Volume 6 Chapter 56 Sequence ◇
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Kuro. Sit there and wait,” said Elna.
He had been summoned to dinner.
The moment he stepped into the hall, the air hit him with the thick, savory scent of roasting meat. The floor was blanketed in carpet, and a low table with stubby legs dominated the room. No chairs. Behind him, the girls who had been trailing him spilled inside, padding forward until they surrounded him.
Every gaze turned toward Kuro.
The room was filled with cat-girls, more than twenty at a glance, as if he had stumbled into the heart of an enormous family. Their chatter and energy clung to the walls of the lime-plastered chamber. Two girls at the center drew his eye:
A girl with snow-white hair dressed in lemon yellow, and beside her, a black-haired girl lounging in a light blue dress, her stare sharp enough to prick skin.
The whole place felt strangely out of place. Like a students’ hangout, he thought.
The girls sprawled barefoot across the carpet, stretching in boredom or whispering to each other with twitching tails. Some lay still, eyes wandering, while others laughed with ears perked high. A few sniffed the air nervously, as if testing the meat’s scent. They looked like children waiting for supper—yet their figures, the swell of their bodies, betrayed their adulthood. Beastkin dining habits, to human eyes, often seemed half-barbaric, half-childish.
”Everyone, bring the food,” called a strange cat-girl from the room’s edge.
Her words burst the calm into chaos.
Girls darted out, tails flicking, and soon returned with trays. Plates clattered down on the low table, and the bloody perfume of meat filled every corner.
”Kuro. Come here,” Elna beckoned.
He obeyed, unsettled by her smile, the order prickling at his nerves like heat on the tongue. Rising, he crossed to her side, careful not to hesitate too long.
But Lona—the Black Cat princess—never looked away. She reclined on her stomach, chin propped on folded arms, her posture languid yet her stare sharp as a spear. The way she angled her hips and let her dress ride ever so slightly only sharpened the sense of a deliberate challenge.
Unlike Elna’s warmth, Coates—the third princess’s pupil—watched with naked hostility. Whatever Elna might be thinking, that girl was danger.
Kuro sat where Elna directed, pressed close. The distance was absurd—barely ten centimeters from her toes to his knees as he folded cross-legged. So much for personal space.
No one objected to a slave seated beside a princess. The other cat-girls were too absorbed in the food, and Elna only smiled serenely. Only Lona, across from them, sat up straighter, her piercing stare never loosening its grip on him. A little further off, the secretary-cat studied him too, unreadable. They, along with Elna, formed a triad of eyes he could not ignore.
”Well then, everyone!” Elna clapped lightly. “Enjoy your meal—and remember, be gentlemen before the ladies!”
The room stirred alive. The clatter of forks and plates rang out as the feast began.
For Beastkin, their discipline at the table was astonishing—meat lifted to mouths in order, laughter low but warm. And yet, beneath the harmony, Kuro sensed the edges of something sharper. The beginning of a dinner, and the beginning of a test.
It was an opening dinner. The girls lifted meat to their mouths with a discipline so neat it was hard to believe they were Beastkin at all. Normally, a Beastkin meal was rough and unruly.
One on one, it wasn’t so bad—but when several gathered, dinner often turned into a free-for-all. That was simply their culture. Yet here, things were different.
No brawling over shared platters, no frantic grabbing. Each had their own portion, eaten neatly with forks handled as gracefully as a noblewoman’s. It was, astonishingly, a dining style—or perhaps a “dining,” as if elegant yet somehow unnatural.
Cianie sat beside the wolf princess, while Hermine was with Elna. The hero party’s influence had clearly reached even the princesses of Beastkin.
Kuro grasped his fork carefully, glancing at the dishes arrayed before the great clock. He cut a slice of smoked meat and brought it to his mouth. Rich juices spread warmly across his tongue.
Beside him, Elna speared a piece and set it near his plate. Was that consideration, sparing him the trouble of cutting? The meat was prepared small enough to avoid needing a knife at all. She was attentive to a fault.
…Wait.
Of course. Elna’s ladylike manners came from Hermine’s training. The other Coates were merely imitating.
Kuro chewed slowly, mind churning with questions. Where was this tower, really? So far, he had only encountered female cat Beastkin. Every inhabitant was a beautiful young cat, educated and well-mannered. It was clearly a residential space—but why were princesses among them?
Slomvanilla’s methods were always strange, yet even so, this felt unnatural. Stranger still: there were only women, though the conscription system should not allow that.
About twenty cat girls lived in this tower, sharing space with the princess, guided and supervised. With all these clues, the picture narrowed.
He thought he understood. Were these Coates the relatives of armed Beastkin?
Slomvanilla’s ties ran only through the Emperor of Hunted Beasts. So the Empress’s sisters and daughters ruled from the center, while their younger kin were secluded here in safety. This tower must be the Cat Tower—a paradise no one disturbed.
But if that were true, were the sons hidden away elsewhere? Surely Slomvanilla would not go that far. Perhaps, then, this place lay somewhere deep in the countryside.
Once he knew the location, he could decide how to act. For now, he kept eating, masking his thoughts. He avoided suspicion as the secretary cat kept sneaking glances at him.
From the next seat came the hurried clatter of rice tossed into a mouth.
”Lona, really. Eating like that—teacher will scold you,” Elna said.
”Hah! If you’re angry, then even teacher will forgive me!” Lona shot back with her mouth full.
Soon her plate was empty. She stood abruptly, placing it down with a clatter, and strode toward Kuro.
Every eye turned.
Up close, she was nearly as striking as Elna, short hair framing her boyish face, brows creased with fiery spirit.
Suddenly, Lona bent forward. A brief glimpse of chest through her dress—and in the same instant, her hand darted like lightning, snatching Kuro’s plate.
He was too stunned to speak.
With breathtaking speed, she shoved the meat into her mouth. The plate, now bare, reflected delicate floral engravings. Cheeks stuffed, she leapt onto the sill and bounded out the window.
”Oh, Lona will always be a child,” someone sighed.
Apparently, her dramatic finale had been nothing but theft. The white sister cat exhaled in exasperation at her black-furred twin’s antics.
Kuro lifted his fork over his abruptly empty plate. Well, half had been eaten already. He scratched his cheek awkwardly.
Elna leaned closer and slid her plate to him, cutting away half her portion with neat precision.
”Kuro. After you finish, wait in your room. It’s time for a bath,” she said softly.
Her tone carried concern, but she did not linger. With brisk grace, she finished her meal and stood. The secretary cat followed, leaving the hall noisy with chattering cat girls—and Kuro.
What was this? How was he being treated?
She had gone out of her way to sit beside him, yet nothing meaningful was spoken. Just a meal, and then it was over.
Feeling as though he had been toyed with, Kuro returned to his quarters.
* * *
”Kuro. Come here,” Elna called.
It was only a few hours since he had bathed and returned to his room. The bath in the sky had left him unsettled, its very strangeness moving him. Now, as he stood at the window of his living room, gazing down at the impossible view of the night sky spread beneath him, her voice reached him.
The scene was uncanny, surreal, as if the world had been turned upside down. Her tone carried a faint tension, as though she were trying to rouse herself from drowsiness in the heavy air.
Perhaps, Klock thought, she only wanted the two of them together. Perhaps that would reveal her true intentions.
But Elna’s mind was unreadable. She had once hated him. Why, then, was he alive now? There had to be a reason.
Killing alone had not satisfied her—he could see that much. Enslavement was understandable in a way, but what had happened that morning was beyond sense. He had awoken to find himself at the breast of his sworn enemy.
How could he possibly interpret such behavior?
The strange kindness she showed was more unnerving than cruelty. For now, it was best to wait, to observe. If she tried anything truly dangerous, he would run. There was no chance of fighting back—he would lose.
So Klock resolved never to show defiance, at least not yet. Escaping down the tower was impossible; the place was surely secured, whether by force or by command.
Of course, he had no intention of settling into this life. The moment she sensed rebellion, she would bare her claws. That knowledge kept him cautious. For now, he would gather information.
The first matter was Elna’s purpose. Until he learned what she intended for him, he could not act.
It was espionage of a sort, and he had steeled himself as if stepping onto a battlefield.
Don’t underestimate me, he thought grimly. Princess or not, I won’t be toyed with.
With that vow, he pressed his lips tight and walked to Elna’s chamber.
* * *
”Huh?!”
”Shh ♡ Kuro, don’t raise your voice here.”
Ten minutes later, Klock’s face was buried in Elna’s chest. Her body was small, delicate even, but her breasts were far too large for her frame, soft and pale as a white cat’s fur. She cradled him close, pressing her nipple to his lips with coaxing insistence.
”Good boy,” she murmured. “I can hear from you, Kuro. Flona told me you worked so hard today. It’s your first day, and I thought you’d try to run, but you didn’t. I’m impressed.”
The futon beneath him was astonishingly soft, clouds wrapped in pale pink lace. A faint, unplaceable fragrance hung in the air, filling his lungs with every breath. Her thin fingers stroked his hair with gentle rhythm.
The sensation was strange—disarming. Against his will, a part of him began not to care, as though the world’s weight were slipping away.
”Keep it up! If you’re good, I’ll make sure you’re properly fed.”
She was praising him, he thought bitterly, but he swallowed instead of answering. Her voice deepened, lush with an edge of pleasure, and when the sweet liquid welled forth, her face twisted with sudden sorrow.
”…It’s growing,” she whispered. “Now you’re becoming a man of the spirit world.”
Her hand slid lower. Through the thin fabric of his underwear, her fingertips traced and pressed, sending a tremor down his body.
”Is it always this large for men? No… this is different. The medicine from before must still be affecting you. I knew it. You’re being drawn into it, Kuro, just as I was. Because you were exposed, weren’t you? I suspected it would end like this.”
Klock frowned at her words, his tongue still against her skin. He looked up at her, questioning, but she only continued.
”Elna’s heart, too, changed suddenly from that day. At first it hurt, but soon the milk began to flow. From then on, every morning, every time I bathed, I had to express it and throw it away. Otherwise, my clothes would soak through.”
His tongue froze. He understood now what she was forcing on him.
There were rare women who produced milk without ever bearing a child.
Elna was one of them.
That was why he had believed it was simply her constitution. Milk itself had no taste. At most he had thought it odd, faintly sweet, but never gave it deeper thought.
”I wonder where you even got that so-called aphrodisiac,” she said. “It’s no medicine—it’s poison. Like carrots, yes, but unmistakably a drug. Never use anything like that again. Tell me, haven’t you noticed something strange yourself? For example… your chinchin won’t go down, no matter what. And you spill far more than you should. Back then it was unbelievable.”
T/N: chinchin = slang for penis.
As she spoke, she slipped free of the coat she had been rubbing between her fingers. Her slender hand slid through the gap where the clasp had been undone. Cool fingertips clung, drawing him out smoothly.
”Look how large it is. Nothing like my grandfather I glimpsed when I was small. I heard my grandfather, in his youth, loved women and played around endlessly. But when I saw Kuro’s chinchin, I thought his pride must have withered away and abdicated.”
Male flesh was not antlers.
No one was frightened just by the sight of something large.
She gripped the organ she had freed and began to stroke it. He gazed, entranced, as if it were some sacred pole—yet it raged unnaturally, twisted by the poison of Silent Roarer.
So they called it Abnormal Growth—Doping. A warped transformation, not true change.
The poison had swelled him beyond his natural form. Elna bore the same affliction. Surely she had suffered even more. Her breasts had grown, yet he had not even noticed.
”This is proof of your crime,” she whispered. “Elna understands. It never goes down, does it? That’s the fate you bear. Elna too—no, never mind. In any case, only Elna can shoulder your sins. You understand that, don’t you?”
A breeze slipped through the blocked window, swaying the lace curtains, brushing across them like a ghost’s hand.
”Elna vowed to cleanse your sins. That is why I named you Kuro. Is Klock Livorno dead? Yes—the man called Human was executed for his grave crimes. You… no, all those sins lie buried with his name in the underworld. No hero, no mother, will ever aim for Klock Livorno again. Because you are Kuro. When I meet Hero again, I’ll tell her you wept. She may not forgive, but she won’t be so narrow as to indict me until I sink to the underworld.”
He frowned at her words, clinging to them silently. There was nothing the wordless Klock could say. Elna only smiled, answering his unspoken questions with her eyes.
”From this moment, live as though you were starting over. This is the last chance Elna grants you. Be sincere. Be a gentle, cat-loving man. Live earnestly, and someday Elna will forgive you.”
She pressed her lips against his forehead. His hips jerked, and he stroked her with desperate strength. Her practiced hand handled him knowingly, as though arranged long before.
She pressed his head against her breast, reminding him of her limits. He had savored enough of her sweet taste. He teased the thin peak of her breast with his tongue—
”Excuse me.”
A third voice cut through.
In that instant, the tip was seized, and the dam burst.
Hhhn—spurt, spurt—
Seed, guided by the princess herself, gushed forth. It was swallowed into yielding flesh.
The answer was clear the moment he looked.
By the way, the other girl name was Flona.
She was swallowing for the princess, cleaning what overflowed from the bedding. A child of Elna’s line, guarded with devotion by her direct subordinate’s mouth.
The release seemed endless. Elna, instinctively understanding, let Flona receive it as if born to serve. Even as Flona’s face twisted with strain, the organ continued to drive mercilessly, to the very limit of its unnatural capacity.
”Oh, it’s far too much. Kuro, do you mean to make Flona pregnant?”
At last, when it was finished, Elna lowered her gaze, eyes half-lidded.
She was dissatisfied with her own lack of restraint, as if caught by habit.
”Flona can’t—she has a boyfriend cat. Give up already. Or maybe you’d rather try Elna’s hand instead.” She smirked faintly. “Well, you must have thought better of it. I’m relieved. Kuro’s bound with Elna, after all.”
T/N: Phrase meaning “bound by fate.”
With those meaningful words, she rose to her knees.
Bringing her face close to the trembling pole after pulling it free, she brushed her lips against him, a quick kiss like a formal greeting.
”Go to bed now. Be a good boy tomorrow, too. If you do, good things will come. Elna is the only one who understands Kuro’s problems.”
The night ended there.
Even before Kuro had left the room, she stripped off her clothes and began changing. Her delicate breasts, her full curves—her body carried every trait that inflamed male desire.
Flona pushed him out. She was frowning to the very end, as though her throat were tangled with something unsaid. Closing the door behind her, Kuro was left beneath the cold sky.
…So be it.
The conversation with Elna was over. Thoughts lingered, but he decided sleep would do better. He would think after waking. First—rest.
A faint blue glow traced the tower’s outer wall like veins of light. Kuro descended toward his room, following that eerie illumination.
When he shut the door behind him, his brows knit. His futon was already heavy, full.
”What a cat you are,” he muttered.
They were spoiled enough to think of nothing else.
Peeling back the futon, he found a cat girl curled up beneath. One of the first he had met—quiet, even tolerant of unwanted advances. Perhaps she had come to see him and simply fallen asleep.
She was kin to Elna. Though the Beast Country was not held in the same regard as the Empire, an aristocrat’s daughter still outranked even royals.
She must have kept her distance from every enemy, secure in her own place. The girls’ attitude toward him was pure innocence. No fear, no wariness of men.
Well, it didn’t matter. If possible, tomorrow would be easier.
With a sigh, he slipped in beside her. The bed was narrow, so he shifted her slightly, reclaiming his share of space. She blinked once but drifted back to sleep. Her faint scent stirred an involuntary response in him.
A woman entering a man’s bed—surely that meant yes?
On that thought, he rolled up the sleeping girl’s skirt, his hand wandering toward her untouched body.
Notes:
• Elna – Female. A young apprentice mage. Her appearance is that of a child with white hair reaching her shoulders. She wears a black hooded mantle with strange patterns. Her relationship is as an apprentice to Hermine, the Great Mage. Her power involves advanced magic, including spatial teleportation. Her combat style is magical, and she is described as childish and easily provoked.
• Lona – Female. A young apprentice mage. Her appearance is that of a child with black hair reaching her shoulders. She wears a black hooded mantle with strange patterns. Her relationship is as an apprentice to Hermine, the Great Mage. Her power involves advanced magic, including spatial teleportation. Her combat style is magical, and she is described as childish and easily provoked. Elna’s sister; a black cat Beastkin who’s relatively normally developed physically compared to Elna.
• Hermine – Daughter of the Emperor of the Second Empire of Dusselhelm. A companion and friend of Anna. The mage. She is pragmatic and encourages Anna to focus on her duties as a hero rather than her personal revenge.
• Cianie – A noble girl with a fluffy white and light blue dress, indicating her high status. She has a hesitant and flustered personality but is kind and courteous. Her relationship with Klock begins as an accidental encounter and develops into a romantic interest. She has a fiancé but expresses feelings for Klock, complicating their relationship.
• Slomvanilla – The white fortress, also known as the empress’s residence; a gigantic bedroom on the scale of a fortress.
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