Chapter 108
Dalshinyang was hit with a massive culture shock. 'Y-You're the Hero, nyang?' She was utterly confused. She never imagined the human who'd captured her could be the Hero. Sure, she was one of the Demon King's executives, but she was little more than a puppet he'd forced into the seat anyway.
But learning that the man who'd caught her—and half-forcibly taken her virginity—was the Hero? Dalshinyang figured it was for the best. At least this Hero didn't seem intent on killing her, which meant sticking by his side might be the safest option. Of course, she hadn't abandoned her plan to slip away from the battlefield when the chance arose, but for now, staying close to the Hero felt like the smart move.
"Ah, this is my pet."
When she heard the Hero say that upon entering the elves' village, Dalshinyang's pride took a hit. Beastkin often ended up as human concubines, but being openly treated like a pet was a new humiliation for her.
'Just you wait, you Hero bastard! I'll get my revenge someday, nyang!'
Grinding her teeth, she lay limp over the saddle like a corpse. Her relations with elves were rocky, and her current situation was disadvantageous anyway. A true gentleman's revenge was never too late, even after ten years—and Dalshinyang prided herself on her deep patience.
But that revenge plan had to be revised before even a day passed.
The fight between the old man called Light Sword and the Hero—it was a level of combat Dalshinyang had never witnessed, even in the Demon King's army. She'd battled the Hero to escape him, but she realized he'd barely used a tenth of his power in that moment.
'Crazy, why are humans so strong, nyang?'
Truth be told, Balam and Kauli near her were pretty strong too, but Dalshinyang—born arrogant and spoiled—severely underestimated them. Like most people who downplay the talents of those close to them, she figured Balam and Kauli were leagues below the Hero and Light Sword.
'Humans are definitely winning this, nyang!'
Watching the monstrous Light Sword and Hero clash, that's how Dalshinyang judged it. If the humans were going to win the war, there was no point risking escape now—that was her thinking. From then on, she acted fairly cooperative toward the Hero. Though bound head to toe, her cooperation amounted to keeping her mouth shut and staying still.
'But what the hell are these crazies, nyang?!'
The real issue arose after Light Sword and his disciple left. The Hero began setting up camp near the elf village, quickly pitching a decent tent. Inside went the purple-haired mage woman and the blonde female knight. Naturally, the prisoner Dalshinyang was included too.
Dalshinyang found it odd that only the saintess-looking woman stayed out, but what followed was enough to shatter her common sense.
"R-Reward... I, I endured so long."
The purple-haired woman said that as she stripped, and the blonde knight naturally began undressing too. As the flawless-bodied women bared themselves, Dalshinyang watched the Hero's pants bulge, swallowing hard.
The Hero first embraced the purple-haired woman—Karen, apparently—while the blonde knight, Jena, stimulated his body from the side, assisting. Watching him handle two women at once, Dalshinyang's eyes sparkled.
"Hiiik—! Haa... G-Good... this feeling! Haaang!"
Seeing the purple-haired woman shudder atop the Hero's cock, Dalshinyang felt an itch in her own pussy. She'd been half-drunk when she hooked up with him, but she hadn't hated the sensation.
But her thoughts shifted once the blonde stepped up.
Beside the limp purple-haired woman, the blonde casually offered her pussy to the Hero like it was her turn. He plunged in without hesitation.
It wasn't the two-at-once that shocked Dalshinyang—Demon King's army had all sorts, and gangbanging multiple women didn't even qualify as extreme.
But...
"Haaang! G-Gallop! Jena's galloping. Hiiing!"
Mimicking a horse's neigh while fucking? That was a new level of madness, even for her. And this blonde knight, who moments ago looked depressed after losing her duel, was now whinnying like a real mare.
'All an act, nyang?'
To Dalshinyang's eyes, even that gloom seemed like a ploy for the Hero's attention.
"Hiiit!! M-Mount! Jena's your mount, Hero!"
"Yeah, got it. You're my mount."
And for some reason, the self-proclaimed mount glared coldly at Dalshinyang. The sharp-witted catkin instantly realized it was jealousy over the Hero calling her his pet.
'I-I don't want that stupid title, nyang!'
Dalshinyang shot the blonde an aggrieved look, but she was too busy glaring back—even mid-thrust—asking what right she had.
That arrogant, bitchy expression oddly mirrored Dalshinyang's own on the battlefield. And that's when she finally understood why others called her unlucky.
'Damn, I really am unlucky. Nyang.'
The deepest hatred was always for those like oneself—tribal loathing.
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"Huaaah!! M-Mount!!"
I erupted inside Jena, obsessed with her mount role, then slowly pulled out. Karen had earned her reward per our deal, and Jena needed cheering up after losing to Lucille and looking down.
After sending the two women off in our hasty campsite, I eyed Dalshinyang wriggling against her bonds.
She stared at me, Karen, and Jena with confused eyes. I approached her slowly.
"Wh-What, nyang?"
I untied the ropes binding her tense body. As the restraints fell away, her face grew even more on edge.
"Clean it."
"Eh?"
"Clean my dick."
I thrust my cock toward her face. Fresh from dumping loads in Karen and Jena, it was coated in cum. Her rough cat tongue was perfect for the job, and I had no intention of wasting a captured prize just to tease.
"...Nngh! Too much, nyang."
She grimaced but naturally took my cock in her mouth. Quick on the uptake, she knew her place.
I stroked her head approvingly as she scraped off the cum. I'd called her my pet on impulse, but now I thought keeping a pet cat might not be bad.
"D-Done, nyang?"
I nodded at her question; her tongue had cleaned it spotless.
Honestly, up to then, I had no specific plans for her. I'd tasted her pussy recently enough, and after Karen and Jena back-to-back, I wasn't horny.
But seeing her stretch after release—maybe stiff from the bonds—changed that.
Having swallowed my cum, Dalshinyang arched into the classic cat pose, loosening her waist. Her dizzying waistline and the valley of her spinal erectors down her back seized my gaze.
I might've left her alone if it stopped there. But her next pose was the problem.
She lay sideways on the ground, hoisting one leg sky-high. Then she bent forward, licking her own pussy with her tongue.
Whether teasing me or catkin instinct didn't matter. What did: impossible for a human, she lapped her pussy—and my lower body reacted.
"Wh-What, nyang?!"
"Shut up and spread 'em, Dalshinyang."
And if there was one change since regressing, it was never holding back from what I wanted.