Chapter 97
Chapter 97
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 97
Chapter Title: If You Want Peace, Prepare for War
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“...”
Sion glanced at Winnie for a moment before turning his head back to stare out the window.
The time right now?
Still the bright light of midday, with the sun blazing overhead.
Not evening, and definitely not night.
Whether it was the influence of the original owner of this body, Sion Klauzen, or the awakening of some dark, dormant instinct within him, Sion had shown considerable prowess in his dealings with women.
But even he couldn’t help feeling something was off about jumping into bed together in broad daylight like this.
“Winnie.
If this is some kind of joke, I’m begging you, please stop.
My head’s killing me right now?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?
What kind of woman would joke about something like this!
Nyaaong!”
Yeah, damn it.
The problem was, he knew it wasn’t a joke.
Sion pressed his temples as if his head truly ached, staring at Winnie, who was baring her teeth and hissing with feigned anger.
Was it because she didn’t feel like a woman to him that he was reacting this way?
No chance in hell.
Ever since that catnip incident, Winnie had blossomed into the full, ripe allure of womanhood.
Her face still held a hint of girlish innocence, but below that was a lush, sensual figure.
Like one of those trendy “bagel girls” from a while back—cute face, killer curves.
So why was Sion keep pulling back?
It was like adopting a pretty cat you planned to pamper, only for it to suddenly transform into a human and climb on top of you while napping on your chest.
‘No, I was fine just being the butler!’
Winnie’s heat had been so intense that he’d been tempted for a moment.
But deep down, his honest feelings leaned more toward seeing her as a “stray cat he’d picked up from the street” or a “bridge to the beastkin,” with zero plans for kids anytime soon.
‘...This is driving me crazy.’
Still, what kind of lunatic could smoothly resist when a woman like that threw herself at him defenselessly, arms open, begging to be held—in front of a guy with fully functional equipment?
Sion wasn’t some ascetic monk from a novel or a man who could bend his desires to his iron will.
Hell, he was more the type—like Kim Yoo-hyun at a ready feast—to just flip the table and dig in without regrets.
“Uuu...”
Seeing no reaction from Sion, Winnie shrank into herself, mortified by her own words, looking ready to bolt to some corner the moment a chance arose.
That was when Sion finally turned his body slightly to face her.
The catgirl quickly whipped her head away, avoiding his gaze out of embarrassment.
Her tail, though, swished wildly, betraying how thrilling she found the situation.
“If you’re doing this to uphold some catfolk custom, or to repay a debt to your benefactor as clan princess, I’d really rather pass?”
“Uu...”
“Any other reason?
Why bring up something as embarrassing as mating with me, of all things?”
Winnie fidgeted, at a complete loss.
She had to answer, but her lips wouldn’t part.
The man beside her stared intently, demanding a reply, while her stupid heart pounded like mad, leaving her breathless.
After agonizing, she blurted out in a shrill voice without thinking.
“N-No!
None!
I-It’s just... to follow custom!
T-To repay your kindness!
Why!
Nyaaong!”
Got a problem with that?
Huh?
Huh?
She flailed her hands like a brat who’d caused all kinds of mischief, then lashed out at the scolding—“Why pick on me!”—just like a pissed-off cat.
A stunned “Ha?” escaped Sion’s lips.
Winnie flinched, curling up tighter and whimpering “Uuu.”
This wasn’t what she’d meant to say.
Not at all.
“W-Wait.
Sion.
I mean... that’s not...”
“No can do.
This won’t work.”
“Huh?”
“I’ve been wondering how to handle this seductive little cat since last time.”
“Eh?
Wha—?
Nyaaaooong!”
Sion suddenly flipped her onto the bed, and Winnie flailed, letting out a cry.
But as she locked eyes with the man looming over her, she clamped her mouth shut unconsciously, just swallowing hard and staring up at him.
“N-Nyaaong...”
“Last chance.
No other reason? Really?”
Winnie tried to shake her head no, but the words that tumbled out were the opposite of her true feelings.
“N-No... there isn’t.”
“Yeah?”
This damn mouth of mine!
Why do you keep doing this?
I didn’t mean to say that!
Winnie squeezed her eyes shut, berating herself, but the water was spilled, the arrow loosed.
“No helping it, then.
Time for some proper discipline for this cheeky fluffball.”
“D-Don’t use that word, I told you— Hnya!”
A scorching sensation from her chest drew a moan from Winnie.
Sion’s hands gripped her breasts firmly, kneading them roughly as if trying to squeeze them flat.
“Nyaang!
It hurts!
Too hard!”
“Then beg me.
Ask me to go easy.”
“W-What?”
Winnie blinked up at Sion.
His commanding tone sparked defiance instead; she turned her head away with a huff, as if to say, ‘It’s not that bad, do whatever!’
‘Well, now.’
One moment melting with seductive eyes and voice, now playing hard to get?
Sion, convinced she needed discipline, pulled one hand from her breast and reached into his pocket.
He uncorked a vial, pinched a bit of powder, and sprinkled it lightly toward her face.
“Nyaang!
W-What are you doing!”
“Stay still.
You’ll find out soon enough.”
A tiny amount, like salting a dish.
But moments later, the reaction hit fast and fierce—impossible for such a pinch.
“Huaang?
N-Nyaaang!
Uuuut!”
Winnie’s eyes went wide as she writhed lightly, her face flushing red.
Not as intense as her sudden heat in the carriage, but anyone could see she was burning up now.
“W-What is this.
Nyung!
M-My body feels weird again.
H-Hot!”
“Quit exaggerating.
Not as bad as last time, right?”
“Even if it’s not that much, it’s still...
W-Wait.
Is this... you, Sion?”
“That time wasn’t me.
Why would I force a catfolk into heat? I’m not crazy.”
“Uuht!
Nyaang!
Nyaaaaang!”
“But this time, I just lit a little spark.”
Sion dipped his face down, locking eyes with her.
Close enough to feel each other’s breath, see the fine hairs on skin.
Winnie froze, staring blankly at his face.
“I don’t usually bully people.
But with you, fluffball, I kinda want to tease just a bit.”
“Uuht?”
“Let’s do it.
Mating.
But my way, not yours.”
“W-Wait.
Hold on!
Sion, just wait a sec— Hiiik!”
Her body shuddered and stiffened.
Sion had lowered his head to her chest, deliberately letting saliva drip onto the most prominent spot—the ripe pink fruit.
“Haaaaah!”
Not full heat, but her sensitized, aroused body flinched at the unfamiliar liquid, Winnie squirming in weak protest.
From atop her, though, it just looked like a woman’s coquettish plea for more.
“Last time, we stopped at just touching, right?”
“Huuuu?”
“This time, I’ll go harder.
Brace yourself.”
“W-What do you mean brace— ”
Winnie’s words cut off.
Something slick, soft, squishy, and wet glided over her nipple.
“Hunya!”
A dizzying sensation that nearly blacked her out.
Then she got it—what he meant by “brace.”
Hold onto your sanity.
‘Auuuu!
W-What the hell is this!
What?!’
Winnie flailed her arms in confusion.
Sion caught her hand gently and kept laving her breasts.
“Nyaauuung!
Haak!
Haaaaak!”
Lick, then suck hard, even a light nip.
To a catgirl already fired up by catnip, it crashed over her like overwhelming ecstasy threatening to shatter her mind.
Pre-heat, her nipples extra sensitive—and Sion, spotting it, tormented them relentlessly.
“Haaang!
Huuuuu!
Auuuu!
S-Sion!
Th-This is weird!
So weird!
Nyaaaaaooong!”
She screamed, but Sion ignored it.
This was the mating she wanted—and the discipline he craved.
His conquest burned: make this dishonest cat wail in his arms.
After ravaging her chest plenty, Sion eyed a more sensitive spot promising funnier reactions.
To distract her, he kept kneading her breasts with his hands while slowly tugging down her pants.
“Hueung!
Haung!
Nyaaong, nyaaaoong!
S-So weird!
Weird!”
As her bottoms slid off, a wave of hot air whooshed out.
Between her thighs, not just pooling—dripping steadily.
‘That was close.
Any more, and she’d have gone into full heat.’
If heat hit, she’d have pounced him instead—seducing for more, not blushing like this.
Swoosh—
Sion slid his hands down, parting her thighs with both.
Realizing he was targeting her core, Winnie cried out desperately.
“W-What are you doing!
Not there, not there!”
“What’s it look like?
Mating, obviously.”
“A-Ah?”
“You didn’t suggest it without knowing what mating really entails, did you?”
No reply.
Just the bagel girl, face crimson, dodging his gaze in bewilderment.
‘For real...
This idiot fluffball.’
Made sense—still subadult, first heat; no way she knew the details.
No top-tier sex ed like in Korea’s schools on this continent.
Most just figured age and time would sort it out.
“Your cluelessness is making my chest swell with pity, girl.”
“N-Not clueless!
Bad...
I-I just heard it’s what men and women do...”
“So you didn’t know how it’s done?”
“Uuung...
They said instinct kicks in once you mature...”
Guess time really did teach it.
Though Winnie was getting a head start now.
“Then I’ll teach you ahead of time.”
“Uuung?”
“About mating.
The way it’s done.”
“W-What does that have to do with rubbing your face on territory-marking spots— Hunya?
Hkyaaaak!”
Something wet and slick dragged between her thighs.
The vertigo-inducing intensity nearly made her lose it again; she barely clung on.
“Huh, huk!
Nyaaang!
W-What is this!
What the hell!”
“Feels good, huh?”
“D-Don’t know.
Never...
F-Feels good or whatever— Haaaaah!”
His tongue blatantly licked her secret folds again.
This time, bottom to top, deliberately grazing her clit.
The tiny, erect nub met soft tongue; Winnie gasped raggedly, on the verge of passing out.
“Hak!
Hik!
Huhuk!”
Sion waited till she calmed a bit.
Push too hard, and this cute cat might faint.
“Hic, huu.
Haa, haa...”
Her breathing steadied; Sion pressed his lips back.
He flicked his tongue out, gently lapping the slit’s edges.
“Nyaaang!
Hik!
Hak!
Nyaaaaaooong!”
Mad love juices gushed from the cleft; her body grew frantic.
Desperate to cling to something but couldn’t—terror and tremors.
Sion reached up, catching her wandering hand on the bed.
She seized it like a lifeline, gripping till it hurt.
Slurp, slurp—
His tongue delved boldly into her folds.
Her trembling body locked rigid at some point, then after a beat, the catgirl’s anguished moan erupted.
“Hieung!
Hawuk!
Huu, huu!
N-Nyaaaaaaaang!”
When Sion pulled back, her thighs glistened, slick with her juices and his saliva.
As the catgirl panted, lowering her arched body, the lecherous butler chuckled.
“We haven’t even started the discipline yet, fluffball.”
Just as he said—and as she’d wanted.
The mating hadn’t truly begun.