Chapter 83
Chapter 83
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 83
Chapter Title: Catnip POWEEEEEEERRRRRRR!
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“Nyaaang!
Nyaaah!
Save me, save me!
Sion!
Nyaaang!”
“Hey, I told you to tell me where it hurts, damn it!”
Realizing it was the quiet dead of night around them, Sion quickly clamped a hand over Winnie’s mouth, forcing her lips shut.
Luckily, the carriage had some soundproofing, so the guards probably just thought their master was playing with his cat like yesterday.
‘Thanks, Viscount Konean!
You rock, you bastard!’
He had no idea why the hell the carriage had soundproofing, but he was grateful for it.
He’d just rescued this beastkin slave, and he didn’t need it looking like animal abuse.
“Nyaow!
Nyaaooow!”
“Hey, be quiet, please!
I’m a mana quick-shot; I can’t even cast Silence!”
Winnie squirmed and demanded he let go of her arm.
Sion released her mouth cautiously, and she grimaced in agony but circulated her mana, formed hand seals with trembling fingers, and somehow managed to complete the Silence spell.
“Hahk, haa…!
I-is that good now?
P-please, save me.
I-I’m dying…”
“You goddamn fatty!
You have to tell me where it hurts!
Are you hurt?
Or do you have some chronic condition?
Or…”
“I-I don’t know.
Nyaa.
I don’t know, but my body’s so hot, burning up…
Haaah…”
Her body was hot?
Fever? A cold? Something like that?
Sion placed a hand on her forehead just in case.
‘…It’s warm, sure, but not scorching enough to make her writhe like this.’
It wasn’t a raging fever—just a bit flushed.
No cold sweat, no paling face, just rosy cheeks.
Sion was going insane with frustration, dying to know what the hell was wrong.
“Nyaaaang… Aaaah…”
Meanwhile, Winnie went limp like she couldn’t take it anymore, barely breathing in shallow gasps.
Occasional spasms made it look serious, so he was about to dash out and fetch Lily or Lucia for advice when—
Clunk.
Winnie grabbed his hand, stopping him dead.
“D-don’t go.”
“What the hell are you saying, you idiot!
You’re hurting!
I don’t know your race or diseases!
I’ll go get someone who does…”
“I’m scared.
Don’t leave me alone.
Stay, just stay here.
Please…”
Her desperate plea left him stuck.
Normally, he’d bolt and alert everyone, but brushing her off now felt wrong.
“J-just hold me.
Don’t go… hold me… nyaaah…”
“Fine, fine.
Just don’t die.
Please!
Don’t die!”
Who’s gonna clean up the body if you do!
Damn it!
Grumbling, Sion plopped back down beside her.
Winnie clutched his hand tighter, her breaths ragged.
Her claws dug in, drawing blood, but he ignored it, just watching the gasping girl.
“Talk properly.
Where and how does it hurt?”
“…Hng, haaang.
W-well…”
“Well what?
Spit it out!
Want me to leave again?”
“M-my chest…”
“Your chest what!”
“It hurts so much.
Hot… itchy, then flames surge up…”
Heart? Lungs?
Sion’s medical knowledge sucked, leaving him clueless.
How the hell was he supposed to calm her? He racked his brain.
Then Winnie’s next words short-circuited his.
“Benefactor, my benefactor.
And… here too.”
“Hm?”
She pointed between her thighs, rubbing them frantically.
No way, he thought, staring. She kept twisting her legs.
“Itchy, hot, gonna burst.
Aaaah… Sion, Sion.
Why’s this happening…?
Am I dying…?”
Fuck.
No way, right?
It can’t be.
Why now?
Sion clutched his forehead, biting his lip, but it screamed ‘heat’.
She’d been fine minutes ago, now burning up, rubbing her thighs, chest aching.
‘Sudden heat season, what the fuck!’
Heat—nothing else explained it.
If it were real pain, she wouldn’t block his help.
It wasn’t pain, not normal either, so she clung to her savior.
‘But still!
Heat!
Fuck!
Total nightmare!’
Winnie wasn’t human—she was a cat beastkin.
Half-human, half-cat, but animal instincts dominated.
For them, heat meant ‘I’m ready for babies!
Come and get it, studs!’
One shot, and boom—pregnancy.
‘I’m not ready for kids!
I’m barely surviving myself!’
Stay longer, and this horny cat would pounce, riding him.
Her eyes glazed over, pupils dilating, yet she kept nuzzling closer!
“Nyaah… Nyaaaaang…”
Reason fled to Andromeda; instinct drove her to any male nearby.
She’d claimed his lap, rubbing her cheek on his chest, mewling erotically.
Sion cursed ‘fuck!’ nonstop, dodging around the carriage.
Accepting her now? Instant cat wife and kittens.
Eject outside? Her shameful state exposed to all—traumatic for her.
She missed him again, curling on the seat, groping her chest, panting roughly, then slipping a hand into her pants.
No male relief? Handle it herself.
“Stop!”
Sion snatched her arms.
She stared blankly, golden eyes hazy: What’re you waiting for? Hug me!
‘Touching a delirious girl? Or just comforting? Both no.
You’re a cat, so I’ll humor you.
Fatass!’
Gulping, he sat her on his lap.
Near-adult, felt like a fresh teen on him.
‘Big bro Podori.
I’m innocent.’
She gazed blankly. What now? He answered with action.
“Aaah… Nyaaah…”
He massaged her swollen, heat-firm breasts.
Slow, gentle, like a massage.
Her ragged breaths steadied a bit.
Is this okay? he wondered, but prioritized action, lifting her leather top.
A soft jiggle—cat girl, woman’s breasts shyly revealed.
Moonlight made the twin orbs gleam dazzlingly.
‘…Prettier than Lily’s.’
Lily would’ve raged at that nonsense.
Sion shook it off—Winnie’s were perfect, proud and seductive.
“…Nyaa.”
Sensing it instinctively, she bit her top’s hem, lifting it without prompting.
Perfect access.
Did she fake it to tease? Nah—sane, she’d claw him.
Gulp.
Biting fabric, top hiked, pale mounds with pink peaks—Sion swallowed.
Lily was ‘Succubus Queen’ from start; Lucia, Risikida too—prepared mentally.
Winnie? Cute kitten till now.
Sudden bombshell beauty hit raw, brain exploding.
‘And that amazing scent.’
Perfume? Fruit? Indefinable.
But it made his dick twitch harder.
‘Calm down, Dolly.
Do it now, and you’re fathering kittens.’
Forcing sage mode, he exhaled.
She pleaded with desperate eyes; killer tits jiggled close; intoxicating scent assaulted.
Backing off? Admit eunuch status.
Sion prided three edges over Kim Yuhyun: pretty face, mouth, not pushing girls away.
‘Yuhyun meant nothing to her—no guilt like Lucia.
Pet our kitty freely!’
Only one way to soothe beastkin heat.
Max relief without penetration.
He gripped her breast firmly.
She squealed in his arms.
“Nyaaah!
Haaang!”
Voice so sultry, it entranced.
Heat power?
Murmuring, he kneaded gently.
“Haaah, nyaaaaang.
Hnggg!”
None reacted like this—not Lucia, Risikida, Lily.
Just tits, and she moaned wetly, sugary breaths—heat made her irresistible.
‘Fuck, this is intense.’
Warning himself, hands slid inward from edges.
Tweaked the pink peak.
“Haaak!
Ny-nyaaaaang!
Aaaah!”
Scream like she’d cum—pure ecstasy.
Fingers teased; hips writhed wildly.
Tits alone gave visual, audio, even olfactory bliss—beastkin heat body.
His raging dick screamed use me; Sion yelled internally, ‘Fuck! Forced sage mode!’
Survival-first him saw kids as distant.
He groped her drug-like tits awhile.
Unreal softness, sweet scent piercing nose, sultry moans delighting ears.
True trinity?
Focused on them—
“Nyaaang.
Nyaa…
Sion…
Sion…”
Winnie gazed pleadingly.
He looked: What?
“Other places too.
Not just there… cool the rest…”
She snatched his hand, dragging past breasts, belly—to her itchiest, hottest, most-desired spot.
“Quick, quick…
Nyaaaooong…”
Snap—reason frayed again; he barely held.
Full insertion? Easier.
Teasing cat knew, tormenting him?
‘Grrraaah!
You seductive cat!
Fuck!’
Tempted to thrust and make babies.