Chapter 84
Chapter 84
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 84
Chapter Title: Catnip Power
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Catnip POWEEEEEEERRRRRRR!
*Tok—.*
“Haaah!
Nya!
Nyaaang!”
He’d only lightly brushed near her slit over her pants.
For any other woman, it would’ve been the kind of playful touch she’d laugh off with a “don’t tease.”
But Winnie’s reaction went far beyond anything he’d imagined.
Even Sion was so startled he pulled his hand away.
‘Whoa, for real.
Do stray cats in heat react like this?’
He’d seen it before: female cats in heat yowling like mad, males fighting tooth and claw in life-or-death cat punches to claim her.
But that was nothing compared to this insane situation unfolding right in front of him.
‘M-more than that, she felt soaked just now, didn’t she?’
Winnie wasn’t just in underwear—she had on perfectly intact pants of solid material—yet his fingertip had felt distinct wetness.
Just to check, he pressed again, a bit harder this time, and sure enough, a damp sensation touched his index finger.
“Hnngh... haaah!
Nyaaah!
Nyaaaang!”
Anyone watching would think he’d shoved two fingers in and was stirring wildly, the way this woman was carrying on!
Sion shouted that in his head, letting out a groan.
Sure, up to her chest had been just a taste, but if he went further, he didn’t care about himself—this cat was definitely going to lose it and pounce, eyes rolling back.
Ignoring it and settling for her chest alone? No way she’d let him off that easy.
‘...So what’s the smart play here, oh magical conch shell?
Should I stop touching, or is it right to pet this poor kitty plenty?’
If the magical conch shell really existed, it would’ve answered like this.
What’s the “good” or “right” thing? And besides, haven’t you little punk already decided the answer?
‘...You’re right, magical conch shell.
A real man doesn’t flip the table at a feast—he’s no eunuch!
Time to go all in!’
The deliberation was short, the decision quick, and Sion was no eunuch.
Hoo!
He exhaled sharply, grabbed the hem of her hot pants–style trousers, lifted her surprisingly light body just a bit, and peeled them off.
With a soft rustle of fabric against skin, a long silver thread stretched stickily from between her legs before snapping in the air with a *plink*.
*Shhhk—.*
“Haaaah... nyaaang...”
The way her pants hung loosely around her calves past her thighs was insanely provocative.
Sion felt the desire he’d barely held back surging wildly again.
‘Fuck.
East sea waters and Baekdu Mountain.
East sea waters and Baekdu Mountain!’
Belting out the national anthem to the fourth verse finally calmed him down.
With a sigh, Sion glanced at Winnie.
He’d thought maybe things had cooled a tad and they could stop here, but shattering his hopes, she was still panting wildly, rubbing her cheek against his chest like *please don’t hold back, do it now*.
Sion slid his hand down and gently stroked between her soaked slit.
The woman in his arms let out a choked *hic!* and shuddered violently.
Just one touch, and the pleasure rippling through her had sent her into a light orgasm, it seemed.
Proof: her nipples stood stiffly erect, and her pussy wasn’t just wet—it was drenched, love juices flowing enough to soak the carriage seat.
“Hey, hey.
You okay, Winnie?”
“Aaah, aaah!
More, more!
Why, why stop.
So hot, so hot!
Nyaaang!”
Apparently, Sion’s hesitant touch had been like pouring oil on her raging flames.
As she thrashed and wailed *meow, save me*, Sion nodded, slicked his palm with her juices, and began stroking her pussy softly.
“Nyaaang!
Eeeungh!
More, more!
Nyaaaaang!”
Her cries of ecstasy echoed everywhere as she writhed in pleasure.
If he hadn’t cast a barrier before she fully lost her mind, it would’ve turned into a total freakout party.
After stroking her pussy gently with his palm for a while, Sion decided to move to the next stage: quenching the fire.
“Ahng!”
He stopped the friction, brought his finger to her slit instead, and paused as if catching his breath.
Winnie whined, *why stop again, no more teasing*.
Sion brushed sweat-matted hair from her forehead with one hand, reassuring her, then rubbed her slit up and down with secretive strokes.
“Hk!
Hnnngh!
Nyahn!”
Unlike her quivering body, plump red lips spilled endless lewd moans.
Her usually sharp claws had retracted into ordinary girl hands, and with them, she gripped his wrist, begging for more.
“Sion.
Sion.
Sion...”
Hearing the cat desperately call his name, Sion looked down.
Fearing he might bolt, she wrapped her other arm around his neck, pulled him down, and pressed her lips to his.
Beastkin strictly forbade relations before adulthood, so this near-adult girl was experiencing everything for the first time—yet here she was boldly demanding a kiss. Sion wondered if it really was her first.
‘Still not smooth at it, though.
Good or bad, who knows.’
To Sion, Winnie’s kiss was just like an innocent girl on the cusp of womanhood coquettishly asking to be shown the way.
He smirked inwardly, flicked his tongue out to tap her lips, slipped inside, and toyed with hers at will.
She jolted in surprise but soon instinctively fought back, wrapping his tongue with hers and sucking softly.
*Swish, swish—.*
Meanwhile, his fingers rubbed her slit in steady rhythm, making her body lift upward.
Even as she trembled, she rolled her hips like she was in heaven, enough to shatter any man’s sanity right then.
‘Beastkin in heat are terrifying.
No wonder nobles crave beastkin slaves.’
Sion could somewhat understand Viscount Conean and his clients now.
Not that he had any intention of becoming like them.
Before advancing further, Sion paused the stimulation for a break.
He pulled his lips away too, and Winnie panted raggedly, her eyes regaining a faint spark of reason.
“Haa, haa.
Nyaaang...”
“Better now?”
“...Yeah.
Th-thank you.
You saved me again.”
“So we can stop here?”
“Th-that’s...”
Reason was back, but instinct still dominated far more.
The fire had only died down from his touching; give it time, and it’d flare fiercer, burning away what little sense remained.
“Scary.
Why, why am I like this...?
No heat before adulthood, and catfolk heat isn’t even at this time.”
“Then when?”
“When the moon’s highest... Ah!
Th-that’s a racial secret!”
“Too late.
Secret’s out—should I congratulate you?”
“Eeeungh!”
Furious at spilling her secret so casually, Winnie had no choice.
Words couldn’t be unsaid, and deep down, she felt this man—unlike others—might be trustworthy.
“And.”
*Tok tok—.*
He tapped her slit entrance lightly with his fingertip.
*Ready for this to go in?*
Winnie let out an “Ahh?” of dismay.
“The flames on your body haven’t fully died out yet.”
“Th-that’s...”
“Say you’re good, and I’ll stop.
I know messing with a cat in heat can lead to trouble—I don’t wanna go further.”
This was sincere.
No unplanned guy risks knocking her up in one go.
“Ugh, ugh...”
Winnie tensed, flustered.
Sion didn’t know, but beastkin had no heat before adulthood.
First heat hit right before, then periodically after.
‘Thought I had time before adulthood.
Why’s heat hitting now?’
Terrifying, embarrassing, pathetic.
She didn’t know why, but she’d gone into heat in front of him and begged.
‘But...’
It felt good.
Blissfully soaring.
Agony like burning alive until his touch—then flames melted away softly.
Followed by addictive ‘pleasure.’
“Si, Sion.”
“Yeah.
Winnie.”
“Um, hey.
Do, do you have... a name in mind?”
“...What?
No plans for kids.”
“N-not that!
Idiot!
Nyaaaaang!”
She flailed her arms in protest.
But Sion knew exactly how to subdue her now.
*Dare bare fangs at me?*
He slipped his fingertip just past her entrance, and Winnie *hnyaang!* moaned, shuddering again.
“Dominance is mine right now?
Cheeky kitty miss?”
“Hk!
Hnnngh!
Ch-cheap... nyaoong...”
Teasing the entrance softly, she thrashed like she’d cum any second.
Sion grinned like a villain.
“Don’t want cheap tricks? Answer my questions first, miss.
Why bring up names outta nowhere.
Not really asking for kid names?”
“N-no, not that.
J-just curious.”
“Curious about what?”
“...If I were nameless... and you, Sion named me... what you’d call me...”
Most out-of-left-field question ever.
Timing weird, content bizarre.
Sion sensed suspicion, but she wasn’t scheming—just a desperate kitty on his lap begging for an answer.
“Answer now?”
“No.
Later... Nyawoong...”
“Later then.
Not important now, right?
Kitty miss?”
Winnie nodded eagerly.
Truth was, she craved his finger moving deeper.
“But Winnie.”
“Yeah.”
“You sure it’s your first time?”
“What?”
“Just...
You’re so seductive, reacting so well.
Like you know men too damn much...”
Winnie’s tail shot up, and she yowled.
“H-how dare you say something so rude so casually?
Catfolk don’t mate with anyone before adulthood!
First heat’s right before!”
“Then what’s this?”
“I don’t know!
Adulthood’s far off.
S-sudden heat... ugh!”
She shook her head, clueless.
Sion suspected she misjudged her adulthood timeline—or something triggered it forcibly.
“Anyway.”
“Hah!”
“Answer me?
Kitty miss?
More, or stop?”
*Already fingering inside and stirring softly—what’s with the sass?*
That’s what Winnie wanted to scream.
But her melted body had no fight left.
Just nestle in his arms, take what she wanted, mewl cutely—instinct stronger than ever.
“...More.”
“Quiet.”
“Do it.
Keep doing it.”
“Posture’s off.
Say ‘please.’”
He stirred her insides softly again, and she *haak!* moaned, trembling.
Barely controlling her overheated body on the brink, she pleaded desperately.
“Please.
Please keep going.”
“End with nyawoong.”
Sion made so many demands.
Winnie had no choice but to obey.
“Please.
Please.
Ny- nyawoong...
Ny- nyaaawoooong?
Hnyaang!
Ahk!
Aaaaang!”
The instant her plea ended, Sion shook his hand roughly.
Wrist aching from the speed, Winnie screamed toward blackout, then crashed into searing pain and tidal pleasure, losing her mind.
“Ahng!
Hyaaaang!
G-good!
So, so good!
Nyaong!
Nyaoooong!
Sion, Siooooon!”
As her cries peaked, Sion stopped precisely.
“...Hk!
Aguk!
H-haaaang!”
First heat, first real climax for Winnie.
Love juices gushed like a flood from her slit, soaking her thighs, his hand, his clothes.
The aftershocks so intense, she slumped against him, limp.
Panting hotly, she instinctively sought his hand.
*Wrap my cooling body in your heat, please.*
Luckily, Sion understood, pulling her half-naked form into a light embrace.
“Si, Sion.
I, I...”
“Sleep.
I’ll protect you.”
“I should protect you...?”
“Just today, I got it.”
Stroking her hair, he finished, and Winnie nodded, drifting off in his warmth.
—
“What’s with him sleeping in like it’s no big deal?”
Lily grumbled heading to Sion’s carriage.
He usually rose with the knights and soldiers, but today he was still holed up inside.
“Hey, they say late sleepers are beauties, so why’re *you*—”
Flinging the door open and stepping in.
Lily froze at the utterly unexpected sight.
Sion asleep in one corner.
A catgirl clinging tightly atop him, breathing softly.
Problem: she was catfolk, near-nude.
“Haha.
Ahaha...”
*Snap—.*
Another vein mark bulged on Lily’s forehead.