock on the verge of bursting through her underwear.
She placed her nose next to the shaft and gently inhaled its scent.
"...Ah."
The thick masculine aroma filled her nostrils, refusing to calm her.
The dick hidden inside her underwear had swollen grotesquely.
It stood tall.
Marronier stared blankly at the cock resting on her nose.
-Slurp.
The soft yet hot sensation pressing against her lower abdomen through the underwear.
Her canine tooth grazed the glans, and with a sharp sting of pain, Blanche's saliva-soaked tongue gently licked up the underside of the shaft.
The sensation made his entire body tremble.
"Hey. Hey!"
Her slender arms wrapped around his waist.
Marronier pulled his cock out from the underwear, buried her nose in the saliva-drenched fabric, savored the scent, and licked it appreciatively.
"Pff, slurp, pffhh...".
Drool spilling from her open mouth.
The lust-soaked gaze she directed up at him was intensely depraved.
Her clear blue eyes had darkened into corrupted pools.
Zrurp. Zrurp. The sound of her thighs rubbing together, encased in white stockings.
-Thud.
Her legs gave out, and Marronier dropped to her knees.
"Haa, haaak... haa. Haa...".
She's lost her mind.
He couldn't see her expression.
The darkness limited his vision.
That made Marronier's provocative breathing echo even more richly and seductively in his ears.
-Huff, huff.
The vulgar pants filled the bathroom.
He'd meant to relieve himself, but now his own mind was growing hazy.
This National Tree girl.
The petite, cute Marronier—who seemed light enough to lift with both hands like a little girl—was sniffing his scent from below.
"...Ngh."
A drop of translucent fluid at the tip of the underwear.
The soft touch of her lips on the glans tip.
-Smooch.
She licked up even the precum.
As if it were sweet coconut juice. Lovingly caressing the shaft with both hands, she soothed him.
"...This."
Marronier's voice, drenched in lust.
Normally like the tower bells ringing at noon—clear and bright.
But now?
"...Good."
Her voice, sweet like a handful of chocolate, grew stickier with excitement.
"Good, so good...".
Like melted chocolate at room temperature, tickling his ears.
A voice no one else could imitate—Marronier's alone.
"How long... how long I've waited."
Just hearing it made his whole body's lust surge wildly.
The sweaty, musky scent from her small body was pungent yet not unpleasant—an erotic smell he wanted to bury himself in all day.
Marronier grasped the underwear and slowly pulled it down.
The veiny, monstrous cock.
It wouldn't come down easily; she grunted as it sprang free and slapped against her cheek.
Even that soft sensation drove him mad.
To escape the pleasure, he stepped back momentarily.
His elbow hit the switch, and the ceiling light flicked on.
-Flash.
The sight of Marronier on her knees filled his view.
Her white panties peeked from under her skirt, soaked straight through.
On her knees, her thighs spread defenselessly, a thin string dangling below.
Her crimson face met his eyes.
A face that could drive anyone insane.
"Get up."
"Okay...".
She obeyed his words.
Marronier's body, rising, was drenched in sweat.
Apparently, she sweated a lot when tense—her skin glistened everywhere.
He leaned down slightly.
Marronier gulped in her view.
-Thump, thump.
A heart could race like that.
Not pounding heavily, but cutely matching a rhythm. Like Marronier enjoying a song, her heart expressed its feelings.
He slipped both hands under Marronier's armpits.
...Unthinkingly.
He buried his face into her chest.
Marronier hugged his face in ecstasy.
-Thud.
She was pushed back lightly, her back hitting the toilet's rear tank.
He licked each bead of sweat from her skin.
A faintly sweet taste vibrated on his tongue.
Lifting her damp short-sleeved top revealed perky nipples standing erect atop her breasts.
"...Us."
Marronier spoke cautiously.
"...If we do it this time, we can't pretend it never happened. It's different from before. The instincts are still there...".
"You said you wanted to."
"......".
Marronier spread her arms slightly.
"Yeah."
Her eyes glistened with sticky love.
"...Please hold Blanche."
He pulled Marronier into his arms with both hands.
Not too tightly, cradling her against his chest, he squeezed firmly to bind her.
"...Ngh, kkh, ugh, ook...".
The suffocating restraint, the pain from the firm embrace—yet.
Even in that breathless moment, Marronier trembled nonstop.
Had her body remembered their short day together?
Love juices gushed from under her panties.
"Like a cat."
Fussy yet adorably affectionate when held—like a cat.
That was Marronier's personality.
"...Cat."
"Don't like it?"
"Make me your cat...".
Once the line was crossed, she held nothing back.
Ready to agree to anything.
If he said they should date, or suggested any position—she'd accept it all.
But he couldn't go as far as penetration.
That was what she wanted most, but ultimately, even this was just a peak of fabricated emotions.
"...I'll throw it all away.... And live as your cat."
Yet Marronier's voice leaking out was poignantly sad.
She carried more stress than expected.
"Escape from the National Tree and the family...".
He stroked her tousled hair, pressing down as if petting.
"Normally."
Her weary eyes.
A familiar gaze.
The slack, exhausted look of an office worker ground down by endless routines, no weekends in sight.
Marronier, bearing noble duties and National Tree obligations, couldn't endure that stress.
And so, with things tangled, she now sought him as her escape.
"...Don't you like me?"
"Why wouldn't I like you? Unless you hate me."
"Not enough?"
"You're plenty pretty."
"...Not cute?"
"Overflowing with it."
"......Doing it with me... not good? Because my breasts are small...?"
Her sudden strike left him speechless.
What to say?
Instead, he moved his face to crash his lips into hers.
"Mm...".
Slipping in his tongue, her lips parted lightly to welcome it.
Her tongue greeted his, licking his root, scraping his palate, exchanging saliva.
The pure Wood Person's body defiled by human vulgar spit.
"Mmph... cold. Pffhaa...".
As they parted lips and gazed at each other.
He slid his hand down, slipping fingers past her stockings and panties.
He parted the fuzzy slit there.
-Squish.
Soon, heated moans burst from Marronier's mouth.
"If the brainwashing lifts."
"...Ngh, yeah.... Haaang...".
"And the feelings stay the same, I'll take responsibility somehow."
It wouldn't be hard.
The women at home might claw him for it... but that's already the case.
Marronier's waist buckled as she clung tightly.
"But right now, things are too unpredictable."
He spread his fingers gradually.
Hooking them inside her tight, winding pussy to stimulate sensitive spots.
Marronier's pussy was already narrow.
"...Hngh, hkk, ngh kh, ohook... ook."
Vulgar voices echoed.
"Eek, eeheee.... Hik, hngh."
Soaked in juices, urine squirting out.
"If you still want it."
After it's all over, if Marronier still desired.
He was a wanderer anyway then.
He could brazenly steal her away.
He left the rest unsaid.
"...Nyaaaah... ah."
He embraced Marronier as she wailed cat-like.
"So different from doing it alone... You haven't even put it in... ngh."
Marronier puckered for a kiss.
Reluctantly, he tangled tongues again.
His exposed cock slipped between her thighs.
Shaking his hips gently against the softness, Marronier began sobbing.
"...Ah, ah yeah, ah... haat."
"Blanche."
Gliding over her wet pussy lips, her swollen clit throbbed.
Juices slicked her thighs.
The rough stockings generated heat from friction.
But he pressed harder, grinding his cock against her thighs.
-Splurt.
Soon, white semen splattered onto her white stockings.
"...Haa, haa."
"Satisfied?"
Marronier unconsciously wiped the cum from her thigh and brought it to her mouth.
He grabbed her hand.
"Don't eat it. You'll just feel sick."
"...Okay."
-Splash!
They roughly wiped off with clothes at the nearby sink.
Then returned to the room.
They had no choice but to shower separately.
An awkward silence followed until Marronier suggested he go first. After he showered, changed, and returned, she went next.
With lust sated once, his mind cleared.
The feel of those pristine stockings still stirred lewd thoughts.
Lounging on Cornus's bed waiting for Marronier, he lay down when she didn't come.
-Slide.
Soon the door opened.
-Tap, tap.
Small footsteps. Marronier tottered over and looked down at him on the bed.
-Rustle.
She carefully lifted the blanket.
"...Why?"
"Wanna sleep together...".
"What if we get caught."
"Before that, I'll move.... Just until then, can we stay together?"
Many thoughts raced through his mind.
What if caught, for one.
And indulging her whims little by little felt like it could lead to irreversible things.
"...Just this once."
After his reluctant answer, Marronier in thin pajamas slipped under his blanket.
Watching how she'd sleep, she eyed him warily before climbing onto his stomach and curling up.
Her ass thrust back, thighs around his waist. Arms hugging his chest.
"Can't sleep comfortably beside me? Blanche."
"Tonight... I'm a cat...".
As if treasuring his words, Marronier rubbed her cheek against his chest.
"......Gonna sleep."
Totally selfish.
Helplessly, he tightly hugged Marronier under the blanket.
Satisfied, she rubbed her cheek repeatedly.
Patting her soft ass, she crawled forward slightly, pecked his lips, and closed her eyes.
-Smack.
He had many sins.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ She's asleep.
Waking midway, Marronier checked the time.
5 a.m. Cornus wakes surprisingly late.
The Sage and Lee Si-heon rise first for morning routines.
At least until 7, plenty of time.
"...".
-If the brainwashing lifts.
-If the feelings remain, I'll take responsibility.
She remembers his words.
Not knowing his own future.
Just promising responsibility.
What about Cornus then?
Driving women mad like that—he must have others hidden.
Even if polygamy's legal...
A man's desires aren't that small.
"...Grk."
Lee Si-heon tossed his head as if choking in sleep.
Marronier crawled atop his stomach and stole his lips.
-Smack.
Sweet.
Or so it felt.
'Just one more...'
-Smack.
She licked his lower lip.
Slipping her tongue into the slight gap, she licked his teeth.
Her hands caressed his cheeks.
The face she'd memorized last night.
-Smack.
Deep sleeper—no sign of waking.
Still time.
Marronier thrust her tongue deep into Lee Si-heon's mouth.
His scent filled her breath.
'...Good.'
-Slurrp.
'So good...'
-Slp. Slrp. Sslurp. Smmack.
'Good......'
The face that expressed "lovely" best.
A blank face once, now fully captive.
Pressing atop Lee Si-heon, Marronier hugged his face, enveloping the man with her perky breasts.
Small, but enough for one man.
Just a bit more like this.
As she thought she must hold this man.
A presence stirred right behind her.
"Blanche?"