17. The Pool of Semen Collected in Her Hand
The pool of semen collected in her hand. The scent wafting from it, the smell—it paralyzed her reason even more fiercely. What was this aroma? What kind of fragrance could tempt her like this? But there was no time for such contemplation. She clenched her fingers tight to keep the gathered essence from spilling, but Regina's small hand wasn't large enough, and the semen trickled down the sides of her palm.
It was a shame, watching it drip to the floor. Yet there was still plenty left—its quantity generous, its viscosity strong. But bit by bit, drop by drop, it dwindled away.
"U, ua…."
Nyaaoow….
Not the cry of a proud black panther beastkin. More like the mewl of some alley cat in heat. If there was any mercy, it was that her torn vocal cords garbled the sound beyond recognition—no one could make out what she was saying.
Regina, lost to her heat like a feral she-cat, buried her nose in it without thinking.
"Uuaaang…."
Nyaaaaooow….
Sniff—sniff—.
The thick semen scent flooded her nasal passages. Liquid seeped in too, stinging her nose, but she didn't care.
Good, so good, goooood, gooooood!
The aroma grew even denser. As if that weren't enough, Regina began smearing the semen from her hand across her entire face. Her near-black, deep brown skin turned ghostly white, slick with it, like the semen itself had painted her.
Ian watched from the side, his face a mask of bewilderment.
"…Uh, um."
Regina washing her face with his semen, of all things. His voice was awkward, laced with confusion—why was she going this far with his cum?
But soon enough…
Ian glanced down at his cock, rock-hard again from her lewd display, and muttered, whatever, who cares, shrugging it off. Then, in a sly undertone, he called to the semen-drunk Regina.
"Hey, Regina."
"Uaaang…?"
She tilted her head, eyes glazed, her face a total mess of cum. It almost looked like one of those old Xstagram filter pics from his world—the sparkly ones that made anyone look hot. Regina was pretty enough already, so with all that "makeup," she fit right in. A feline beauty, different from Cheong-ah or Bella.
Well, panther's a cat, right?
But her expression? Total freakshow. Or rather, pure horniness. Perfect ahegao: tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back. Just from the smell of cum.
She's still hot, though—even like this, it's turning me on like crazy.
His dick had no intention of going down. Ian swallowed hard and said,
"…Wanna do dick again?"
Regina cocked her head at the question. Then she stared blankly at Ian's thick, long cock—fully erect once more, smeared in cum—and nodded.
"Uang…."
She even smiled, looking somehow blissful.
§
The next morning, sunlight pierced the windows, rousing me from exhausted sleep. No matter how late I crashed, how little I slept, or how beat my body was—it was ingrained now. Sun up, eyes open. A survival instinct scarred into me from my bottom-rung adventurer days, and even after meeting Cheong-ah.
"Haaah… yawn…."
My eyes ached faintly, head throbbed. Did I crash too late…?
Yeah, I'd jerked off till dawn, squeezing out every last drop. No holding back, so yeah, a good five times? My stamina and endless libido kept me from actual fatigue, but skimping on sleep left my eyes and skull complaining.
"Uung…."
A soft nasal hum. Beside me, Regina slept facing my way. Dried white flakes crusted her face—my cum, obviously. Remnants of our dawn debauchery. More flecked her exposed skin everywhere.
Gazing at her sleeping form, I felt a faint thrill at marking some stranger with my seed… but guilt twisted in too.
I'm insane….
Images of Cheong-ah, Bella, Dina's matured faces flashed by. Well, Dina and I aren't there yet, but still.
With them around, what the hell was I doing? Again? Not full sex, sure, but at dawn I saw Regina, got horny as fuck, and basically seduced her first. "Do dick again?" What the shit, you lunatic? Was this cheating? Had to be.
"…Fuck it, who knows."
I was about to flop back down when—
"Hm?"
Beyond sleeping Regina, I spotted Jubi. Something was off. She's not breathing…?
Even deep sleepers breathe—you hear it, chest rises and falls. But Jubi? Nothing. Like a damn corpse….
I couldn't help reaching past Regina.
"Hey, Jubi?"
We'd only met yesterday, swapped a few words—barely acquaintances—but sharing a bed? If something happened, it'd bug me.
As I went to nudge her—
Smack.
A hand shot out, grabbing and blocking mine.
"Ung."
Regina had cracked one eye, staring at me.
"Oh, Regina… you're up?"
"…Ua?"
"Huh? What?"
"Hoo…."
A small sigh at my confusion. She shoved me away from Jubi, bolted upright, and launched into a flurry of gestures to explain.
Whoosh—whoosh.
Expressive, but not over-the-top or noisy. Precise, conveying exactly what she meant. I got it quick.
"Don't touch Jubi while she's sleeping?"
Nod nod.
"But she looks totally still, like not even breathing—that's weird…."
Shake shake. Whoosh.
"Oh, that's just how Jubi is? Super quiet sleeper? Hm."
Quiet was one thing, but corpse-still? I had doubts, but Regina insisted, so I let it go. She knew better than me, right?
"If you say so, then fine. Got it."
I nodded, and her blank face dipped in agreement before she lay back down—this time hugging Jubi, eyes closing, facing away.
"…Uh, okay."
I started to say something, gave up, and slipped out of bed. Regina peeked back.
"Ua?"
"Bathroom. Gotta wash up."
"…Uung."
"Not running off—just lie there a sec."
She pondered, then nodded and sank into the pillow.
Had last night's dawn antics built some trust? Made sense….
…Yeah, right.
It lasted all of five seconds. Regina stuck to me like glue, watching my every move. Even now, at breakfast.
"Hey, Regina…."
"Ah?"
"Eat properly, okay?"
Why hover like this over food?
"Ua."
"…Tch, fine. Do whatever."
She shook her head firmly—no dice—so I sighed and glanced ahead.
Jubi sat eating beside a new face: a maid wiping the girl's mouth. Bright golden blonde, but hazy vibe. Something off-putting about her. Name: Carol. She'd introduced herself as Jubi's caretaker, assigned by the lord before Regina left the castle.
"Something wrong?"
Carol tilted her head as I stared at Jubi.
"No, nothing. All good."
Jubi had looked like a corpse earlier. Regina said ignore it, so I tried—but it nagged. Kid tugged at the nerves more, maybe? Still weird. And Carol felt shadier. Her aura… nah.
Judging by looks alone? Nah, that's unfair. I wasn't mana-sensitive or anything. Probably imagined it.
"Ua?"
"Yeah, yeah. Eating. You eat."
I shoved down the creeping unease and focused on breakfast.