The Same Tent (2)
"Mm...? I didn't hear any sounds today...?"
Kir, sensing the changes in her own body, wore a slightly puzzled expression. She hadn't told anyone else, but she had a secret hobby. It was training the ability—sensory enhancement—that had awakened in her at some point. Her power to sharpen her senses by channeling strength was a instinctive way of using mana, rooted in her exceptional talent, though Kir herself didn't know the details. All she knew was that, from some moment onward, she could amplify her hearing and other senses, and to hone that ability, she made a daily habit of boosting her hearing to eavesdrop on all sorts of sounds. The chirping of birds, the chatter in back alleys, and...
"Haah... Oppa, does it feel good?"
"Lena, I'm gonna cum inside...!!"
...even the lewd, explicit sounds that drifted over at night.
But Kir only heard the sounds and had no idea what acts produced them. She caught phrases like "put it in" or "touch me there" from the nightly eavesdropping, but without knowing exactly what they meant, it was all vague. She had a fuzzy guess from the noises, but pinning down the reality from sound alone was impossible.
...Fwaaaah...♥
Even without knowing what they were, she preferred those obscene sounds over any others. Listening to them made her body strangely warm and tingly down below, a sensation she quite liked. But right now...
No sounds at all, though...
This itchy feeling without even enhancing her hearing to catch those noises—it was a first. Feeling a bit unfamiliar with her body's reaction, she instinctively slid her hand downward anyway.
-Squelch♥
"Mm...♥"
No one had taught her, but piecing together her body's signals and the info from those nightly peeps, she'd figured out masturbation on her own. At first, Kir just listened to the explicit sounds every night, but eventually, she learned to soothe her heated body while doing it. Hearing pleas to touch certain spots, she'd clumsily mimicked the motions—and it felt amazing. So whenever her body warmed up, she'd touch herself to cool the fire. And now, with Yuseong's scent filling her nose, her body heating the same way, Kir absentmindedly reached down out of habit.
-...'Squelch♥Schlick♥
"Hnn...♥Ah...♥Mmng...♥"
Worried Yuseong might wake, she clamped one hand over her mouth to muffle herself as she continued. Inhaling his oddly addictive scent deeply, she recalled the recent event.
Yuseong's room had those sounds too...
Surprisingly, they came from Yuseong next door. That night, using her ability before bed like always, she'd been shocked to hear it from his room—the same sounds she caught nightly. She'd focused harder than ever. A strange woman's voice trickled in, along with wet squelches and creaking bedframe. And that night, like now...
"Haht...Ut...♥"
...she'd soothed the rising heat by touching herself down there.
What... were they doing?
After that night, Kir grew curious about the act she still couldn't grasp. She'd been content just hearing the sounds before, but knowing they came from Yuseong's room made her wonder what it was. Probably something a man and woman did together—touching, inserting something... She wanted to know. What had Yuseong done with that woman? No, more than that...
...Me too.
For reasons she couldn't name, she wanted him to do it to her. The next day, no woman emerged from his room, which piqued her curiosity further...
How can I get Yuseong to do it to me?
She hadn't grasped it was a form of mating. But as a cat beastkin instinctively drawn to a prime male's scent, her breeding instincts were awakening from deep within.
Hng. Most times a man and woman share a room, those sounds happen...
She hadn't told Yuseong, but sharing a tent with him had sparked expectations. She didn't know the lead-up to those sounds, but in her shallow knowledge, they came when a man and woman slept in the same space.
Yes. Her persistent suggestions to sleep together stemmed partly from hoping proximity would lead to that.
"Mmng...♥Ng...♥"
Her hand on her lower parts carried an instinctive regret. Even as she did something she wouldn't show others (masturbating), it felt okay to let Yuseong see it, which puzzled her faintly.
"Yuseong... you really asleep?"
Whispering his name low, conflicting wishes coexisted: Don't wake and please wake. Telling him she'd eavesdropped might anger him, so she couldn't ask—but she wanted to know what happened that night. And if he'd do it to her.
"Aht...♥"
Channeling that longing into her hand, a drop of fluid leaked through her thin clothes onto Yuseong's body. Normally, a light touch would've settled her heat, but today it lingered, flaring hotter.
"Mm...."
"...!"
Mid-frenzy, Yuseong stirred beneath her. His firm forearm grazed her soft breast; his thigh brushed her crotch as he shifted.
"Ut...!♥"
In that light contact, lightning jolted through her, body shuddering.
"Yuseong... you awake?"
Had she woken him? Anxious, she peered at his face—only steady breaths. Relieved yet fixated on the sensation, she began rubbing against him bit by bit.
-Rub♥Rub♥
Her perky breasts ground against his solid chest; she slotted her crotch along his log-like thigh, rocking gently.
"Ah..Ut...♥"
His hard, rough skin—unlike her softness—brushed her everywhere, delivering strange pleasure.
Bad... he'll wake...
Her mind questioned why, but her body wouldn't stop. Unaware this was a cat's marking—rubbing scent on possessions or favorites—her beastkin instincts had kicked in.
After a while of grinding...
-Twitch♥
"...Huh?"
Not just her—Yuseong's body, mana deliberately depleted to sleep, reacted too. The aroused female's scent and persistent soft friction roused one spot.
-Throb!♥
His crotch swelled under thin pants.
"E, eh?"
Kir, whose sex knowledge came solely from sounds, panicked at the sudden bulge—ignorant of the real thing.
But even so...
"Sniff...♥Sniff...♥"
Feeling her body react, thirst rising, she wrinkled her nose and inhaled the intensifying scent. Burying her face in his nape, savoring sweat and male musk, she trailed downward: solid pecs, washboard abs, until her face met his groin.
"Sniff...!♥"
The far thicker smell made her eyes widen; she half-buried her face. Seeing it twitch under fabric, she inhaled while resuming her hand.
-Squelch♥Squelch♥
"Haaang...Eheut..♥"
Like a catnip-addled feline, she lolled her head, mouth agape, drool slipping as her hand worked furiously.
And then, instinctively, she realized.
...Ah♥.
Nightly lewd sounds always mentioned "put it in" or thick, long things. She'd puzzled over it watching passing men, clueless...
...This is it...♥
The thick shape discernible through pants. Couldn't strip them for a look, but this had to be the "thick thing" from those talks.
Put... this in?
But one answer birthed another. If this was that, what did women mean begging to "put it in"...
-Squelch♥
"Ahht...!"
...Ah.
That question answered itself as her body part throbbed at the scent and twitching outline.
"Yuseooong....♥"
Now begging him to wake, her voice louder, she ground desperately.
And perhaps it reached him.
-Grab!!
"A...!"
Shifting, Yuseong turned toward her, hugging her tight like a pillow. Enveloped by firm arms, drowning in thick male scent...
"...Heung...♥"
-Squirt.....♥
Hot fluid gushed from her crotch in climax. Like a cat in heat marking territory, it soaked into Yuseong. Still held tight, she...
"Fuwahhh...♥"
...ignored cleanup, closed her eyes, and purred into sleep.
......
The next day.
"Shit...!"
Waking to Kir asleep in his arms, Yuseong desperately hoped she'd stay out, swapping pants quick.
Can't believe I held it this long...!
His soaked underwear, sticky with white, tossed aside. Too wet for mere wet dream, but mercifully(?), Yuseong just felt ashamed at nocturnal emissions at his age, handling cleanup quietly. He cracked the tent flap for air, left Kir gently, and stepped out.
"Ahem... See?"
"Told ya. Pay up 10 silvers."
Outside on watch, two male beastkin sniffed the faint scent on Yuseong, exchanging coins.
"Youth's wasted on the young, huh? Even with a tent, camping near others..."
"Looks like the girl's the eager one. She'll have him leashed soon."
"......?"
Yuseong eyed the chatting beastkin curiously but shrugged it off, heading to bushes to wash up quick.
A beastkin female rubbing her scent on a male? Among them, it meant "This male's mine."