Chapter 251: Courtship (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 251: Courtship (2)
Without a doubt, the most populous race after humans would be the beast-kin.
Dogs, cats, wolves, tigers, lions, and so on.
Just as humans are divided into races based on physical, social, and cultural traits, beast-kin are also divided into numerous tribes.
The number of these tribes alone exceeds several hundred.
For a long time, there has been consistent criticism that lumping them all into the single category of "beast-kin" stems from a human-supremacist way of thinking.
As a result, quite a few of them expressed displeasure at being vaguely referred to as beast-kin without mentioning their specific tribe.
In such cases, the excuse of not knowing their tribe doesn't work.
Unlike humans, who at most differ in skin color, beast-kin have distinct, outwardly visible features.
And their characteristics weren't limited to their appearance.
Cat beast-kin purr like cats when they're in a good mood, and dog beast-kin are mostly extroverted.
Of course, there were exceptions, but most of these traits were innate. Consequently, even if they were born and raised in a city, cultural differences with humans were bound to arise.
This was especially true in sexual matters.
An action done with no particular intent could be taken as an insult or harassment by a beast-kin.
Of course, the reverse was also true.
“...Courtship?”
My master nodded shyly.
Her tightly pressed lips and flushed cheeks were reminiscent of a girl in love.
“Getting hard while smelling my towel means you want to, to mate with me, right...? And if we mate, we'll have a child...”
My master fidgeted with her fingers, stealing glances at me. The sight made my head clear instantly.
A passage from an animal encyclopedia I read as a child flashed through my mind.
-During courtship, wolves frequently exhibit the behavior of smelling their partner. They form intimacy by smelling each other. Also, when the mating season begins, they may smell their partner to check for pheromones. This is an important process to understand the partner's condition and determine if mating is possible. In other words, a wolf smelling its partner can be seen as a part of expressing interest and affection.
Strictly speaking, beast-kin and animals are different.
In this day and age, treating beast-kin and animals the same would get you branded as a speciesist, making life difficult in many ways.
But even if people don't say it out loud, beast-kin have many similarities to animals.
Gorilla beast-kin are naturally strong, and cheetah beast-kin are fast runners.
They are born with the inherent traits of their animal counterparts.
This also meant that it wasn't strange at all for my master, a wolf beast-kin, to possess the characteristics of a wolf.
“I may be short, and my breasts aren't as big as Noel's, but...”
Her eyes, filled with a resolve that showed not a hint of trembling, were fixed on me.
“I'll do my best to bear your child, Hyun-woo...!”
It was a situation any man should be happy about, but I couldn't process it at all.
She suddenly wants to have my baby?
I was growing more and more confused.
Hadn't we skipped, like, way too many steps?
But my master looked completely serious.
What would her reaction be if I told her right now that I had no intention of courting her?
She would most likely either beat me half to death or run away and never appear before me again.
Either choice would lead directly to a bad ending.
But those weren't my only options.
Suddenly, I remembered a famous line I'd read in a novel once.
-If you don't like the bad ending, you can always choose the bed ending.
Besides, I was just flustered; my master was, without a doubt, a beauty.
Her small frame was just another part of her charm.
Overall, she had a pretty face, good proportions, wide hips, and even that pleasant, savory scent. What man in the world would refuse a woman like that offering to bear his child?
Above all, I had little aversion to the idea of pregnancy.
Thanks to the Blessing of Infertility, I couldn't get anyone pregnant no matter how much I came inside them.
Besides, it wasn't like she was the only woman I was trying to get pregnant right now.
'...Even I have to admit, I'm living like a real piece of trash.'
The thought that I was living too debauched a life crossed my mind, but I felt neither worry nor regret.
Can't I just take responsibility for all of them?
I had no intention of evading my responsibilities.
“Hyun-woo...?”
When I didn't answer, my master's voice trembled slightly, as if she had grown anxious. I caressed her cheek and pressed my lips against hers.
I felt a hot, soft sensation.
When our lips parted, my master's eyes were dazed and unfocused.
“Should we have about four daughters?”
“F-Four...?”
Honestly, it wasn't my place to say, but from my experience growing up in an orphanage, raising sons is a damn pain.
More importantly, even if it was my own son, I couldn't share my woman's breast milk with another male.
“Is that not okay?”
“...I'll try my best.”
It was a joke, but my master's expression looked more serious than ever.
Suppressing the laugh that threatened to escape, I buried my face in the nape of her neck.
Slowly, I made my way down, leaving marks on her neck, collarbone, chest, navel, and lower abdomen.
Her body was trembling faintly.
As a sign of reassurance, I made sure to leave a clear mark on her inner thigh as well.
“Heut?!”
Even though it wasn't a particularly pleasurable spot, her body flinched hard.
Deeper than the marks I'd left, I saw a tightly shut slit, glistening with a small droplet of dew.
In that moment, I couldn't hide my astonishment.
'Isn't my master supposed to be 26?'
How could she be completely hairless?
I had been with many women with hairless pussies, but most of them at least had some peach fuzz.
Of course, I'd heard that some people don't grow even that after puberty, but I had never seen one so perfectly clean.
When I gently spread her open with my fingers, her pussy was, as expected, a delicate pink. It was a mouth-watering sight that made me gulp.
Lick.
“Hiyak?!”
As I swept my tongue up her pussy, my master let out a sharp scream. Delighted by her intense reaction, I buried my head between her thighs.
Schlick, slurp, schlorp—
“Not there! It's... it's dirty...!”
“It tastes sweet, though.”
“Don't describe it!”
It wasn't a lie.
There was a faint smell of sweat, but even that was a rich, savory scent.
Her love juice was sweet, without any sourness.
I'd heard that ordinary women's fluids had a fishy smell, but I had never once smelled that from any of the women I'd been with.
Could it be a side effect of magic power?
It was a sudden hypothesis, but it seemed plausible.
Perhaps there was even a research paper on it.
I decided to look it up later and focus on her pussy for now.
“Hh, heuk, eut... I-I don't know anymore...♡”
With increasingly sweet moans, my master's hips trembled faintly. Overwhelmed by the new pleasure, she even kicked my back with her heels.
Pleased by her reaction, I smiled in satisfaction and flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue.
“Hauck?!!♡”
Her body gave a great shudder. Surprised by the unexpected pleasure, she wrapped her legs around me.
It didn't hurt, but wouldn't a normal person have had problems with their neck bones?
Regardless, I gradually increased the intensity of my sucking.
“Hk, heuk, eut, eu-aah...♡ W-Wait...! I-I think I'm gonna come...!♡”
With a pitiful moan, my master hugged my head with all her might. Soon, her hips began to tremble violently.
Sput, squirt, squoooosh!
A powerful tide hit my face.
Even so, I didn't stop licking her pussy.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
After quenching my thirst with her fluids for a while, I slowly raised my body. My master was still twitching and trembling.
“Hk, heuk, heuk...”
“?”
At that moment, I heard a sound that made me doubt my ears.
Seeing my master covering her face with both hands and sobbing, my mind went blank as if I'd been hit in the back of the head with a steel pipe.
“Seoha...?”
“I... I told you to stop...”
Cold sweat trickled down my back.
The thought that I was fucked filled my head.
No matter how much of a depraved, promiscuous, personality-flawed scumbag I was, making a woman cry was not on my list.
I hurriedly pulled her into an embrace. As I slowly stroked her back, her trembling gradually subsided.
After about five minutes, she seemed to have calmed down a bit, sniffling as she buried her face in my chest.
“Are you okay?”
“...Informal speech.”
“What?”
“...I don't like the formal speech.”
A wry laugh escaped me at the sight of my master asserting her wishes even in a situation like this.
“From now on?”
My master—no, Jeon Seoha—didn't answer, only nodding.
At that, I found myself stroking her head. She seemed to like my touch, as her ears twitched.
I felt like a fish with bait dangling right in front of it.
I unconsciously reached for her ear. An indescribable texture met my fingertips.
“Hiyak?!”
With a sharp scream, Jeon Seoha's body, held in my arms, jolted violently.
What was that? Were her ears her weak spot?
As expected, Seoha covered her ears with her cute hands and looked at me with a troubled expression.
“N-Not the ears...”
“...No?”
It was too much of a shame to give up now.
As I gazed at her with pleading eyes, Seoha hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding and lowering her hands.
With a happy heart, I carefully touched her ear.
“Hut, eu-eut...!”
“Whoa...”
All I could say was that it was insane.
In my 21 years of life, I had never felt anything so soft. Breasts were an exception, of course. That was a completely different category of softness.
The fluffy fur, the soft, warm ear—it was so addictive I wanted to keep touching it forever.
Held in my arms, Seoha's body twitched as she bit her finger, holding back her moans.
Honestly, I shouldn't be thinking this, but seeing her like that made me genuinely want to take her home and raise her.
“Can I ask why you were crying?”
“...”
She seemed to ponder for a moment before she managed to speak.
“I... I was rude... all over your face...”
Seoha's face turned red before she could finish her sentence.
As if overcome with embarrassment, she buried her face in my chest again and hid.
“...So, you thought you peed on my face earlier?”
“Kyaa!! D-Don't say it!”
I finally burst out laughing at the sight of Seoha frantically trying to cover my mouth. Looking bewildered by my reaction, I laid her back down on the mattress.
“That wasn't pee.”
I swept my finger over her pussy and squeezed her breast. Hmm, I definitely preferred the feel of her breast to her ear.
“R-Really...?”
“Of course. Why would I drink pee?”
There were all sorts of tastes in the world, but that, at least, wasn't one of mine.
“What a relief...”
Finally reassured, Seoha let out a sigh of relief. But wasn't it a bit too early to be relieved?
I rubbed my dick, which had been standing stiffly for a while, against the entrance of her pussy.
“Heut...?!♡”
“Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, shouldn't we get ready to get pregnant?”
“...”
Gulp.
I heard the sound of a dry swallow.
Ripples of emotion spread through Seoha's eyes as she stared at my veiny, bulging dick. It was understandable. No matter how you looked at it, it was not an ordinary size.
It wouldn't be strange for her to be scared at the thought of it entering her now.
But what filled Seoha's eyes was not fear, but resolve.
She slowly parted her legs, spread herself open, and whispered shyly.
“P-Please, let me have Hyun-woo's baby...”