Dragon Rubs Yuan's Panties Against Her Pussy ♡

I knew what I was doing was wrong.

No matter how much of a beast in heat I was, stealing the clothes left on the rock while Yuan was absorbed in washing himself and using them as masturbation material… that was lower than the lowest mongrel on earth.

I knew that.

I leaned my body against a tree trunk a short distance from the pond.

"Snnnnnniff—"

I buried my nose in the panties Yuan had been wearing for days on end…

"Haaaaaaaah—♡"

…and drank in his pheromones until my mind went hazy.

Amazingly, there was no foul smell at all. Aside from a faint trace of ammonia, there was only the sweet, intensely stimulating pheromones and Yuan's rich body scent. Soft… and intoxicating.

I pulled down my already soaked panties, hiked up my skirt, and held the hem in my mouth to keep it out of the way. The moment my warm pussy, dripping with love juices, met the open air, a shiver ran through my whole body.

Yuan's panties. The soft fabric that had pressed against his cock. I pressed my pussy flush against it and began to grind.

"Hnghh…♡"

Soft… and so good.

Rub rub♡ Rub-rub-rub♡ Grind grind♡

The mad, intoxicating thrill of doing something so utterly wrong. If Yuan caught me…

Squelch—♡

Just the thought of being discovered made my clit swell to its absolute limit.

I wrapped the panties around my entire pussy and rubbed and rubbed…♡ My heart hammered wildly, but I didn't stop. I was committing an act lower than garbage itself—and yet Yuan's panties were steadily being painted over with my juices.

I draped his loose shirt and pants over my face.

"Snnnnnniff—"

"Fwaaaaaah—♡"

That filthy, delicious smell. With every breath I drew, Yuan's sweet body scent flooded my head. I was insanely turned on. I scrubbed his panties against my pussy harder and harder, slathering them with my juices like I was pickling them.

"Nngh-hh—♡"

With the hem of my skirt still clenched in my teeth, drool spilled from the corners of my mouth. Every time I ground the panties against myself, a shivering pleasure climbed my spine. My body had long since become a mess of sweat.

"Khh—♡"

Soft panties rubbing feels so good…♡

So good…♡

Sooo goood—♡

Psssshhh—♡ Spurt-spurt—♡ Splash—♡

Climax struck like lightning through my skull, and squirting fluid gushed out in a frenzy—soaking the panties and trailing in rivulets across the ground. My vision went white as I collapsed onto the forest floor, legs trembling too hard to stand.

And then, in an instant, the guilt crashed over me. The self-loathing of having done something so vile to my precious Yuan. What have I done?

But even regretting it like this, I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠knew I would go into heat again soon enough. The thirst to claim Yuan kept burning its way down my throat, relentless and unending.

When reason returned, I checked the panties in my hand. They were drenched in love juice and squirt. And the shirt and pants… were soaked through with my drool. My face burned hot.

I couldn't just sneak them back like this…

Right! I'll wash them and bring them back.

The moment that thought formed, my twisted desire collided head-on with my reason.

But the panties… I want to keep those as masturbation material for a long, long time…

Th-that's it… I'll just wash the shirt and pants and bring those back, and say I lost the panties while doing laundry.

It was the closest thing to a perfect solution I could come up with. I stuffed Yuan's panties—still sticky with love juice and squirt—into the pocket of my skirt. I pulled my own panties back up from around my ankles and straightened my clothes.

After carefully washing the shirt and pants in the river, I flew back to the pond where Yuan was still bathing.

"Hmm… where on earth did my clothes go?"

I was still searching for them when the sound of wingbeats approached, and Dragon landed right in front of me.

"Dragon?"

Her face was flushed a deep red… and she kept glancing at me nervously, something hidden behind her back. Not only that—her whole body was drenched in sweat, and she was breathing strangely hard. When I stared at her, her pupils trembled on top of everything else.

"Wh… what's wrong?"

Dragon fidgeted, then held something out to me. My original clothes, thoroughly soaked.

"Huh? Why do you have these, Dragon…?"

She hurriedly snatched up a stick and scratched letters into the dirt.

"Ah, so that's what it was…!"

I said, accepting the freshly laundered clothes. Dragon really is so kind!

But the clothes she'd handed me… only the shirt and pants. Where were the panties?

"Um… did you happen to see my underwear?"

At my words, Dragon's tail gave an uneasy twitch. Looking tense, her hands trembling, she scrawled frantically with the stick.

"Ahh! Aww, is that why you've been acting so awkward? It's fine~ Even if a pair of panties goes missing, I'm just grateful you washed my clothes for me."

I said it lightly and took her hand firmly in mine. The moment I did, the membrane of her wing gave a sharp little flutter.

"I wouldn't get mad over something like that. Anyone can make a mistake. Come on, let's head back to the cave!"

I said it cheerfully and started to skip off toward the cave… then I noticed something odd.

Dragon's condition… no matter how I looked at it, something was off. Cold sweat from guilt over losing a pair of panties? That didn't explain a body soaked head to toe… or a face that red. She looked like someone desperately hiding something that absolutely could not come to light. The way she flinched every time I looked at her, too…

It was way, waaay too suspicious.

I racked my brain for what it could be, and then—

"Ah!"

A lightbulb went off in my head.

"Dragon! You've caught a cold! You can try to hide it from me all you want, but I'm sharp—I notice everything!"

Dragon blinked at me. I pressed a hand to her forehead and startled.

"Hah! Your forehead is burning up like fire…! Definitely a cold. No hunting today—you're resting. I'll take care of you!"

She tilted her head, as if trying to make sense of what I'd said.

"We've already got plenty of dried meat stocked up, so food isn't a worry for a while! I think you should rest properly until you're better…! Watching you go out hunting while you're sick—my conscience just won't allow it. So… could you please just rest for today…?"

I looked up at her earnestly as I asked. Her face turned even redder. She still fidgeted for a moment… then gave me a truly, truly awkward smile and nodded.

"Not going hunting feels weird, huh! Come on~ Anyone can see you're sick. Let's get you back ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to the cave so you can rest!"

I took her hand and led her toward the cave.

I had her lie down on the bed and checked her over. Her forehead was still burning hot. She really has been feeling awful… and I had no idea.

"Dragon, could you take your clothes off for me?"

She startled hard, eyes going wide.

"Your clothes are soaked through with sweat. I'll turn around, so please strip down and change into fresh underthings."

I pulled a clean bra and panties from the chest of clothes and handed them to her. Then I turned my back. The soft sounds of fabric sliding over skin reached me, and a moment later Dragon tapped a finger ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠against my back.

When I turned around, she was standing there in nothing but the fresh bra and panties. Her face was even redder than before, and she was fidgeting shyly.

Dragon… your body is incredibly beautiful. Your chest is so full… your waist so lovely… and your hips…

Ah! What am I thinking.

I shook my head hard to drive the thoughts away, then spoke to her.

"I'd like to wipe the sweat off for you—is that all right?"

She hesitated a moment, then nodded.

"Thank you for letting me. If you stay this soaked in sweat… it'll rob you of your body heat."

I dampened a cloth, wrung it out once, and began wiping Dragon down. First the beads of sweat gathered on her forehead. I gently peeled away the fine strands of hair stuck to her skin and smoothed them back, then softly wiped behind her ears and across her cheeks.

Then her neck. That pale throat glistened with sweat, so I was careful not to be too rough as I cleaned it. Her belly and thighs were just as drenched. I wiped every bit of it away with care, then gently cleaned her back and waist as well.

"Could you raise both arms for me?"

When she lifted them, her sweat-soaked underarms came into view. I wiped the pooled sweat clean from both sides, then her calves, the insides of her elbows, the backs of her knees…

Every ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠time the cloth passed over her, her body gave a little flinch. It must have been because she was in pain.

"Ah, I haven't done the insides of your thighs yet. Just a moment—"

I slipped the cloth-wrapped hand between those soft thighs…

"Hah…♡"

Dragon made a sound and her whole body shuddered hard—it must have hurt.

"S-sorry. I'll be as gentle as I can."

I carefully finished the insides of her thighs, wiped her feet last, and then—

"All done. I'll get you some fresh clothes now."

Strangely, the panties she was wearing looked damp all over again… but I figured she was just the type who sweated a lot.

I handed her a clean skirt and top. Once she'd put everything on, she lay back down on the bed.

"It must hurt a lot, huh? I'll nurse you as hard as I can so you get better soon."

At my words, she took up the stick and wrote on the ground.