Volume 4 Chapter 11 Negotiation Established＊
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After a brief, intimate greeting, she led him inside.
This must be the madam’s personal quarters. The layout resembled the rooms for rent, modest and sparse. A lattice window let in the occasional insect, while thin white curtains filtered the light gently. A simple bed lay with a gray futon spread across it.
The room felt plain and unadorned—scarce possessions lending it a humble, almost austere atmosphere.
”Nyaan?!” he exclaimed softly.
As soon as they entered, he reached out and gently squeezed her rear.
Her slender tail curled immediately around his arm in response.
Ignoring her slightly worried glance, he pulled her close, pressing their bodies together as he guided her forward. It was as if she already belonged to him, though they’d only just met.
”H-no… please, no penetration~nya,” she stammered quietly.
”I know,” he answered with a teasing smile. “Touching’s fine, isn’t it? I just can’t help admiring this lovely figure of yours.”
He held her close against his chest, letting his hands explore the soft curves beneath his fingers.
Her form yielded easily, molding gently around his touch. It made him imagine how nice it would be to be closer in a deeper way.
”Nya? You think my behind is inappropriate?” she asked, a hint of shyness in her voice.
”Maybe a little. I just want to be close to you, gently, from behind,” he said softly.
”Nyaa?! No, no, please~nya…” Her ears drooped sadly, showing more hesitation than resistance. She was certainly charming for someone in her thirties.
She said hugging was acceptable, but no more, which felt strange. Her tail stayed curled around his arm, giving her a dependent air.
”Why not? Do you have a husband?”
”Myaa, I’m careful with whom I share these things. I don’t have a husband~nya. If I did, I’d be telling you off right now,” she answered with a small smile.
How bold, considering she had initiated this encounter. Besides, she’d already shared an intimate moment with him, so the prudence seemed more playful than strict.
Still, it was promising. No partner meant a chance to progress gently. At her age, she likely had given up on marriage, and since she was selling her favors, she must crave affection.
From now, he would have to guide her gently—to make her want to open herself in her own time.
”Nyaa… what now? Shall we rest a little~nya?”
”Let’s move to the bed. Next time, it’s my turn,” he said with a confident smile.
As he spoke, the madam slipped off her inner garment.
Her ample chest came into view, rising and falling softly.
They were full and firm, pleasantly springy to the touch.
”…nyaa,” she whispered.
The madam sat down on the gray futon and looked up at him with pleading eyes. She was bare above the waist, wearing only soft cotton shorts below. If he could manage it, she might be ready soon.
First, he needed to set the mood. He gently laid her on her side.
”Nyaan… nyaa,” she murmured softly.
As she rolled over, she reached out and grasped him lightly.
It seemed she wanted to feel him. He let her hold him, focusing instead on exploring her body.
Her breasts spread out, tips pointing upward.
He kissed them softly, causing a subtle shiver from her.
She smells like sunshine, he thought.
She must spend time basking in the sun.
There was no strong animal scent, just a gentle, intriguing fragrance that was almost dizzying. For now, though, he focused on her breasts—the symbol of femininity—touching and kissing them soothingly.
”All men love breasts~nya,” she teased.
”That’s true. Madam, how many people have admired these lovely curves of yours?”
”Nya… that’s a lady’s secret~nya,” she said playfully.
Could be a few or many—if these women had been his own, he’d feel jealous. But for tonight, experienced companions were better. They knew just how to please.
He teased her nipples gently, flicking and kneading them.
She let out a soft, pleased sigh. Perfect. A newcomer would have recoiled, but a seasoned woman enjoyed the attention.
While it was rewarding to awaken someone slowly, experienced women responded quickly to gentle touch.
”Nyann! S-stop it~nya…” she protested with a playful laugh.
”I’m not stopping yet. Move your hand,” he said with a grin.
He slid his hand lower, but she pressed hers down firmly.
He chided her lightly. Since he’d paid, she owed him some touch.
With a quick move, he pulled off her shorts.
Her soft, lightly furred skin was revealed, warm and inviting.
”You’re ready,” he said softly.
”Nya… it’s a little embarrassing~nya…” she murmured.
”Not at all. Come on, customer’s going to be gentle. Open your legs,” he urged kindly.
He reminded her gently of her role, and she hesitated before reluctantly parting her legs just enough.
She presented herself shyly as he slipped a hand in, cupping her softly.
His finger brushed the delicate folds, warm and inviting.
She was very receptive—there was no need for a long warm-up.
He wished they could be more intimate here, but that wasn’t the service offered.
Still, he wondered if he could coax her to let things go further.
He slowly explored inside her with his finger, feeling the tender textures.
With his free hand, he pinched and caressed the sensitive bundle nearby, stimulating her with both hands.
She shivered and let out a soft “nyan,” curling her tail around his arm again.
She squirmed closer, her face near his waist.
”…How many times do you want to… meow?” she whispered.
”I can’t be satisfied unless I get to be closer to you, madam,” he said warmly.
”Nya… we’re not doing that~nya…” she replied softly.
She stretched out her neck and gently took him in her mouth.
Determined not to let him go further, she began to caress him carefully with her lips.
She wasn’t simply submitting; she was actively taking control.
He could feel her soft mouth working slowly and tenderly.
What to do now?
Tease and deny? Use words to coax her? Or find a clever way to win her over?
While warming her body with gentle breaths, he searched for her weak spots.
Though her knowledge was a mystery, her body spoke volumes.
He pinpointed her sensitive areas by watching her reactions in seconds.
The cat girl, thirty-two years old, was honest but practical.
She probably wouldn’t give in easily to teasing alone.
In that case—
”Aah, the feeling of you being so responsive is wonderful. You’re so warm and inviting; there’s no way this wouldn’t feel good. You truly have a lovely softness,” he murmured.
”Nyuu… Sex is off-limits. But I’ll let you enjoy yourself in other ways~nyaa,” she said softly.
”No way. I definitely want to be close to a girl like you,” he replied with a smile.
With a slow, rhythmic touch designed to please her, he caressed and teased her most sensitive spots.
Her body trembled slightly, and he kept the pace steady, rubbing and kneading with care.
”Nyaa… Nyaaah!” she whispered.
”Are you close? Alright, I’ll watch you,” he said gently.
He continued his touch, feeling her hips convulse in soft waves.
She couldn’t hold back any longer, releasing into quiet moans.
She pulled back gently, catching her breath and holding his hand.
Her legs trembled as he held them open, increasing the rhythm slightly.
”Nyaaaaaaaah!” she gasped.
Though a cat beastkin, she jumped with the intensity of a fish on a line.
Her body shuddered three strong times as she gripped his hand and tail tightly.
Her legs tried to close, but he kept them apart with gentle pressure as he continued to soothe her.
”Nyaa~nyaa, help me! I’m already… nyaa!”
”It’s alright. Leave it to me. Let yourself go,” he whispered.
He didn’t let this moment end.
He continued his tender touch, listening to the soft sounds she made.
He kneaded her gently, focusing on easing her tension and making her feel cared for.
Her body trembled, but her deepest feelings refused to reach another peak. Her muscles continued to contract gently, and she began to release quietly, pressing softly against him.
The cat girl madam, breathless and unsteady, tried to catch her breath as he continued to gently stimulate her most sensitive spots. His fingers moved with steady persistence, tracing over her pleasure points again and again. She gripped him tighter with each touch, holding on as if to anchor herself.
The firm presence resting against her face felt a little overwhelming, but he did not stop. His fingers continued their tender dance while she practiced, until her trembling slowly eased.
”Huu~♡ Huu~♡ Huu~♡” she sighed softly, her breathing calming.
Once her peak had passed, he finally withdrew. She lay spread out on the futon, legs open, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths—a woman clearly beyond her youth, utterly spent.
Her breaths were ragged, but it was clear she had thoroughly enjoyed the gentle teasing and attention, feeling revived like a young woman once more.
Playfully, he reached out and pinched her nipples, making her body flinch in response, muscles stiffening at the simple touch.
”Good, good,” he murmured, “You’re almost ready.”
It was time.
Taking advantage of her fatigue, Klock moved smoothly between her legs.
Her soft, trembling form refused to close, slick with warmth. He pressed himself against the thoroughly relaxed and ready real thing. There was no resistance, and that was a clear sign of welcome.
Without a word, he moved forward, entering her with ease.
”FunyaaN!? —Mmmmph♡” she gasped, startled but unable to resist.
He slid in smoothly, reaching deep inside. It was snug but welcoming, made easier by her warmth and softness. It felt just right.
”…Ahh, that’s much better. A man’s place is here,” he said, pressing his weight down on her.
He covered her trembling body, moving gently into her defenseless form. He pushed deeply, fully present, his weight asserting his presence while her recently relaxed muscles moved around him, welcoming him even when he paused.
He felt a sweet ache, as if her body was silently inviting him.
”Nyaan…! You’re not supposed to…!” she whispered, voice shaking.
He hovered above her, face close to hers. The tanuki madam’s cheeks flushed bright red, tears in her eyes as she spoke, but her words lacked conviction—especially with a small smile playing at her lips. It was clear she was enjoying this far more than she let on.
”You didn’t refuse when I asked before, so I thought you’d changed your mind,” he said quietly.
”I didn’t hear anything like that~nyaa!” she replied softly.
He had never spoken a word about it. That was true.
”Well, it’s too late now. Might as well enjoy ourselves,” he said calmly.
”Nya, no good… I want you to stop—Nyaa!” she whimpered, but he ignored her protests.
Since everything was going smoothly, there was no need for more talk. He gently covered her mouth to silence her, then began moving carefully.
”NnnnNH!? …Nn, NnN, NnnuuU…♡” she moaned quietly.
”Oh, that’s so good. Looks like the madam wanted this too,” he teased softly.
Her insides felt wonderful for a woman her age—too good, even. He’d grown more confident and sure, but reasons didn’t matter. What mattered was she knew how to respond, and it felt wonderful.
”You’re glad to see me. Why didn’t you say so earlier?” he joked.
She couldn’t speak, only shaking her head helplessly. He took that as a yes and pressed on, savoring the warm, tender sensation wrapping around him.
Having relaxed once made all the difference—she seemed to be inviting him now. Perhaps Beastkins really did react this way. His confidence grew stronger, as if encouraged to continue.
Today, at last, his body seemed to realize it was with the real thing, no longer fooled by imitations.
”────Ah!”
Just as he was thinking how different this was from before, his body suddenly tensed.
He reached his peak inside her, warmth flowing deep within.
”Nnh?! Nn──! NnNH!! NnUUU!!” she gasped softly, feeling every pulse.
An experienced woman would know immediately by the change. The innkeeper felt the warmth inside her and started breathing faster, pressing gently on his back, signaling him to slow.
”What the hell—just calm down!” she urged.
But he couldn’t. The moment overwhelmed him.
He held her close, moving deeply as he finished, giving himself fully.
Though unexpected, it was proof she felt amazing. So he offered himself openly.
He stayed close, and the quiet flow continued, filling her fully. Finally, he let go of her mouth.
The cat innkeeper’s cheeks flushed bright red, tears streaming as she looked up at him with a soft, trembling voice.
”Nya, why did you do that inside me…?” she whispered.
”It’s fine. It’s better this way, right? You don’t have a boyfriend, so no need to worry,” he said, patting her gently to soothe her.
Her worries didn’t matter—whether she had someone or not. He simply brushed it off with a calm smile.
”What are you gonna do if it happens~nya!” the innkeeper cried out, her tail bristling.
”Well,” the man replied with a crooked grin, “you better give birth. It’s a child with the innkeeper, so it must be cute, right~”
”Nya~nyaww?! This isn’t about being cute!! How are we supposed to live~nya!!” she wailed, ears flat as panic overtook her.
As the quiet plan of slow, creeping affection inched forward, the innkeeper—clearly at her limit—suddenly unsheathed her claws. They shimmered faintly in the light, impossibly long and far sharper than expected. His heart nearly stopped as he lunged to grab her wrists.
He hadn’t known that cat Beastkin came naturally armed. A single scratch could mean real trouble.
”That’s the worst~nya!” she exclaimed, nearly shouting. “You go and act recklessly with a stranger even though you already have two women?!”
”No, no, you’ve got it wrong!” he insisted quickly, holding her arms gently. “It’s all a misunderstanding! I’ll take responsibility—really!”
”What do you mean misunderstanding~nya!” she snapped, her eyes flashing. “You’re just planning to run off after this, aren’t you?! How are you going to take responsibility~nya?!”
Her voice was rising, sharp and panicked, on the edge of tears. Her tail lashed wildly, and the glare she fixed on him could’ve turned steel to ash.
Beastkin, it turned out, were much scarier when upset than he’d imagined.
He needed to act—now. Time for the trump card.
He hesitated for only a moment, heart pounding. It felt wasteful, but there was no point in holding back.
Loosening his grip, he reached into his pocket just before she could lash out again.
”…Nya?” Her ears perked, surprised.
”Here. Take this and calm down,” he said, placing something in her palm. “With this much, we can live without worry, right?”
It was a gold coin—gleaming, radiant. The one Adelina had entrusted to him. A coin said to have the power to sway the world.
Her hands trembled as she looked down at it.
”Huh…? Wha…what is this~nya…? Are you serious?!” she asked, her voice softening but still filled with disbelief.
She stared between the coin and his face, her brows twitching in shock. He barely held back a laugh. Her expression was too genuine—it deserved respect.
”See?” he said, with a calming tone. “Even if there’s two of us, everything will be alright. So let’s set those claws aside… and continue.”
With great care, he lowered her hand. Then, moving gently, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of her chest.
”N-Nnya,” she gasped, her voice cracking in surprise.
Still, her face remained tangled in confusion, unsure how to interpret the sudden tenderness.
”Nya… d-don’t tell me you were actually serious about… about making me yours?” she asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.
”…Yeah,” he murmured, his tone quiet but firm. “I am. Now… I want to be with you.”
Of course, he was still weighing his options. But this—this moment—needed a gentle lie. Or maybe it was a half-truth he was starting to believe.
He reached out and gave her a light tap, encouraging her to turn over.
She hesitated, face flushed, her tail twitching as though unsure whether to run or curl around him.
Then, slowly, uncertainly, she shifted. Her white figure turned away, her brown tail swaying down, and she lay exposed, half-inviting yet half-frozen in place.
Though her thoughts were scattered, her body spoke clearly.
”Good,” he whispered. “I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”
”…Nya… I’m not sure what to say…” she murmured, her voice barely audible.
He pressed against her gently again. Before she could protest further, before doubt could settle in again, he moved—softly, firmly.
”…Irina…” she said.
”?” he blinked, surprised.
”You can call me Irina…” she offered, quietly.
She’d made up her mind, it seemed. Even if only for tonight.
”That’s a cute name,” he said with a faint smile. “You should’ve told me sooner.”
”Nya… I used to like it more when I was younger. Now it just sounds childish—nya!” she gasped again, her voice catching.
He continued gently, rhythmically, careful not to rush her.
”Nya~nyaa! Please wait—listen to me~nya!” she cried out, voice cracking with urgency.
”Hmm?” he answered softly, not stopping.
”…I can’t close this inn~nya. I can’t just tag along with your guests and disappear.”
She turned away slightly, her gaze flicking back over her shoulder, conflicted.
He paused. He knew what she was trying to say.
”I don’t know where your people are going, but I can’t follow~nya,” she continued. “This inn might be small, but I’ve got children here. I can’t abandon them. I can’t just become your woman~nya…”
Even in the midst of closeness, her voice trembled with honesty.
Her sense of responsibility hadn’t been erased by a coin. She was grounded, devoted to those who depended on her.
”…I see,” he replied simply, his voice warm.
”Nya… I’m sorry. I really am,” she whispered. “Thank you for your feelings, but… I can’t leave the kids, or shut the inn. So… at least let me give you this moment~nya. Please let that be enough.”
Her ears drooped, her head bowed low.
Then, lifting her hips shyly, she presented herself again—quietly sinking her form into the futon, her movements full of gentle resignation.
”Alright then,” he said softly. “When I come back to this town, let’s spend time together again. As much as we want.”
”…Nya.”
”But if I don’t return within a month, just assume something happened. An accident… and move on.”
”…Nya? I understand~nya.”
That was enough. There was no need for lingering regrets. Just this moment, now.
Their bodies moved in harmony. Her soft, warm presence enveloped him, and the way she trembled in his arms only deepened his longing.
Each movement was met with warmth—soft, firm, comforting.
”Nya~nyaaN… Oh, c-customer… I mean, Mr. Klock… Please, tell me your name properly~” she whispered.
”Huh…? Oh, Klock…” he murmured—and realized too late that he’d let the real one slip.
”Nya… Mr. Klock… ♡” she repeated sweetly, her tail wrapping gently around his hand.
Her voice had a softness to it now, like she was holding onto something precious.
As she clung to his hand, her warmth deepened. Her reactions became more affectionate—gentle squeezes, hesitant sighs, soft touches that hinted at deeper feelings.
Their pace quickened with silent understanding. The room echoed with tender sounds, small gasps, and affectionate whispers.
This might be the last time, he thought. So he cherished it—every second, every breath, every soft cry.
”NyaaN… NyaaN…♡”
Her voice rose, delicate and breathy.
He responded by holding her tighter, his expression tense but warm, pouring everything he had into this final, quiet moment.
”Nyaa!! Nya… Oh, customer… Mr. Klock♡ Thank you~nya. With this… we won’t go hungry~nya~”
Her hips gave a strong, involuntary twitch.
She let out a long, shivering breath as her tail squeezed around his hand again, clinging tightly.
As if she didn’t want to let go.
”You’re a tricky one,” he murmured with a small grin. “Don’t go running off, okay?”
She didn’t answer—just pressed closer, tail curling tighter, as if silently promising she wouldn’t.
And he, holding her with care, offered the same silent promise in return.
* * *
”…I even took your gold. I guess I’ll have no choice but to give you a lively child♡ …But I won’t let you do it until you’re properly prepared, so don’t get any ideas.”
Irina’s voice carried that teasing edge again, light and mischievous. Despite the sweet tone, there was a distinct firmness behind her words.
”You’ve got some nerve saying that after the fact. Up for a rematch?” Klock responded with a mocking tone, lips curled into a knowing smirk.
At his provocation, Irina frantically waved both hands, her expression flustered and her tail twitching in panic.
”Just kidding!” she exclaimed quickly, puffing her cheeks. “Now I understand why Mr. Klock had two girls with him. He’s got such a robust virility and a huge—well, no wonder the poor girls can’t keep up. Even Mia would probably lose to your stamina!”
Though she meant it as a joke, it wasn’t far from the truth. Klock, for his part, wasn’t fully satisfied yet.
Ever since acquiring the Silent Roper, his physical capabilities had been enhanced beyond normal limits. Unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately—it hadn’t affected his libido at all. If anything, it only made things worse. When he went all out, his partners couldn’t endure the pace. He didn’t have any particular reason to push himself that hard, but from a woman’s perspective, stopping too soon might be seen as a lack of interest or effort. That kind of misunderstanding—he knew it too well.
”I can’t very well accept your money and leave you unsatisfied,” Irina said with a small groan, rubbing her aching hips. “But my legs are shaking so bad… Mr. Klock, would you mind going around to the back instead?”
She was clearly at her limit. Klock blinked, confused by her phrasing—”the back”? Before he could ask, Irina handed him a small, colorful ticket.
”Huh? What’s this?” he asked, studying it.
”It’s a special VIP ticket,” she explained, puffing her chest out proudly. “There’s a shop out back. If you take this there, my juniors will take very good care of you. It’s free, so go on and enjoy yourself!”
There were establishments like that—ones with backdoor services and secret rooms for exclusive guests. VIP tickets let customers bypass regular queues and enjoy premium treatment.
Now that he thought about it, the junior from before—her impressive skills made more sense. If she came from a place like that, her technique wasn’t just random talent. It was training.
”Thanks,” Klock said, though a small hesitation lingered. “But… are you sure it’s okay?”
”It’s fine~nya,” Irina replied, her ears perking up. “Mr. Klock is a good person~nya. Those girls can make a living thanks to you, so it’s only natural to return the favor~nya.”
Her words gave him pause.
He glanced toward her. What did she mean by make a living? Irina aside, was that junior really being supported by this?
Thinking back, the child she’d mentioned feeding must have been the same girl. So the gold coins weren’t solely for Irina’s own pocket. But if the girl was from such a place, wasn’t she earning enough?
”What, is the pay there low?” he asked. “Or is the manager just stingy?”
”The inn and the shop are both run by Mya~nya,” Irina said, brushing her fingers through her hair. “The place is just dead~nya. Not many people come around… Everyone’s scared of cat Beastkin~nya.”
Klock’s brows rose slightly. Mya… so she was the manager?
To operate both an inn and another shop on the human continent wasn’t something an average person could do. She must’ve had some real skill.
”Scared of cat Beastkin? That’s a new one.”
”It’s not the humans who are scared~nya. It’s other Beastkin~nya,” Irina said with a small sigh. “The emperor favors his own kind. That’s why others keep their distance. And humans? They prefer rabbit Beastkin. They’re quieter, more docile… and more lewd. They all run off to the Nushutei competitor shop instead~nya. Well, most of our customers here are still human~nya.”
Klock nodded thoughtfully.
Rabbit Beastkin… he had heard rumors about them.
They were said to be perpetually in heat, driven by instinct. Just a stroke of their tail could get them aroused. Their natural scent was reportedly even stronger than that of dogs. While cat and dog Beastkin dominated the continent demographically, in terms of sheer popularity, rabbits sat at the top. At least, that was the claim. Personally, he had never seen one himself.
”I see,” he muttered. “Since I’m already here, I might as well check it out later. But first, I’ll borrow the bath.”
”Nya. Do you know how to use it~nya?” Irina asked, tilting her head.
Klock reached over to ruffle her hair gently, then stretched his back with a yawn as he stepped away.
Just before exiting the room, he turned back one last time.
Irina, once so lively, now sat quietly on the edge of the bed. Her kitten-like form curled slightly as she stared blankly ahead.
He thought about saying something—”It was good service,” or perhaps “I’ll spoil you again sometime.” But no words came.
Better not to say anything that would make her more emotionally invested.
She had a strange innocence to her. For someone in her line of work, she was far more sincere than he expected.
That made it worse.
He felt a tinge of guilt, a low ache beneath his usual apathy. Maybe he should’ve kept his distance altogether.
In the end, if she got hurt by this… the responsibility would fall on him.
If only he’d just endured. If he’d turned down that blowjob, there’d be no need to pay her with actual gold coins. Boit—that traitorous bastard—would probably cry laughing if he heard. With that much money, Klock could’ve bought not just Irina but the entire shop outright.
The exchange rate was ridiculous anyway. But… it was too late now.
What a waste, he thought, sighing heavily.
Anyway, money had never brought him anything but complications. If Irina used it wisely, then that was all that mattered.
For now, there was no point overthinking things.
Shaking off those thoughts, he made his way back toward his own room.
* * *
”Hmm? Adelina?” Klock called out softly as he entered.
There was no reply. No blank-eyed greeting. No sign of the girl who should’ve been quietly sitting nearby.
The room was empty.
”…Gone for a walk?” he muttered, glancing around.
He had deliberately kept his companions on a tight, low-profile leash. It wasn’t like her to act on her own. Her bag was missing, though his was left behind—still open, with all its contents untouched.
Shopping? Helping Suzette? The possibilities flickered through his mind, but none of them felt right.
”…Well, whatever,” he said at last, rubbing the back of his neck.
Even someone like Adelina must crave a moment of freedom now and then.
Deciding not to worry about it, Klock began preparing the bath. He still had the VIP ticket in hand—and the promised “fun” with Irina’s juniors ahead.
Now wasn’t the time to get caught up in trivial concerns.
Notes:
• Adelina – The slave girl.
• Irina – She introduced herself as the innkeeper’s name, a 32-year-old with a youthful appearance, who enjoys being sexually satisfied by Klock. A beastkin cat.
• Boit – A merchant involved in human trafficking, with a villainous face and a loud, obnoxious voice. He is pragmatic and willing to help Klock escape the country in exchange for something. His relationship with Klock is business-like, though both are aware of each other’s illicit activities.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
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