The Predator Targeting a Predator, Haruna, Mother of Two
Having hurried ahead, Haruna was waiting for me, leaning against the hallway wall, as if she had remembered my request to let me wash first.
"Y-you're here. Go on and wash up quickly."
In truth, I could have easily used the bath in my own room, but I didn't bother telling her that. Haruna, whose only experience of bathing here was being dragged to the large communal bath by Tsuruka, assumed she could only wash after I was finished.
"Then, if you'll excuse me."
Thanks to Haruna arriving first, the hallway was thick with the scent of a female in heat. It had been a mere suspicion before, but the moment I flared my nostrils and took a breath, I became absolutely certain: the wet patches on the clothes she had soaked earlier were not just from sweat.
"I told you to get in there already...!"
Realizing I had caught her scent because of my blatant sniffing, Haruna's face flushed crimson as she snapped at me. Her tail stood stiffly erect, and her pupils narrowed to slits. Feeling a sudden chill, I hurried inside the bathroom.
"Phew..."
Tossing all my clothes into the neatly placed laundry basket, I grabbed a few bath items and stepped into the bathing area.
*Slide—*
Accompanied by the pleasant creak of the wooden door, I entered the spacious bath and slowly submerged myself in the warm water. Wondering about the mechanism that kept the water perpetually heated, I quietly dunked my head beneath the surface and lost myself in thought.
If I defeat Haruna, what wish should I make? Simply asking to sleep with her felt too mundane. Judging by her reactions, she was already physically on the verge of yielding to me, making that wish far too easy. Come to think of it, she said I should become the chief if I win. While staying in the village with Tsuruka and Eruka sounds nice, settling down in one place permanently isn't really my style.
"Phew..."
*Splash—*
As I lifted my head from the water, a wave spilled over the edge of the tub and splashed onto the floor. Watching the water slowly trickle toward the drain, I organized the news I needed to deliver to Sierra. Then, as my mind drifted to Haruna's lush, mature body, I suddenly found myself thinking of Rachel.
She was the monumental first woman I had truly claimed as my own, not just as a casual partner, but as a fully submissive female. She had mentioned settling down in some city whose name I couldn't even recall with the funds she had, but if I became the chief of this village, I should consider bringing her here. Wait, come to think of it, I don't even know the name of her village. Lamenting my lack of details, I quietly sank deeper into the tub.
Haruna swallowed hard as she watched Casanova disappear into the bathroom. The moment he stepped into the house, a thick, masculine musk had filled the air. She had secretly flared her nostrils to inhale that incredibly potent scent, feeling a pang of guilt when he spoke to her so casually, which made her respond with forced reluctance.
"Why am I acting like this...?"
Resenting her own body for reacting to her daughters' man, Haruna crossed her arms tightly over her massive breasts and toned abdomen, leaning against the hallway wall as she waited endlessly for Casanova.
"No matter how much I think about it, it all started then..."
Curious about the strength of the man who had defeated Eruka, she had held back during their clash, only for him to exploit a momentary opening and seize her by the throat. In that instant, as he choked her with burning ferocity, she felt a sensation that seemed to shatter the shackles of the desireless path she had walked while leading the village.
"Ah..."
Recalling the tingling sensation of his grip tightening around her neck, Haruna felt a sudden gush as her entrance parted, spilling hot arousal. Her face flushed bright red. She squeezed her thighs together, staring toward the bathroom Casanova had entered. If she kept waiting like this, she felt she would go mad. She wanted to douse herself in cold water to calm down, but there was only one bathroom.
"What wish will he make...?"
Recalling the prophecy that had descended upon Tebra Village, Haruna resumed her lewd fantasies. Her original plan had been to lead the next chiefs and her subordinates into Hinera Village, unite them, and establish a chief to prepare for war. However, seeing Casanova boldly covet the position of chief had changed her mind.
Proposing the bet to him had been a spur-of-the-moment decision. After witnessing the passionate tryst between her daughters and the cute spirit, she couldn't stop thinking about Casanova. Rather than having him leave for parts unknown, she wanted him to remain in the village to support her and her daughters. Lacking any other leverage to bind him, she had resorted to the wager.
"Those eyes of his..."
The moment she told him she would grant any wish, his eyes had gleamed with a predatory, masculine hunger. Meeting that gaze, Haruna squirmed, rubbing her thighs together to soothe the throbbing itch between her legs. Though she was accustomed to being the one who dominated rather than the one who was crushed, she was secretly incredibly weak to that look—the look of a beast sizing up its prey.
"Haaah..."
A wanton sensation rippled through her entire body. The image of his massive cock thrusting into her eldest daughter's glistening, wet crevice, and the raw, dominant way he pounded his hips—utterly indifferent to the comfort of the females writhing on the bed, focused solely on his own pleasure—began to flood and consume Haruna's mind.
"Haa... Haa... No..."
Spilling another wave of sticky arousal, Haruna could no longer endure it. Since the death of her beloved husband, she had never once slept with anyone or even masturbated. But after watching that virile male's raw lovemaking with her own eyes, she could no longer ignore the overwhelming lust ruling her body.
*Step... step...*
Pushing herself off the wall, she crept down the hallway on her tiptoes, terrified of being heard. Listening to the rushing sound of water from beyond the door, Haruna swallowed hard as she stared at Casanova's silhouette through the glass, then quietly slid the door open.
*Slide...*
"Sniff, sniff... Ah...♡"
The moment she stepped into the changing room, a thick, masculine musk washed over her. From the laundry basket right in front of her, an undeniable, heavy scent of male sweat was wafting up. Haruna quietly reached out and picked up the item resting on top.
"This is..."
It was his shirt, darkened with sweat around the collar and back. Clutching the crumpled fabric, Haruna slowly brought it to her nose. Closing her eyes, she buried her face in it. The moment she inhaled, Casanova's pungent sweat seemed to shock her brain and shoot straight down her spine. He had worn it all day, and the rich blend of his natural scent and heavy sweat sent a jolt of intense pleasure through her.
"Ah, hnnh...♡"
*Squelch, squelch...*
Unable to hold back any longer, Haruna brought her fingers down to her throbbing, greedy slit. Despite having gone untouched for so long, her plump folds, awakened by her primal female instincts, instantly swallowed her fingers, clamping down and sucking on them hungrily.
"Mmmgh...!"
Rather than inserting them deeply, Haruna curled her fingers into a hook, scratching against her inner walls while biting down on the collar of his shirt, sucking on it greedily. As she vigorously scraped and stimulated her sensitive spots without hesitation, a piercing wave of pleasure shot through her spine. Within barely a minute of starting, she squirted, spraying a heavy gush of fluid.
*Clench—*
Biting the fabric so hard with her sharp fangs that it threatened to tear, Haruna desperately muffled her moans. Inside the bath, Casanova was washing noisily, splashing water, but she knew that if she let out a loud cry, he would surely come rushing out in an instant.
"Haaah, fuuuh...!"
The shirt, already damp with sweat, was now thoroughly soaked with Haruna's saliva, the wetness spreading all the way down to the chest area. Burying her face in the clenched fabric, letting out muffled groans while pumping her fingers inside herself, Haruna craved even greater pleasure. Tossing the shirt aside onto the floor, she frantically rummaged through the laundry basket with trembling hands.
"Ah...!"
Feeling the texture of a button, she immediately grabbed it and pulled. Casanova's trousers, which she had brushed against multiple times, fell into her hands like a wriggling eel.
"No..."
Because he had been wearing them just moments ago, they felt warm to the touch. Glancing nervously between the bathroom door and the exit, Haruna slowly spread the crotch of the trousers and pulled them to her nose.
"Haaah...!"
The trousers had covered Casanova's heavy crotch all day, absorbing the sweat of his treks through the humid jungle. Simply pressing her nose to them and inhaling sent a rush of scent through her body so intense it felt as if she had taken his manhood directly into her mouth.
It wasn't just body odor or sweat; it was the thick, musky scent of his cock. Drooling heavily, Haruna thrust her fingers even deeper inside herself, biting and sucking on the crotch of the pants just as she had done with the shirt.
"Hnghh...!"
Scraping her fingers near her cervix, Haruna pumped her wetness out like scooping water, drenching the floor beneath her. Crouched over the slick puddle, sucking on the fabric and inhaling his scent, she lamented the fading aroma, swaying her voluptuous hips as she continued to stimulate herself.
"Haa... Haa...!"
Masturbating while inhaling the scent of his cock made her feel so good she could almost hallucinate that he was actually inside her. Comparing this floating sensation to the long-forgotten memories of intimacy with her late husband, Haruna stirred her dripping folds, which clung tightly to her fingers, before slowly pulling them out.
*Schlich...*
Her fingers were drenched in the thick, stringy fluids produced by her frantic self-pleasuring. Releasing the trousers from her mouth, Haruna crumpled them back into their original shape and casually wiped her wet fingers on them. Now that the moment had come to taste the ultimate treat she had saved for last, she reached back into the laundry basket, her empty core still twitching and begging for more.
*Grab—*
Her hand closed around a small, warm piece of fabric. Her mind spinning from the peak of her lust, her hands trembling violently, Haruna barely managed to pull Casanova's underwear from the basket.
*Whoosh—*
The moment she brought it to her face, the scent exploded, making her mouth instantly water. Though she had tried to take the edge off her burning lust with his other clothes, like a starving beast presented with a feast, the moment she pulled out the underwear—thoroughly steeped in his sweat and male musk all day—Haruna's brain was completely consumed by raw desire.
"Slurp... slurp...♡ Mmmh...♡"
Slowly running her tongue over the crotch, Haruna immediately took it into her mouth as the taste of his manhood burst on her tastebuds. Nibbling on the fabric with her sharp fangs and lower teeth while licking it greedily, she buried her face entirely in his underwear.
Ah... once I know this pleasure, there is no going back. I acted so composed and indifferent, but in the end, I am just a female in heat. I truly had no interest in such things, but the moment I witnessed him with my daughters, I crossed a point of no return.
"Haaah...♡ Ah, hngh...♡"
*Splaaaaash—*
Squirting like a fountain, Haruna's hips trembled violently before she finally collapsed pathetically onto the floor. Her twitching thighs and rock-hard clitoris were proof of her extreme arousal. She had drooled so much that her saliva had pooled at her collarbone, trickling down her cleavage and all the way to her navel.
"Mmmgh...♡"
Overwhelmed by the thick scent that felt as if it were scrambling her brain, Haruna squirted repeatedly, losing herself in a series of intense, messy climaxes. Her long years of celibacy—whether voluntary or forced—had left her unable to withstand such intense pleasure, turning her into a vulgar female who came at the slightest stimulation.
*Splash... tap.*
Writhing and rubbing her hips in the puddle of her own fluids, Haruna was drowning in waves of ecstasy when she suddenly realized the sound of running water in the bathroom had stopped. Sensing that Casanova would emerge at any moment, she tried to push herself up off the creaking wooden floor, but her weak, trembling limbs repeatedly gave out, sending her wanton body collapsing back down.
"No...!"
Through the glass, Casanova's shadow was drawing closer. If she stayed like this, she would be caught. If Casanova—who had repeatedly taken her daughters and always looked at her with those predatory, lustful eyes—saw her in this state, he would undoubtedly pounce on her before she could even utter an excuse.
"Ah...?"
Pounce on me? But... wouldn't that be wonderful? Imagining Casanova pinning her down and thrusting into her dripping core, Haruna clutched his underwear tightly, staring at the approaching shadow. Though she had pretended otherwise and ignored him, her body, awakened to lust after witnessing his trysts with her daughters, had been burning with desire day after day.
"Haaah...♡"
If the strong man who had pinned her down multiple times realized that she was just a helpless female who would submit the moment he drove his cock into her, Casanova would surely be thrilled. He would get to claim her, and she would finally be liberated from the agonizing lust tormenting her body daily. It was a win-win situation, so why was she trying to run?
Haruna was already completely ruled by the wanton lust scrambling her brain. Unable to think rationally, she had already accepted yielding her body to Casanova as a foregone conclusion and abandoned all resistance. But a final, lingering thread of reason sent a warning signal to her mind.
"Ah...!"
If I let myself be pathetically ravished like this, our promised duel, the prophecy I must protect... everything will fall apart! As the door began to slide open, Haruna frantically threw her clothes back on and bolted from the changing room. She needed to clean up the evidence, but there was no time. Praying that he wouldn't notice, she fled the bathroom at the absolute limit of her speed.
*Slide—*
As the door slid fully open behind her, Haruna shut the outer door and ran like mad toward her room. Clutching something tightly in her hand, she sprinted up the stairs, her footsteps thudding heavily. The moment she burst into her room and shut the door, she collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily.
"Haa... Haa... Haaah...!"
Her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her throat. Her legs trembled violently, and her head throbbed as if someone were beating it with a hammer. Haruna wiped her sweaty forehead with the object in her hand, only to freeze as she remembered what it was, quickly pulling her hand away.
Realizing she had run off with the very underwear she had been biting and sucking on, Haruna let out a helpless, self-deprecating laugh and hung her head. Pulling her knees to her chest, she buried her face in them, cursing her own pathetic behavior. What if Casanova realizes this and comes to me? How could I ever look him in the eye? Isn't he my daughters' husband?
"Mmmgh...!"
Shivering as the lingering aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her body, Haruna stared at the underwear clutched in her hand. He won't know. Yes... if I can't control my lust, can't I just get a little help from him? Once I win the duel and he stays in the village, I can just receive some quiet assistance behind my daughters' backs.
Her brain, thoroughly soaked in lust, was incapable of rational thought. Clutching the underwear tightly, Haruna slowly brought it back to her nose. This was her room, a private space where she didn't have to worry about anyone else's eyes. Though her mind was filled with conflict and anxiety, she chose to escape them. Yielding entirely to the immediate pleasure, Haruna stuffed Casanova's underwear back into her mouth and slowly reached down to her swollen cleft.
Stepping out of the steamy bath, I shook out my wet hair and took a deep breath. In that instant, a thick, feminine scent pierced my lungs. It wasn't Tsuruka's sun-like fragrance, nor was it Eruka's subtle scent. This rich, unique aroma could only belong to one person.
"Hooh..."
The disheveled laundry basket, the wet patches on the floor, and the slightly ajar changing room door all clearly pointed to someone's recent presence. Inhaling deeply of Haruna's lingering scent in the air, I inspected the laundry basket. My discarded underwear was gone, and the remaining clothes still radiated a faint, warm heat.
"Hahaha..."
Beastkin were truly fascinating. No matter how strong or cold they appeared, in the end, they were just females before a male. If I had encountered this race sooner, my life in this alternate world would have been a breeze. Chuckling at the idle thought, I dipped my pinky finger into the puddle left on the floor.
*Squish—*
A sticky fluid. Realizing the true nature of this puddle—which was clearly not water, but a pool emitting a wanton, sweet fragrance—I couldn't stop my lips from curling upward. I'll have to pretend I didn't notice. That way, she'll keep doing adorable things like this, won't she? I had spent so much time worrying about how to defeat her before the fifteen days were up, but now, the answer seemed clear.
"Haaah..."
Savoring the rich female scent that filled my lungs, I closed my eyes. The realization that my seemingly toughest opponent was actually going to be the easiest, most effortless conquest made all the anger I had accumulated today melt away in an instant.
Unable to contain my excitement for tomorrow, I wiped up the sticky puddle of arousal with a cloth, slowly slipped on a robe, and stepped out of the changing room.