Chapter 53
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: The Fox's Heat (2)
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The heat unique to beastkin, forcibly triggered by the 'Pink Rabbit' herb.
The explosive breeding urge felt the moment death loomed.
A body that, unbeknownst to Lena, had tasted the flavor of a 'male' for the very first time and was now ravenous.
All of it combined—right now, Lena was gripped by the most intense desire she'd ever felt in any heat throughout her life.
"Ughhh!"
Even for her, it was utterly absurd. No way—just as she'd survived death and was starting to relax, this damn heat hadn't subsided at all? And without regard for time or place, even now with a corpse right beside her!
"Uuu..."
But forcing it down only made the rising heat feel stronger. It wasn't just sexual desire flaring up; her actual body temperature was climbing, the sensations so fierce they threatened real physical harm.
'Damn... is it because I just came back from the brink of death?'
Ever the mage, she tried analyzing the cause, but it was pointless. Even if she figured it out, it wouldn't make the symptoms fade.
Instinctively, she started rubbing her thighs together against the itch between her legs. Her overheated pussy soaked with love juices at the mere friction of her thighs.
Her panties, which had gotten wet once before and barely dried while she was passed out, now grew damp again from their incompetent owner's fluids. The dried semen stuck to her underwear mixed with the fresh juices, turning everything soggy once more.
Of course, mere thigh-rubbing couldn't quench this urge. At the very least, she needed to masturbate, or it didn't seem like it'd go away.
With no choice, even in this situation, Lena quietly stood, searching for a spot to masturbate. Her current plight—scouting for a masturbation spot amid all this—was pathetic and ridiculous, but what could she do?
Unwilling to do it in this grimy space, she looked around, found no suitable place, and tried opening the door they'd entered through.
-Clack. Clack.
"................"
She locked eyes with a single skeleton, then silently closed the door again.
Unable to use mana and with her body in no shape to fight, she had no confidence in beating a monster. If only she could use mana... no, even if her body was just intact, she could've taken a skeleton barehanded...
Tears nearly welled up, but she held them back and soon headed to the opposite door, opening it.
-Grroooaaar...
"..............."
This time, she met a zombie's gaze and shut the door. It seemed like Ian had done something, as the room's mana had dissipated—no new undead would spawn—but the existing ones were still around.
In the end, she gave up changing locations and returned to the original spot.
She might handle one or two with effort, but fighting in her current state was risky, and the noise could draw more undead.
Back in the original space, she paced restlessly. This oblivious body ignored the situation, heating up relentlessly.
And doing it here in the room? There were corpses nearby, a faint blood scent lingered, and worst of all, Ian was sleeping smack in the center.
"Damn..."
Unable to find a spot, she dejectedly retreated to a corner, huddling as quietly as possible to masturbate like she sometimes did back home.
As quietly as she could, praying Ian wouldn't wake.
Even in the throes of heat, she failed to fully grasp her own change—masturbating right near the man she'd so despised.
About 30 minutes later.
'Damn it... why won't it go down!'
Unlike past heats—where even without timely meds, a quick masturbation session settled things—this time, no matter how much she rubbed, pleasure never built. It just teased her mercilessly, her body burning hotter.
And small wonder. Her pussy had taken a thick man's cock just yesterday for the first time. A girthy one with killer technique, no less... After that, would it climax from her feeble fingering with one slim digit?
In the end, the half-hearted play only stoked the flames further. Failing to cum, she paced frantically again.
She rarely masturbated anyway, usually suppressing heats with pills. This sensation was alien and frightening.
Eventually, she returned to Ian's side. Despite her noises, he slept like the dead, motionless. Worried he might actually be dead, she checked his breathing—steady and rhythmic.
Thinking a cold-water rinse might calm her, she reached for the water-creation magic tool in his embrace again, but paused to closely examine his sleeping face.
'...How long's it been since I properly looked at a man's face?'
Since developing her man-hating phobia, she'd avoided men, glaring or averting her eyes—never truly facing one.
Just looking repulsed her before... but was it gratitude for saving her life? Staring at Ian now brought no disgust.
No, rather than disgust, something else welled from deep within...
"...Huh?"
Lena snapped to. What had she just thought? Ian was a man—the kind she loathed! And yet...
Why did he look so... delicious?
She couldn't say why. Maybe she wasn't in her right mind from various reasons—unrecovered fatigue, sleep deprivation... or subconsciously believing this was all a dying hallucination after Hiro killed her...
Anyway, the reason didn't matter. Or it did, but not to Lena right now.
"Ha... haha..."
What would someone who knew the usual Lena think of her now? Her intellectual or venomous expressions gone, face filled with raw instinct as she slipped Ian's hand between her legs.
It sounded like an excuse—and it was—but she'd thought it through. Ian's wounds looked bad, her condition wasn't great either. Isolated in this labyrinth ruin, maintaining physical fitness was crucial.
But her biggest issue was this cursed heat. Beastkin heats weren't just endured; ignoring them caused real harm. She had suppressants usually... but not now. She'd given her last spares to Hiss recently.
Anyway, to avoid damage, she needed to quell it. Without pills, the best way was sexual stimulation—ideally from a male.
Solo masturbation would've sufficed before, but not now. A man's touch would work fastest.
'A man's hand... in a place untouched by any man's hand (or not)... the hand I deemed so filthy...'
Better to resolve it quickly while he slept than stay in heat before him awake. Self-justifying it as unavoidable medical necessity, she borrowed his sleeping hand.
Objectively, utter nonsense—but she wasn't thinking objectively.
-Squish♥
'Hah... haaahn!'
The instant Ian's hand touched her pussy, mingling with her leaking juices in a wet sound, shivers raced through her body. A strange satisfaction—absent from her own touch—filled her.
Unlike her soft fingers, his slightly rough texture scraped her sensitive folds. Proving a swordsman's hand, calluses in spots delivered varied stimulation depending on the angle.
'Hnn... hnnngh♥'
They said beginnings were hardest? With her mind already broken, the moment she pressed his hand to her pussy, her brakes failed. Starting cautious, rubbing gently on his palm, soon she gripped his arm, scraping her pussy wildly on his fingers.
'Me... with a man's hand...♥'
Lena, who'd hated her mother, run away to avoid her path, developed man-phobia, and shunned men...
Tragic—or fittingly ironic.
Lena had inherited her mother's talent all too well.
Scraped by fingers thicker than hers, rough and callused, her pussy—while no match for cock—sensed a man and squirted wildly in satisfaction, reaching climax.
Her head finally cooling, Lena paled, frantically cleaned all traces, then sobbed alone in the corner.
'With a man's hand... a sleeping man's hand... the hand of the man who saved my life...'
She hated men because she saw them as beasts driven mad by lust, rutting women anytime. But what about her just now?
Treating her lifesaver as a masturbation tool in lust-crazed frenzy?
Her body felt much better, but guilt crashed inversely hard. Hadn't she been a beast in heat?
"Ugh..."
"!!"
Sobbing in the corner, she heard Ian groan, signs of waking. She hastily wiped her face, checked for last night's traces, then approached the awakening Ian.
"You're awake?"
As casually as possible, like nothing happened. If he hadn't noticed, it'd just be a brief mishap.
Gained experience points from the effect of [Lust Absorption Lv.3]!
'Why a skill message all of a sudden...?'