Chapter 98
Chapter 98
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 98
Chapter Title: If You Want Peace, Prepare for War
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Her cat ears, perked up at every sound from Sion, twitched this way and that.
Her eyes, filled with anxiety, tension, a touch of anticipation, and curiosity, sparkled like shards of jewels catching the sunlight.
“Ughhh…”
She was trying her best to hide it, but the fangs peeking between her lips made it painfully clear just how tense she was.
Sion let out a soft chuckle and deliberately rubbed the tip of his manhood against her slick folds.
“Eep?”
If her tongue had been wet, soft, and pliant just moments ago, this was the complete opposite.
It was hot, hard, and above all, he could feel the faint pulse of veins throbbing beneath the skin.
As Winnie startled and tried to sit up, Sion pinned her down with the weight of his body.
Of course, if she put up a real fight, a catkin—who could wield even a speck of mana—could easily kick aside a human man like him and turn the tables.
But in a situation like this, reacting on pure instinct without any real intent? It was just an adorable little tantrum.
Nothing more than that.
“Nyaowww… H-hot… It’s too hot… What is this?”
“I’m getting ready to go inside you. That’s what mating is, right? The female and male becoming one, just for that moment.”
“I don’t know, I don’t know… I don’t know about that stuff…”
“You were clinging to me like you knew everything during your heat.”
“That—that was!”
As Winnie opened her mouth again in this heated atmosphere, Sion silenced her by nudging the tip against her entrance.
“Nyaang?”
A completely foreign sensation she’d never felt before.
Terrified, Winnie flailed about, not knowing what to do.
She’d been so haughty just moments ago, but now cornered, she was utterly frightened, mewling pitifully without a clue how to proceed.
“Hey, Winnie. Just in case…”
“Hm?”
“Don’t dig your claws into me when you hug me. You might actually kill me.”
“W-what are you saying… Hiiiik!”
As Sion began to ease himself in slowly, Winnie’s eyes went wide, and she thrashed in panic.
A pain like being torn in two, an alien intrusion she’d never endured.
And there, atop her, was the male who was her benefactor, her mate, the source of emotions too complex to name: Sion Klaussen.
“Nyaan! I-it hurts! Hic! It hurts so much! Hurts, hurts! Hurrrts! Nyaaaaang!”
Winnie’s insides were narrower and tighter than expected.
He’d thought the flood of her arousal would be enough, but apparently not.
Sion groaned and halted his hips.
Then he began to soothe the terrified woman, who was tensing up and wriggling beneath him.
“Winnie.”
“Nyaong! Nyaaang! Hurts, hurts!”
“Winnie Portable.”
“Hic! T-take it out… It hurts too much… Hic, hurts…”
“Tekeolluk.”
The woman, who hadn’t responded to her name, finally cracked her eyes open at the absurd word.
Sion nearly burst out laughing at the ridiculousness amid the tension, but he suppressed it, pulling the catgirl beneath him into an embrace and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
“Hnng…”
Her lips, which had been screaming in agony moments before, parted to reveal scorching heat.
As he soothed her with soft strokes of his tongue—as if to say calm down, it’s okay now—and gently petted her head, her trembling body visibly relaxed.
Just like a frightened cat in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by strangers, spotting its owner and rushing into their arms.
“Nyawoong…”
She mewled pitifully, like a lost kitten searching for its mother.
Sion had never seen this side of her while holding Lily, Reshika, or Lucia, and a faint pang of conscience stirred in him.
‘Did I go in too hard?’
Of course, it was only as much conscience as Sion Klaussen could muster—like the bastard he was.
“Si-Sion.”
“Yeah?”
“M-mating… D-does it always hurt this much? A-am I the only one in pain? It feels like I’m being split apart…”
“That’s normal. So, what happens after mating, Winnie?”
“…You become mommy and daddy.”
“Right. That road’s not supposed to be easy. That’s why it hurts.”
“Then… does it hurt you too, Sion?”
The unexpected question gave Sion pause. What should he say?
If he said no, would this catgirl sulk? Thinking he was the only one feeling pain?
But Sion didn’t want to lie, not even here.
He’d used a bit of catnip, sure, but Winnie could have pushed him away anytime—yet she’d only put up that cute resistance before yielding to him.
If that was her true heart, he had no need to hide or pretend.
“My body doesn’t hurt, but my heart does a little.”
“Why…?”
“Because you seem to be in so much pain. Honestly, it’s not comfortable for me.”
He wasn’t some pervert; it was natural to feel uneasy seeing the woman beneath him suffer.
As Sion plainly stated his feelings and stroked her cheek, the catgirl averted her gaze. Moments later, a purring rumble started in her throat.
The classic cat purr, that unique sound they make when content.
Purrr, prrr purr—
“Tekeolluk.”
“D-don’t call me that…”
“But I want to.”
“…Is that the new name you’ll call me from now on?”
Come to think of it, she’d said something similar before.
She’d asked, if she had no name, what would you call me, Sion?
Sion clearly remembered what happened in the carriage.
“Winnie. Why do you keep asking that?”
“Nyaong?”
“About names. In the carriage, and now here.”
“…”
“Is it some catkin custom?”
He’d thrown it out as a casual guess, but Winnie’s expression shifted oddly.
As Sion gave her a ‘no way’ look, she nodded cautiously.
“For us catkin… when we find a mate and bond, and by chance that mate is our benefactor, the indebted one receives a new name. It’s a promise to give half our life to our benefactor—you.”
“…So that’s why you kept harping on names since the carriage?”
“B-back then, I was out of it from heat. My body was acting on instinct, thinking it was time to mate. I didn’t mean to say it… but now…”
Now we’re mating.
Winnie mumbled it, her face flushing crimson as she turned her head away.
“A name, huh.”
Sion pondered briefly before asking, just to be sure.
“What if I don’t give you one? Is that a big deal?”
“No, not at all. You can call me by my original name if you want. It’s up to the benefactor, not the other way around.”
“Then I want to keep calling you Winnie.”
“B-but most people give a special name. It’s a unique bond between the two, a way to show a relationship different from anyone else’s.”
So, make one up or not? His head was starting to ache.
Suddenly, he was on cat-naming duty. This was too tough a homework assignment.
‘Just finish what we started first.’
Judging that Winnie had fully calmed, Sion resumed moving his hips.
Feeling the intrusion slide back in slowly, she let out a deflating “Hic?” but showed none of the intense agony from before.
“Hak! Ahng! N-nyaong!”
Instead, she let out aroused moans, her cries somehow sounding sweeter.
Had her body adapted in that short time? Or was it the catnip?
Or had her catkin instincts shifted her body to accept mating?
He couldn’t say.
But one thing was clear: no need to stop again.
The thin barrier gave way easily with a bit of pressure.
Her sticky, gripping walls clenched around him with a wet, sucking embrace, forcing Sion to suck in a sharp “Hoo!” breath.
“Nnng…! Hiiiik!”
“Doesn’t hurt anymore?”
“I-it does… B-but… I don’t want you hurting, Si-Sion. So…”
She seemed to decide to endure because if she hurt, her benefactor—her mate—would hurt too.
Without him even asking, she steadied her breathing, relaxed her body, and even sucked him in deeper, welcoming him inside.
‘Wild race through and through.’
If Lily’s body used technique to melt a man before he even entered…
Winnie’s just instinctively pulled him in, urging him to spill his seed for the next generation.
‘…What if she actually gets pregnant?’
Silly worry, honestly.
Excluding Winnie, he was already involved with three women.
No birth control pills like in Korea, no calculating safe days.
He’d just followed his desires, true to Sion Klaussen—sleeping with women whenever he wanted.
‘Marry late, no matter what.’
His father had said it once, after a scolding from Mom, over a drink.
He’d looked so dejected that Sion had instinctively replied, “Yes, Father.”
His dad had stared, then burst out laughing—kukukuku!
He’d refilled their glasses and handed one to Sion—then Geohun—saying,
‘But you know, Geohun-ah. Becoming a dad… it’s not so bad.’
Father and son had clinked glasses that night.
Recalling the memory, Sion slowly resumed his halted thrusts.
Slap, slap—
Wet flesh met flesh, producing a pleasing, rhythmic sound.
With each stroke of his hips, Winnie’s brows quivered, and pitiful moans blending pain and pleasure spilled from her lips.
“Hic! Haaa! Nyaaan! Yaong!”
A woman still unaccustomed to taking a man fully—everything foreign and new.
Yet desperate not to let go, she reached out frantic hands to pull Sion close.
But perhaps his position was too high.
Unable to wrap around his neck, Winnie settled for clumsily hugging his back, then suddenly—
Aang!
—bit down on the arm propping him up against the bed.
‘Yow!’
The sharp fangs triggered an instinctive revulsion, a primal sense of mortal threat.
He nearly shook her off, demanding what the hell, but watching closely, she was biting—not piercing flesh like prey, but playfully.
“Wung, ahng!”
Like a kitten gnawing on a toy or coquettishly nipping—just mouthing it.
It stung a bit now and then, but no blood would flow. Reassured, Sion refocused on his lower body.
“Nng! Ung! Hak! Yawoong! Nyaaan!”
As his movements grew rougher, she released his arm and resumed moaning.
Worried she might actually hurt him if she kept going, probably.
Clutching him tighter, Winnie stifled her endless moans and spoke.
“Sion. Sion. Name… name…”
“Hoo, hoo…”
“Give me a name. The new name only you can call me…”
Like a stray he’d brought home, begging for a name with coquettish mews.
Sion racked his brain at her sweet plea.
But no names came to mind, and her urging only distracted him.
‘She must have something in mind. What to call this cat…’
Then he remembered a stray he’d grown close to once.
One that rejected becoming a housecat but allowed his touch.
He’d named that one, so he borrowed from it for Winnie’s new name.
“If you insist, I was thinking ‘Lia.’ That okay? I like Winnie too. What do you think?”
“Do whatever you want, Sion… Hng… A-anyway, my benefactor is you, hng! My mate’s you too… Call me anything… Nyaaang…”
Now, the pain, embarrassment, and resistance—all gone.
Only a female cat left beneath him, clinging to her male, mewling sweetly and begging for more.
Her total surrender, handing herself over completely, strangely stoked his masculine urge to conquer.
Sion felt climax surging rapidly.
‘Haa. Lily’s gonna be pissed again.’
How to placate her this time? A deep dilemma.
“Nyaan, han! Haaa! Si-Sion. M-me!”
“Don’t hold back. I’m not either. Hoo!”
“Nnnng! Hic! Aang! Nyang! Hiiiing!”
They instinctively knew they’d reached their limits.
As she let out a long moan and he thrust harder than ever—
Their true mating finally reached its end.
“NyaAAAAAANG!”
With Winnie—no, Lia’s—long, drawn-out cry.
Her body went limp, and his collapsed atop her.
As man and woman caught their breath, sharing warmth, Lia spoke first.
“Um… Sion. Can I ask one thing?”
“Anything.”
“My new name… Lia… where’d you get that from?”
Ahem—
Sion nearly coughed inwardly.
Truth was, he’d named that stray.
Very much like Lia now: ‘Dia.’
But crucially, Dia wasn’t the full name.
The real name he’d given that seductive, clever, sometimes fierce tekeolluk.
The origin of both Lia and Dia was none other than…
‘…Diablo.’
No special reason—just sounded cool.
…If those two cats ever learned that, he’d have no grounds to complain about merciless kitty punches.