Episode 18
Episode 18
After experiencing it once, countless women I'd seen in my past life came to mind.
Not real people, just characters from adult comics scattered across the internet. Regardless of genre, women always reached climax so spectacularly.
Looking at those scenes, I thought it was all fake.
Even searching online said that mental satisfaction was greater than physical satisfaction.
But I never knew this was possible.
And I certainly never imagined I would become like this.
"Hyeuk?!"
My consciousness, which had briefly sunk beneath the surface of sleep, resurfaced again.
Feeling awkward, I slowly turned my head and looked at the man holding me.
Aron, sensing my gaze, asked me.
"How many times have you lost consciousness? Have you never felt estrus before?"
"Th-that... I don't knooow..."
"Since you have beastkin blood, you shouldn't have zero estrus. Maybe you just haven't met a man attractive enough to trigger it until now."
"I... don't like men..."
Aron laughed at my answer.
He burst into laughter as if something was incredibly funny.
After laughing for a while, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his finger and said.
"A beastkin who doesn't like the opposite sex? Instinctively, you should desire a strong male. You'll understand by the time we finish. Won't you?"
"Hyeuk... Stop it... I really can't take any more..."
Glancing at the clock, there were still 10 minutes left.
My body was already at its limit.
Beyond this point, it wasn't pleasure but uncontrollable violence, let alone being able to move.
I shook my head from side to side and whimpered. I'd shed fewer tears since becoming a mercenary, but who would have thought I'd cry for this reason.
Only when he saw my tears did Aron finally stop.
"Is it that difficult? You seem much more sensitive than other women."
His indifferent tone made me choke up.
I couldn't definitively say it was because I was a woman, but being broken like this and hearing him speak so calmly made a deep sense of misery well up from within.
Finally, tears fell drop by drop as I answered.
"It's hard... It's so hard... It's scary and hard when you keep going without letting me rest..."
Aron looked flustered, hesitated, and then apologized.
"Sorry. I didn't know it was that bad."
Empowered by the unexpected apology, I lashed out at him even more.
"It's hard! And it's scary... Do you know what it's like to keep losing consciousness and repeating climax? It's more frightening than feeling good."
In response to my answer, Aron finally released my legs.
My body went limp the instant the external force disappeared. Like a cat, I stretched out completely and had to lean against Aron's embrace.
Even if I wanted to escape, I didn't have the strength.
Leaning against his solid body, I finally exhaled and tried to calm the heat.
"I won't touch you anymore. How about we fill the remaining 10 minutes with something else instead?"
Creaking, I slowly turned my head to look up at him.
Since Aron had shown some consideration for my condition, I couldn't refuse his offer. Finally, in a trembling voice, I asked him.
"Wh-what is it?"
"I heard this secondhand, but they say beastkin are sensitive to scent. Apparently, a sufficiently developed beastkin sex slave goes into estrus just from smelling a scent."
"So you're telling me to smell your scent?"
"Just staying embraced like this is enough. You just need to smell it."
As I hesitated at the embarrassing request, Aron spoke.
"If you don't want to, should we start again? I'm fine with that too."
I frantically shook my head from side to side.
If it continued any further, I wasn't confident I could endure it. It felt like even the little reason I had left would shatter.
"N-no! I'll just smell it..."
"Good. Then I'll change our position a bit. You get comfortable too."
"Okay..."
Fortunately, my quick stamina recovery allowed my body to move little by little.
My muscles were screaming, but not so badly that I couldn't move.
Aron used his strength to turn my body. I ended up in a position with my face buried in his chest, sitting on his lap while he held my waist tightly with his legs.
"Then I'll start now."
As I nodded lightly, Aron pulled my head into his hand with his.
Led by his large hand, my face was buried in his chest, and as I regulated my breathing, I was forced to inhale his scent.
'It's not as bad as I thought.'
Sometimes scents can be foul or strong, but his wasn't.
If I had to describe it, it was a warm and comforting scent.
The more I smelled it, the more my hot body cooled down and calmed, so I took an even deeper breath. And then I immediately realized what I had done.
'Am I crazy? Getting happy smelling a man's scent...'
I put a little distance between us for no reason and asked Aron with a blank expression.
"...Just smelling is enough, right?"
Aron nodded quietly and pulled me close again.
The feeling of my whole body being held and protected in his embrace.
A sensation where even my fear disappeared, as if the scent itself was warmly embracing me.
I couldn't express it in a single word.
Sniff. Sniff sniff.
I gradually became more immersed and inhaled deeper.
I began to realize it felt reliable, a place where I could feel at ease.
"Haa, inhale..."
When I lightly opened my eyes, all I could see was Aron's clothes. Without realizing it, I had buried my face in his clothes again.
I thought I should pull away again, but my body wouldn't move.
Instead, it tried to get closer and press tighter.
'There's no way I'd go into estrus just from a scent.'
Clenching my fists, I resisted the urge to move closer.
In that state, I drew air into my lungs.
Hueup.
My nose twitched as I kept inhaling Aron's scent. Like an addict, I couldn't stop, instead craving a stronger scent.
"Ssuueup... Pahaa..."
As I repeatedly smelled the scent, my lower abdomen tightened persistently.
That strangely uncomfortable sensation felt good.
"You look like you're enjoying it."
Startled by Aron's words, I lifted my head and met his gaze.
I glared at him as fiercely as I could, but he just smiled faintly.
I pushed his body with both arms to create distance.
"I'm only doing it because you told me to. Otherwise... you'd start touching me again."
"Right, so smell diligently. You can keep smelling until you don't want to. Or do you want to lick or bite? I hear beastkin sometimes do that."
"That's impossible. I told you I'm human."
Contrary to my words, my tongue kept trying to reach out.
Gradually, I wanted to lick Aron, who seemed delicious and happy, who pleased me with just his scent, and taste him. I wanted to bite him and leave a mark claiming him as mine.
Panting, my protruding tongue twitched.
'No. There's no reason I'd want to lick and bite some other man.'
I repeatedly reminded myself that I was a man and suppressed my instincts.
As if to crush that very reason of mine, my body heated up. It became hot just like when Aron was touching me earlier.
With every whiff of his scent, it felt like Aron was filling me up completely.
The sensation, as if my very existence was about to submit to him, was so addictive that I couldn't stop.
"That's enough for now."
In the midst of my deep immersion, Aron's voice was heard.
'Already?'
At the word "enough," regret arrived before joy.
Startled by the immense regret that washed over me in that brief moment, I quickly moved far away on the bed. I almost blurted it out.
Shaking my head, I glared at Aron and said.
"You mean it's really over? You won't do any more today. Really, no more smelling or anything."
"Of course. We're doing this every day starting tomorrow anyway."
"How many times did I... experience cli... that?"
Even the word "climax" felt embarrassing. Saying it made me remember myself panting in Aron's embrace, giving me goosebumps.
"I lost count after 40, so I'm not sure. But you experienced it enough that it doesn't matter anyway."
"That's...! Well..."
Unable to refute him, I looked at the floor.
I started confidently, but ended up feeling it like a fool and climaxing dozens of times. If Aron hadn't gone easy on me, who knows what would have happened.
"Anyway, I'm going to rest now. Any spare rooms?"
"Spare rooms? There's no such thing. What do you expect from a small hut? There's just the storage room and my bedroom."
"Then where do I sleep?"
Aron patted the blanket with his hand as if it were obvious.
"We sleep together, of course? Don't worry. I won't attack you or anything while you sleep. We'll just do plenty before bedtime anyway."
"How can you say that... You're really annoying."
Receiving what felt like the opposite of comfort just made me angrier.
I turned my head away haughtily.
"No. Why would I trust you and sleep with you?"
"Then are you going to sleep on the floor? The carpeted area is relatively clean... Otherwise, it's dirty, so I wouldn't really recommend it."
"Then... is there absolutely no spare sofa or bed?"
"Nope. Really, just this one bed."
Biting my lip, I looked at the bed.
The bed was large enough that if we slept on opposite ends, we probably wouldn't touch.
I just didn't want to sleep with this man.
"...Fine."
But I couldn't very well sleep on the floor.
This wasn't 21st-century Korea with heated floors; sleeping on the floor here would leave me freezing cold enough to go crazy the next day.
I slowly crawled onto the bed.
Plopping my body onto the soft bed, I glared at Aron.
"Don't touch me. I'm really going to rest. I had a really hard time because of you."
"Yeah, do as you please. I'm going out to hunt for a bit, so rest on the bed."
"You don't have to come back."
At my small voice, Aron laughed, "Puhahat," and left.
Soon after, the door opened and closed once more, and I was finally alone in the house.
I snatched the pillow from the bed and hugged it to my chest. Then, a strong scent of Aron came from the pillow, so I took a small sniff.
"It smells nice. He probably doesn't have shampoo or anything..."
Sniff sniff.