Volume 4 Chapter 15 Money Solves Everything＊
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
It felt as if a wild beast had suddenly appeared—such an illusion washed over Klock.
Two figures materialized before him. One was Larana, who smiled gracefully, her figure well-endowed. The other was a woman unknown to him, her sharp, slanted eyes exuding a fierce presence, her body marked by a black-and-white mesh-like pattern.
”Pardon me, sir. I must be rather forward,” the black-and-white wild woman announced as she addressed Klock. Without hesitation, she stepped directly in front of him. She grabbed Mina’s arm—who was attending to customers—and firmly pulled her outside.
What Mina had been concealing was now exposed to the open air. Mina glanced briefly at Klock as if silently seeking assistance, but before he could react, she was dragged beyond the washroom.
Larana moved in to take her place. Blushing faintly, she offered a professional smile. Just as Klock’s attention shifted to her, the door slammed shut behind them.
Klock was left alone with Larana.
”…What’s happening here?” he asked, his voice betraying his confusion.
Larana stepped closer, pressing gently against him and guiding him backward until his back met the wall. His thoughts struggled to keep pace with the sudden turn of events.
Looking up at Klock, she wore a bright, cheerful expression. At the same time, a sharp, decisive sound came from outside.
”—!” Larana’s smile faltered for a moment.
”P-please—go away!” came a strained voice from beyond the barrier.
Though muffled by the wall, an unpleasant tension was unmistakable. Two presences passed by, leaving Klock with a silent urge to exclaim, but he remained quiet.
With Larana so near, he decided it was best to keep his emotions guarded and responded cautiously.
”I’m sorry, Mr. Klock. This sort of thing shouldn’t happen here, but since she invited you forcefully, you must have been troubled. I will reprimand her later, so please forgive us,” Larana said softly.
Forgive? Klock’s mind raced. Had someone given orders behind the scenes? Or was Mina acting on her own accord? His confusion deepened, but Larana continued without pause.
”However, we can’t just end things like this. Since this occurred on our watch, I will take full responsibility and see it through.”
Larana fixed her gaze intently on Klock. Maintaining her gentle smile, she lowered her eyes subtly.
In her line of sight was a very noticeable and firm impression beneath his clothing. It was larger than average. Without any sign of discomfort, she extended her hand and traced the outline delicately.
”You have quite a robust attribute,” she observed with a measured tone. “It’s a sign of masculinity and vigor. If other women noticed it, some might be drawn to you, like Mina.”
Although Klock had initiated this, it seemed this had been the intended setup all along.
He had been to many places before, but a situation like this was unfamiliar. While he tried desperately to read the mood, Larana placed a hand on her chest. She hooked a finger on the edge of her dress and pulled it down sharply in one smooth motion.
The soft fabric stretched but did not tear, and a large, rounded form was revealed, swinging slightly in front of him.
Klock couldn’t help but express surprise and admiration instinctively. He reached out and gently supported the soft mass.
It felt heavy—definitely substantial. Far too large to be for a child. It seemed designed to attract and entice men.
”I won’t leave you exposed like this. I will attend to this situation right away, if you would grant me your permission, sir,” she whispered quietly, offering her help.
Her grip was firm but gentle as she began to handle him with skilled, practiced motions intended to provide comfort and relief.
”Larana…” Klock murmured.
He had been enjoying an earlier encounter with Mina’s youthful body, but Larana’s arrival interrupted him. His excitement yearned for more stimulation. Once a woman took control like this, resisting became difficult.
Yielding to the moment, Klock embraced Larana tightly. His left hand rested on her waist, while his right held the back of her neck, ensuring she could not pull away.
”Please…” he breathed.
As their lips met, Larana’s tongue slipped between them with confidence. She was straightforward and must have expected his advance from their close proximity. Though she had been drawn in, she took the initiative, pressing him against the wall and deepening the kiss.
Her movements were smooth and practiced, showing her experience. The difference between her and Mina was vast.
Klock knew comparing the two was unfair, but it was difficult not to, given what had happened earlier.
When Mina had arrived, she had immediately kissed him as well. But Klock had been the one to take the lead, finding her inexperienced and moving quickly to more direct forms of intimacy when the kiss was not enough.
The difference in skill was striking.
A seasoned partner like Larana could bring pleasure through her own efforts alone.
Clearly, Mina had been assigned the role of sexual partner for a reason. These two had likely undergone rigorous training when they were newcomers.
Klock did not care about a woman’s past experiences. What mattered was compatibility, and given his size, he expected either a snug fit or something just right. Larana’s expertise gave him confidence that this would be pleasurable.
Ah… he’d inquire about Mina later.
The earlier sounds suggested Larana was being reprimanded, likely about the time limit Mina had mentioned. He felt a twinge of guilt, as if he had unintentionally caused trouble or hurt feelings. He planned to ask for forgiveness but decided to let Larana finish her task first before bringing it up.
”May I… make you feel better, Mr. Klock?” Larana asked softly.
”Please,” he replied.
She did not stop kissing him, always leading the encounter.
With a nod, she crouched down smoothly.
”Then, if you’ll excuse me—” she said.
Klock leaned against the wall, expecting the familiar progression.
But instead, she began rummaging nearby. Frowning, he watched as she retrieved a small bottle. She applied some liquid to her hands and started rubbing it on her breasts.
Realization dawned: it was some kind of lubricant. She intended to proceed in a particular way.
As expected, she gripped her breasts with both hands and spread her cleavage widely.
”I will provide you a gentle touch,” she said, voice calm.
It was curious how she had come prepared with lubricant despite being fully dressed. It was clear she had planned this in advance, intending to substitute for Mina’s role in providing service.
The two well-shaped breasts, gleaming with the clear liquid, hovered before him. He swallowed hard as they enveloped his form, pressing tightly.
”Wow,” he breathed.
He felt the soft, warm flesh encasing him. The movement was rhythmic and controlled.
Though the sensation was overwhelming, he managed to maintain his balance, leaning against the wall for support.
The firm pressure was impressive.
”They’re truly remarkable,” Larana commented with a small smile. “I’ve never seen one completely surrounded like this. And your presence is so substantial… If this were the Beastkin Country, I’d say it reminded me of a prized root vegetable.”
She began a slow, alternating motion, continuing her commentary softly.
The luxurious, ample form gently massaged his stiffness.
The quiet, steady sounds of their encounter filled the room, punctuated by the shifting appearance and disappearance between her cleavage.
Klock’s eyes widened in genuine surprise as he took in the sight before him. He murmured with a mixture of awe and disbelief, “Wow, it’s a real breast pocket. This isn’t foreplay; it’s the main event.”
Larana responded with a teasing, slightly amused tone, “I’m also surprised. I’ve never seen something so large, firm, and… distinctive.”
Just as he was about to revel in the sensation of amazement and pleasure, her comment about the scent brought him sharply back to reality. It struck him as rather blunt, almost impolite. Yet before he could object, she playfully stuck out her tongue.
She gently ran her tongue over the tip, then squeezed his length with her breasts, catching the moisture that escaped when the head emerged. She licked it carefully, making a deliberate show of tasting it with an audible motion. It was then that he realized she was a Beastkin as well — no human girl would behave like this.
”Remarkable,” Larana remarked thoughtfully, her voice soft but confident, “The fluid alone carries such a strong fragrance. If you were to release inside me during your heat, I would certainly conceive.”
Her strange comment rendered him momentarily speechless. He knew his arousal had increased, but he hadn’t noticed any change in scent. Perhaps the difference was too subtle for a human nose to detect. Was it a superstition among Beastkin that the stronger the scent, the easier pregnancy was? Or did their senses simply work differently, more keenly attuned?
Klock added quickly, “It’s normal, isn’t it? Or is it… unpleasant?”
She blushed faintly, sounding apologetic. “Yes, it’s quite strong. Oh, I’m sorry — humans don’t appreciate it when you say that, do they? I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”
Klock shook his head slightly and replied, “No, it’s fine. Really.”
He thought it curious that Beastkin didn’t seem to mind being considered “smelly.” Their senses must be quite different. If a street prostitute had complained about such a thing, refusing service, she might have been dragged back roughly by her hair to complete the job. But this Beastkin woman, who openly called him stinky while eagerly attending to him, did not provoke that kind of reaction. Maybe it was because her enthusiasm was so clear and genuine, despite the oddness of it.
Klock then spoke again. “If you like it so much, I’ll give you a child along with milk. Hurry and prepare yourself down there.”
Klock thought that was an unusual thing to say to a woman he had just met. It was a risky comment that might have offended her if she weren’t a professional. Perhaps she would be angry if he said it again tomorrow. He assumed she wouldn’t return, making the remark a sort of gamble. As she prepared herself, there was a chance she would go through with it out of curiosity.
She furrowed her brows slightly and replied with a polite refusal, “I apologize, Sir Klock, but that is impossible.”
So, it wouldn’t be that easy. Maybe she did like what she saw, but this was strictly business for her.
Larana explained further, “We have a rule: no physical contact is allowed on the first visit. Only those chosen on subsequent visits receive that privilege. Otherwise, fights would break out among us.”
The mention of fights brought back the memory of a fierce Beastkin who had entered the shop earlier.
She continued, “I understand this might be difficult for humans to understand. Even dressed elegantly, we’re still Beastkin, and some can be quite aggressive. So, if you wish to be with me, you’ll have to make a reservation for your next visit.”
He thought she was right — the creature he had seen earlier was a pure ball of aggression. Facing such a being, some rules made sense. He wondered if that aggressive one had also been one of the girls at the store. That wasn’t playful mischief; it was dangerous like a tiger. One swipe of those claws could be fatal. No one in their right mind would consider such a Beastkin cute enough to choose as a partner.
Klock asked tentatively, “So, if I come again, you’ll let me be with you?”
”Exactly,” Larana said, her tone direct yet inviting. “You can do as you like with me. It would be fine if you kept me all night. Since you are a wealthy man, if you declare your wish to impregnate me, I’ll stay by your side forever.”
Her boldness almost made him chuckle quietly. He wanted to tell her he didn’t have that kind of money. She must have come to take the place of another woman named Mina. Larana wasn’t just thinking about the time spent in the shop but had her eyes on the future. Women like her couldn’t stay in this work forever. If they didn’t find someone to support them before aging, poverty awaited. Her approach wasn’t unreasonable.
Klock decided to shift the subject. “I see. Alright, I’ll think about it. But today, I’ll just… finish with your milk.”
He wanted to keep things simple for now. It would be troublesome if she followed him after leaving the store. His relationship with them needed to end there. Next time, he would try not to appear too wealthy.
Larana asked quietly, “Should I take it out? If so, feel free to be rough with me.”
”Rough?” he echoed, uncertain.
To his surprise, her previously unseen white tail flicked straight up.
”Yes,” she said, her voice steady, “Please be forceful when moving your hips and make me feel pleasure. I will hold your length tightly.”
Her ears twitched slightly, as if inviting him to come closer. He briefly wondered if she had a preference for such treatment but realized she was simply trying to understand his character and desires — a display of her willingness to serve.
He understood this well enough. A person’s character and preferences often emerged through intimate conversation. Despite Suzette’s loud mouth and aggressive attitude, she, like Adelina, was dedicated to her work and didn’t mind serving Klock. Perhaps it was the desire to find a better life that drove them.
Larana pressed her breasts against him again and looked at him expectantly. Unfortunately, this was likely the end of their brief relationship. Klock already had two companions, and they were setting sail tomorrow. Rules about such situations left no room for change. It was a shame — he found the situation somewhat dull now. If he couldn’t be with Larana, he preferred Suzette or Adelina.
”It’s time to finish,” he said quietly.
He withdrew himself from between her breasts, then pushed gently back into the soft flesh. Thanks to the natural lubrication, it slid easily, and the tip appeared just before her lips.
She reached out with her tongue and offered service. The sensation jolted him pleasantly. Her technique was skilled but cheeky. She had asked for this — to be treated with force.
He grasped her shoulder firmly with one hand and her hair gently but securely with the other, limiting her movement. This was definitely what she had requested.
”Make sure to hold it tightly with your breasts, okay?” he instructed.
He pulled out again and then pushed firmly into the soft flesh. As the pliant tissue resisted, a moist sound filled the room.
He began moving steadily, pushing through the tight space, the softness massaging and teasing him.
She responded by squeezing her breasts together, enhancing the grip around him. The fluid from him left traces on her chest, and she reached out with her tongue to clean it, wrapping it carefully.
This was undeniably intimate. The closeness and the tightness of the embrace made it clear that intimacy wasn’t limited to one form alone.
The mouth was for service, but intimacy could also be expressed orally or through the breast.
He even thought about how it could be done from behind. Women could be so versatile.
As he gently moved her hips while holding her hair, he recalled a previous encounter with another woman — a small white-haired girl. He didn’t remember all the details but was sure he had been with her from behind. That experience was less vivid in memory but no less enjoyable.
Suddenly, he felt himself reach the peak of pleasure.
At the same moment, a warm fluid released from between her breasts toward her neck. The feeling of tension in his body eased, and the intensity subsided. He exhaled quietly, feeling the gentle pressure of her breasts surrounding him.
Despite the fleeting mental image that had passed through his mind, Larana’s mature and graceful presence quickly replaced it.
”Be sure to finish completely,” she murmured softly.
She pressed her breasts firmly around him as he continued, the release coming steadily until it was finished.
Usually, it was the milk that was expressed, but this time it was semen being drawn out instead. The pale, jelly-like fluid spurted forcefully from her breast, splashing not only downward but also upward onto her chest. Larana stared carefully at the liquid coating her breasts, cupping them gently with both hands.
He muttered in frustration, his voice tinged with regret, “It’s infuriating that Larana isn’t mine.”
Larana laughed softly in response, her tone teasing and light. “If that’s the case, please come see me next time… and then take me somewhere, just the two of us.”
After he had finished, Larana carefully collected the fluid and wiped it clean with her tongue. His words, laced with a hint of shame, were met with a subtle but unmistakable affirmative gesture from her. This response only deepened his disappointment. He found it frustrating to think that if only he had more money and time, she could have been his.
”Larana, clean it up with your mouth—Hey!” he protested weakly.
But now was not the time for such thoughts; after all, he was the customer and she was the employee. Before he could react further, she took the initiative and gently bit down on him. He felt a sudden rush as she continued, her touch both firm and skilled, causing his confidence to return in full.
Her technique was surprisingly proficient. After a while, his physical response rekindled itself as if involuntarily. When he expressed concern that he would not be able to leave like this, she merely apologized and carried on. It seemed she was deliberately showing off her skill. Larana’s face was utterly unapologetic as she used her refined ability to guide him once more to release.
Her skill was certainly impressive, but somehow Adelina’s was even better. He couldn’t understand how Adelina, who had definitely been innocent at first, had become so unreasonably adept. If it were natural talent, that would be annoying indeed. While Larana performed another thorough gesture to clear away the remaining trace, his mind was already drifting to thoughts of Suzette and Adelina.
”We look forward to your next visit, Mr. Klock. I have a secret to tell you next time—you absolutely must come,” she said softly, her voice a quiet invitation.
After spending a long time in the restroom, he decided to have one more drink before heading home. Only Meina came out to see him off. Larana was probably waiting in the back, her dress still soiled, while it seemed Meina had given the others the day off.
Her farewell was anything but ordinary. Leaning close, she whispered an invitation into his ear and lightly traced her fingers along his lower body. Despite everyone behaving this way, insisting it was a respectable establishment, the proprietress certainly had her own unique style.
Today had been utterly wild. He could feel his body already weighed down by fatigue—his stamina was not infinite, after all.
When he stepped outside, the night was completely dark. The nearly full moonlight was dazzling. He knew he had stayed longer than he should have, but Suzette must have returned by now, and Adelina likely had come back from her walk as well. He felt certain he would be scolded at home. For now, he planned to say he had stopped by a tavern for a drink. Before entering his room, he needed to wash again to avoid any lingering scents that might betray him.
”Hey, hey! Sir Klock, are you leaving already?” a voice called out just as he started walking.
A figure appeared from the side of the road. In the darkness, the unexpectedly bright voice stood out, a hallmark of youthfulness that felt almost dazzling to Klock. Even before seeing her, he knew who it was—the high pitch and slightly cheeky tone reminded him of the beggar girls who hid in the corners of the bustling capital streets.
”—Mina,” he said softly.
The girl’s fluffy hair still flowed freely, but her clothes were now a worn gray tunic and pants. What had happened to the luxurious white dress she once wore?
As he looked at her, a frown crossed Klock’s face. The dim light made details difficult to see, but the moonlight illuminated her figure just enough.
”…Your cheek is swollen,” he observed with concern.
”Oh, yeah. I bumped it a little,” she replied with a slight hesitation.
”I see… so you’re a bit clumsy,” he teased gently.
”Sometimes that happens, right? Hehe. Did you think I was cute just now? Am I so cute that I might get into trouble?” she replied, a faintly playful tone masking her discomfort.
He instinctively turned away, feeling uneasy watching her. It was obvious she was forcing herself to appear cheerful. At her age, she should have been crying, but perhaps the circumstances prevented her from showing it, since Klock was nearby.
”What are you doing here? Where’s the establishment now?” he asked.
”I’m already heading home. Are you going back too, Sir Klock? Are you staying at an inn?” she answered casually.
Heading home—where exactly was that? When she was at the shop, she had shone brightly enough to pass for a noble’s daughter, but now she looked like a village girl struggling below the poverty line. If this was her everyday wear, then her situation was worse than he had imagined.
He was curious but didn’t want to pry. It was obvious she lived under difficult conditions—perhaps beneath bridges or in ramshackle homes. He doubted she had a proper place to live.
”Are you being mistreated? Or is it just generally harsh for everyone around here?” he asked cautiously.
Mina flinched slightly. Given her usual brightness, she seemed unwilling to reveal the truth. He pretended not to notice, watching her carefully. After a brief pause, she deflected bluntly, “What do you mean?” Her voice trembled slightly, betraying her agitation.
When they are young, people often believe lies and deception can work. But growing up, experience quickly teaches otherwise. Everyone goes through similar hardships. The fact he didn’t say he was just scolded meant he was almost certainly being mistreated. And the reason he could not admit it was probably due to the common discrimination poor people faced.
One reason poverty was so difficult to escape was discrimination. Even when employed, poor people were treated harshly. They were paid less for the same work, endured tough labor or long hours, and faced social pressures. For women who looked somewhat attractive, unwanted attention was a daily reality. If they were married, it was even worse. Responsibility often fell unfairly on them.
”Mina, are you free after this?” Klock asked quietly.
In short, the poor had little hope for the future. He did not know much about Beastkin culture, but for humans, 90% remained poor. If you did not want that life, you had to stand up for yourself. But most never learned how.
”Eh, what? Could that be an invitation for a date?” Mina asked, sounding surprised.
”That’s right,” he replied with a faint smile. “I can’t forget your presence.”
Klock reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver coin he had become familiar with lately. It was his last remaining cash.
”—Eh?” Mina froze when she saw it. The bravado she had shown moments before disappeared, replaced by a serious expression.
”It’s a tip,” Klock explained gently. “You give it to someone you like. You know that, right?”
He pressed the coin toward her. She accepted it, her mouth moving slightly in surprise. Her expression was so innocent that he couldn’t help but smile. He thought only fish made such gestures, but it seemed even cats who caught them did as well.
”Mina, is there a secluded alley nearby? A place where a man and woman can meet quietly without being seen?”
He squeezed her lightly on the hip and urged her to walk. Mina, glancing nervously between Klock and the coin, pointed to a shadowed corner with some embarrassment.
Honestly, Klock had little interest in her or her future. The little ones were not his concern. But with that amount of money, she could not only return to the Beast Kingdom but also secure a home, establish a foundation, and start anew at her age.
Conversely, it was something Klock did not need. It was like throwing away coins, and unless he had a story about losing his wallet, he couldn’t explain to Suzette why he was out of money. So, he had to dispose of the silver coins, and if a passing golden-haired girl picked them up, it was none of his concern.
”Sir… Klock…” Mina called softly.
”Huh? What’s with that serious look? Don’t make that dull face—show me something more cheerful,” he teased.
”…Hehe, you idiot!” Mina said, breaking into a bright smile that shone like the sun in the dark night. It was so dazzling that Klock instinctively looked away. She hugged him tightly, making it a little difficult to walk. With such straightforward affection directed at him, he felt a strange warmth as they walked together.
A chilly night in a rural town, with the distant lighthouse and moonlight clearly visible. If it was just one person, the cold might bite harder, but with two, they could endure it. In the town with few lights, the two disappeared into the darker gap of an alley.
* * *
”Oh, Oriana… I’m sorry, but could you go find Cynthia first?” two shadowed figures whispered nearby, using several wooden houses as cover.
Interrupting their quiet conversation, they slowly began to follow Klock and the others.
”Huh? But shouldn’t we go after your ex-boyfriend together first—?”
”No! You absolutely cannot look! Just go find Cynthia!”
”Huh? W-wait, I got it, so don’t get mad—what’s with you all of a sudden?”
The shadows split in two. One silently moved through the dark alley, following Klock and Mina’s path.
Notes:
• Larana – Her white hair contrasts with an aggressive seductress attitude, as she entices with her body and a calculated air, once the gold coins appear.
• Mina – She is a golden-haired catgirl employee of the beastman (Larana the cat woman) Inn, appeared performing fellatio, desperate and tear-streaked, with an inexperienced yet earnest approach to her work.
• Adelina – The slave girl.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Meina – The red-haired cat girl is a hostess who leans in closely, her blushing cheeks indicating her interest, but she plays hard to get.
• Oriana – A Princess. A companion who assists in explaining the situation to the kingdom. She is supportive and helps Anna navigate her responsibilities. Her appearance is slender, with dark hair and sharp features.
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