Chapter 22
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: The Difference Between a Wolf and a Bitch
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Yoo Narae staggered toward me.
Her heart-shaped pupils, clearly out of her mind at a glance, trembled faintly along with her beastly breaths.
The instant her gaze swept over me, a chill ran down my spine, cold sweat trickling slowly.
Then she climbed onto the chair where I was bound, moving like a cat—cautious yet unmistakably predatory, pouncing on her prey.
Her ample breasts pressed directly against my chest, her sweat-soaked underwear clinging thinly, transmitting her body heat in full.
"Haa... Master..."
Her low, drawn-out breath tickled my earlobe, and soon she parted her lips to nip lightly at my ear.
When the warm tip of her tongue brushed inside my ear, I instantly understood why people paid for ASMR.
The bitch in heat, clad only in underwear, desperately rubbed her body against my bound knees.
A subtle tremor came from the inside of her thighs, and with each motion, my pants grew steadily damper.
I couldn't tell if it was sweat or something else.
Meanwhile, beyond her, Jeon Suji was grinning brightly, camera in hand.
Each time the shutter clicked, the helplessness of being tied up and unable to do anything sank deeper into my skin.
"Yes! That's an order, Yoo Narae! Drag the counselor you trusted most... down into the abyss, by force, filthy as can be!"
Jeon Suji's voice wasn't so much a command as a slow, sticky incantation, her tongue burrowing deep into the ear.
In that moment, something invisible slithered down through the air.
A sweet yet suffocating scent, tickling the nose and spreading like poison through the mind—a magical allure.
As that power layered on once more, Narae's pupils rippled with pink waves.
Her dilated, heart-shaped eyes raked over me languidly.
First my lips.
Then my neckline.
And then, as if pretending to catch her breath, her gaze slowly slid even lower.
...Crunch.
It didn't hurt.
But like a beast marking its prey with "this is mine," she lightly bit down on the nape of my neck, locking her jaws.
The faint heat from between her teeth and the damp breath spreading over my skin tickled.
As if the magic and body heat seeping subtly into my flesh were conspiring to devour me whole.
If my hands were free right now, could I really have pushed her away?
This beast of a woman, clad only in underwear, curling into my embrace with such vivid warmth?
I knew what would happen the moment I crossed the line between doctor and patient.
But that boundary was blurring more and more with each bite mark overlapping on my neck.
And when her lips came within a breath of mine, I had to admit it.
'Ah, fuck... I'm just another guy with a dick after all.'
The reaction swelling deep in my lower body was no illusion.
...But that didn't mean I wanted this crumbling abandoned factory as my first-time stage. The thought alone made me want to puke.
So, looking at Narae—her eyes fully unfocused in heat...
No, more precisely, our perfectly fine bitch pretending to be...
I commanded lowly, as her master.
"Bitch. Are you fooling your master right now?"
"Kya?! W-what do you mean, woof...?"
"You've been fine from the start, you rascal."
"Uh... Huh?"
Her panting breaths against my chest cut off abruptly as she rested her chin there.
In that instant, her heart-glowing eyes wavered, and her ears drooped.
The hot heat that had been soaking her thighs like a beast in heat vanished, replaced by panic and cold sweat.
Her hips, grinding against my thigh, halted, then twitched back a step.
Her tail hung awkwardly, the red flush fading from her ears.
Like a pet dog caught red-handed, she carefully lifted her body from my knee, afraid even a fingertip brush would give her away.
Jeon Suji, who had been snapping photos nonstop, froze at the sight.
Her phone slowly lowered, her gaze fixed on us in disbelief.
"At first, even I wasn't sure. But when you mentioned the Minotaur earlier... I was certain."
Before Jeon Suji could ask why Narae— who hadn't fallen to the charm even after eating the horn—remained unaffected, I tossed out the answer.
"Our bitch said it herself just now. No matter how much Minotaur meat she eats, she won't end up with monsterphobia from your charm like you did."
"Ugh... You bastard! Why bring that up?! And what does that have to do with not falling for my charm!!"
"Simple."
I pulled Narae close—her ears drooping like a puppy scolded by its owner, pretending to be charmed and caught.
As I wrapped an arm around her waist in mock mercy, she wagged her tail as if waiting for it, rubbing her crotch against my thigh again.
And this was the definitive proof she hadn't been charmed.
"Narae... you've been in heat since back then."
"Heat? You mean... that thing only animals get?"
"Yes. She's been in a constant state of charm from the start. Layering more charm on top just overlaps, making it look like it has no effect."
That's right.
The root reason Narae needed psychiatric treatment, even feeling exhibitionistic urges.
It was her beastkin heat cycle.
Sexual impulses and pent-up frustration with no outlet.
Piled on top were human hatred and social withdrawal, her mind already shattered long ago.
What's one more incident atop the ruins?
"Hah, but... don't make me laugh. That was half a year ago. I've experienced it myself with your bitch once; wolf heat only comes once a year, briefly. You're not claiming she was in heat nonstop for half a year, are you?"
Jeon Suji's voice rose, as if trying to hide her desperation.
It wasn't a logical rebuttal of "that doesn't make sense"—more like a tantrum refusing to accept that all her poured magic, her full power charm, had been outdone by mere animal heat.
She was right, of course.
Wild wolves typically go into heat just once a year, early winter to March, lasting at most ten days or so.
But... our bitch was the exception.
Because, as her title suggests, Narae wasn't some ordinary "wolf"—she was a "bitch."
"Because Narae... is a beastkin who enjoys her heat."
"...Huh?"
"Think about it. For wild beasts, heat is just a biological clock for reproduction. Ever seen a wolf filming porn, whoring itself out, obsessing over sex all day?"
Jeon Suji's lips stiffened.
I slowly, deliberately lewdly, shifted my gaze to Narae.
"But our bitch is different. A wolf's body with a human brain. Plus the habits of this world's lustful 'females.' Conclusion? If the mood strikes, season be damned—her heat switches on unconsciously anytime."
Before I finished speaking, she clutched my thigh with both arms.
Then she slammed her crotch against it—thud, thud—like a dog humping a lamppost for lack of a mate, shaking her hips roughly back and forth.
From the gap in her slightly parted thighs, hot, damp heat seeped through the thin fabric.
Her tail swept the floor hard, her breaths escalating past panting into near-beastly mating cries.
Her eyes were completely unfocused, as if saying, "See, Master? This is just how I am," pushing her body even deeper.
"See? Would a mere fleeting charm work on a bitch like this? On one who goes naked outside every day, whining 'wooo~'—you think that horn would do anything?"
Jeon Suji was speechless for a long while.
Finally, she shoved her phone back into her pocket and slowly backed away.
Her bat wings fluttered anxiously. She was about to flee.
But.
"Bitch. Catch her."
"Woof woof!"
At my command, Narae's ears perked straight up.
The next instant, she coiled her hind legs and launched off the ground like a shadow slicing through the air.
Before Jeon Suji, retreating, could widen her eyes, Narae landed behind her and wrapped an arm around her neck, subduing her.
Then, throwing her full weight into it, she shoved her down and flipped her with her long legs hooked around Jeon Suji's waist.
In a flash, she had her belly-up, staring at the sky—wrists pinned to the floor with sharp claws, ankles fully locked by tail and legs.
From above, Narae bared her fangs slightly and growled low.
She was the picture of a wolf that had live-captured its prey.
"Jeon Suji, Hunter. Delete every photo and video on that phone right now, promise to keep today's events secret... and I might let you go."
"Fuck off! Even if you kill me, think I'll apologize to trash like you, Yoo Narae... and that master of yours, Kim Seungbin?!"
A-rank hunter stubbornness, perhaps.
That unyielding gaze, refusing to bend until death.
But we didn't have time to waste dragging this out in the abandoned factory.
I smiled crookedly and said,
"Jeon Suji, Hunter. You're called 'Monsterphobia' these days, right?"
"...?! W-what if I am...?"
"What if 'beastkin-loving beast-fucker' got tacked on?"
At my words, Narae smirked as if thinking, "That sounds fun," lifting the corner of her mouth.
Under the pinned Jeon Suji, it was like a cat toying with a mouse—not killing it outright, but batting it around with claws.
I pulled out my phone and turned on the camera.
"Bitch, until the polar bears go extinct... mind playing with this bat a bit?"
"Uh... Huh?"
"Grrr! Woof woof!"
Narae's low growl tickled Jeon Suji's ear.
I hit record and gave her one last chance.
"Jeon Suji, Hunter. I'll ask just once more."
Through the lens, her sweat-drenched, pinned expression came into sharp focus.
"Want to be our bitch's plaything during her two-month continuous heat, and have that video leaked to your guild? Or apologize now?"
"I-I'm sorry!!!"