Volume 6 Chapter 57 Day Two of Nyarlem’s Life ◆
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
In her sleep, she licked softly, ears flicking and tail twitching.
What kind of dream could that be?
The way a girl slept always teased the man beside her. His drifting consciousness sank—until a sudden breath of chill swept over his whole body and woke him.
”…Cold.”
Opening his eyes, he saw only dim light beyond the window. The sun had barely begun to rise. Too early. He pulled the futon back over himself.
The room felt hollow, suspended in the sky. Distance from the earth meant the temperature plummeted overnight. While awake, he hadn’t noticed, but once his body heat slipped away in sleep, the cold hit him at once.
His body trembled. “This is awful. I can’t get out of bed like this.”
”Chuu.”
Something brushed his forehead, then pecked his lips again. The girl beside him had woken and crept toward him.
Had she… been sulking yesterday?
She burrowed against him like slipping into a pocket. Warmth. He wrapped her in his arms.
Last night.
After being with Elna, he’d still been restless. Desire drove him toward a girl he hardly knew. One time hadn’t been enough; instead, it had only left him craving more.
Her coquettish voice from last night still echoed in his mind. The result of pure impulse. Another secret he could never tell Cianie.
”Ah…”
He held the girl and let his hand wander down. Beneath the futon, her dress crumpled. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck and shoulder, refusing to move away, though she didn’t resist his touch.
Her warmth clung to him, her body curled against his chest. Such a spoiled child. She had clung to him yesterday, too. Thanks to her, the futon was bearable.
As he thought back on last night, his hand drifted lower. Her legs parted easily, offering comfort to his touch. Without underwear, she was bare—heat slicking his fingertips until it almost burned.
”…God, so warm.”
Beastkin warmth seeped into his skin. Softness enveloped his hand. When he rubbed, her sweet, breathy voice brushed his ear.
If only she slept beside me every night.
A girlfriend would chase away these cold mornings. And a cat Beastkin cared little for such things as body odor, only giving those adorable squeaks when squeezed.
Her breath quickened, her body writhing beneath the futon. Her tail coiled around his leg as if binding him to her.
He slid himself free beneath the covers and pressed against the warmth of her thighs, like setting kindling to a furnace.
Searching for her entrance, the tip met a sheath of slick flesh. She trembled, but gave no refusal. Breath held, she lay still as though bracing for him.
He thrust slowly, cutting into that molten heat.
”Mmm…♡”
Her troubled voice spilled into his ear. With that first union, the nameless cat girl let out a soft squeal of welcome, clutching his shoulder tight.
It was too soon for intensity. He sank into her smaller, yielding body and paused. Better to let the heat build slowly, to rest in her warmth.
Yet as he lingered, she began to wriggle, urging him on. The girl was impatient by nature, pressing her abdomen, licking at his neck, coaxing him to move faster.
He began a steady rhythm, a gentle rocking. Though beneath him, she matched his pace, swaying her hips, lips seeking his skin.
The sound of soft kisses dotted his body, her mouth moving everywhere she could reach. He cupped her backside, guiding her motion, teasing with slow thrusts.
Sweat broke across her skin, slick in the stifling warmth of the futon.
”…Too warm.” He almost laughed. On such a cold day, life with a cat girl isn’t half bad.
He drew her hair to his lips. At the moment their mouths met, her body clamped tight around him. The clinging walls pulsed as if to drink him in, and he realized—she was chasing release.
”Hnn!! Ah—ah, ngh, ngh, ngh…♡”
Her body shook, back arched, the trembling flesh squeezing tight in its throes.
He felt his control slipping, the rush overwhelming. Climax came swiftly, thoughtless, unconcerned with her pleasure. He’d chosen something primal, something easy. Her reaction was pure beastkin—a feral, unbridled release, as if she were a wildcat cornered.
Dissatisfaction gnawed at him. This wasn’t a partnership; it was a conquest. He’d make her love him, even if it meant breaking her first.
Gripping her hips, he thrust relentlessly, his rhythm brutal. Her womb clenched, a squelching slosh echoing with each strike. “Huh?!” she screamed, tears streaming. He held her tight as she thrashed, her cries muffled against his shoulder.
Whistling. Squelching. Slurping. The sounds of their union filled the air, obscene yet hypnotic. Her childish resistance crumbled under his force, her body yielding to his. A powerful pulse throbbed within her, raw and animalistic.
He pressed her hips harder, his thrusts piston-like, hitting deep. “Uh-huh-huh-huh—ugh!!” she gasped, her voice breaking. Collapsing against him, she clung to his spent form, her inner walls fluttering weakly.
With each spurt into her belly, her breath hitched, a wet whizzing sound escaping her lips. He emptied himself into her, her soft, petite frame trapped beneath his. Their bodies intertwined, his throbbing member buried deep within her quivering walls. Even as his arousal waned, he held her close, their heat mingling.
”Yuck…” she murmured, a cat-like sound followed by a light kiss.
A fleeting sense of satisfaction washed over him. As he considered sleep, she stirred, her lips brushing his. He didn’t know her name, had never spoken to her, yet she clung to him like a lover. He patted her head, her gaze adorably pleading. Meina would disapprove, he thought, but details could wait.
They held each other, her flesh swelling with each twist of her hips, keeping him firm. As he rose again, she nearly dislodged him, her movements frantic. He pinned her, reclaiming his position, his lips pressing hers in silent apology.
”I’ll clean my room today,” he declared.
Sunlight bathed the tower, the silver sky vast and unforgiving. Flona, the secretary cat, issued orders from within the glowing interior. “Sweep the carpet, wipe any stains. I’ll handle laundry if it’s too soiled.”
Her tone was sharp, her departure abrupt. The girl from last night stood unchanged, her reaction to his seed unremarkable.
Is this only the second day? He glanced out the window, the trapped princesses lingering in his thoughts. The Klocks remained imprisoned in Bastili Huntly Pits, their freedom a distant dream. The dog-like beastkin girls were still caged underground, their fate far from ideal.
Escape was impossible without negotiation, and negotiation required communication. Testing the limits of their captivity was risky; Elna had warned of traps. Patience, he reminded himself. The chance would come.
Sighing, broom in hand, he leaned against the wall. The room before him was lived-in, three small beds scattered with personal touches. Likely the cat girls’ quarters.
As he stepped forward, a voice startled him. “Oh my gosh.”
Turning, he saw the cat girl from earlier, her hair still damp from a bath. She smiled, took the broom from his hands, and began sweeping without a word.
Seriously? Klock thought, watching her work. Does she know her place? Helping a slave like this…
As he stared, the girl noticed his gaze and smiled. Her cheeks flushed, and she turned away, resuming her cleaning.
Following her lead, Klock decided to join in. The room was tidy, though her clothes weren’t scattered. He ripped the carpet loose and went into the hallway to beat it clean.
The room wasn’t large or complicated. With just the two of them, the cleaning was done in no time.
Halfway through, boredom set in, and Klock looked out the window. Someone tapped his shoulder. The girl, refreshed and her tail wagging, had finished her work without him noticing.
”Wow, how brave,” he muttered.
After finishing, the girl pulled him to sit on the bed. She sat beside him, draped her arm around his, and smiled. Despite it being mostly her fault, she wasn’t angry. Her tail wagged, happy just to be by his side.
She acted exactly like a girl he’d just started dating.
’Is this okay? Has she grown too attached?‘
A sense of anxiety crossed his mind. Why had he reached out to her as easily as breathing? If, as he suspected, they were with a noblewoman, it would be disastrous if Elna found out about his advances.
’Too late to think about it now,‘ he told himself. ‘Besides, it’s only because of her that I’m warm.‘
Thanks to her, he’d avoided the cold. Looking at it that way, this was inevitable. It couldn’t be helped.
Having reached a rough conclusion, he acted defiantly. He pulled the girl off the bed and led her to the corner of the room.
”…Meow?” she asked softly.
He guided her to the wall, placed his hand on hers, and kept standing—ready to escape if necessary. When he gently touched her buttocks, she understood. She reached under her skirt, pulled down her underwear, and a white thread briefly appeared at the edge of her shorts.
Wrapping his hands around her hips, he pressed his lips against hers as she turned. Her tail rose softly, pushing up her skirt. He bit her lip, and her ears twitched. Running his fingers along her vertical stripes, he felt her tremble and part her legs slightly.
Wet, smooching noises filled the air.
A naive catgirl, responsive with almost no preparation. He decided to go for it. Moving behind her, he pressed against her, and she adjusted her hips. He slid in, her warmth enveloping him.
”Meow, meow…♡”
A classic position—clothed, standing, intimate. He gripped her hips, her tail wrapping around him. Her affection encouraged him, and he thrust, devouring her.
”Mmmm, mmm, mmm, mmm♡”
Even without foreplay, she let out sweet sounds. Her insides were wet, clinging to him. Her flesh seemed to remember him, squeezing tightly.
He thrust deeper, crushing her soft, youthful hips. As he felt himself dominate her, a sound escaped him—
”…Gulp.”
Suddenly, he sensed someone watching. Turning, he saw another cat girl peering from the entrance, her face flushed. It was the girl who’d teased Klock earlier, now intently watching her friend’s mating.
’I’ve been seen. What now?‘
Awkward as it was, he continued moving. The girl tightened, noticing his gaze. She turned, clutching her mouth, and he thrust harder, urging her to focus.
Ah, tense women were always tighter.
He moved within her, sliding up the walls, parting the folds. Gripping her hips, he considered the other girl, whose face was bright red.
Even as he glanced at her, she didn’t look away. Her eyes were fixed on her friend’s lewd behavior, overflowing with shame and curiosity.
He beckoned her silently. If you want to watch, come closer. She twitched, ears and tail perking up. After a pause, she leaned forward, approaching slowly.
A faint itch stirred, and she shifted her hips.
The other girl, offering her hips, seemed mortified. Without turning, she hid her face, waiting for the act to end like a storm passing.
’Not bad,‘ Klock thought. ‘There’s something endearing about a woman moaning in embarrassment.‘
After a brief pause, he released himself inside her. The mating was straightforward—no frills needed in such a situation. No skill could rival the raw intensity of the moment. A simple rhythm was enough to drive her wild.
”So tight!” he murmured. Her hips bucked violently, a cry echoing through the room.
”Nn, meow, ah, ah, ah♡ Nn, oh?!”
Hers was explosive, energetic. As he withdrew, she collapsed, her core making a wet popping sound. White fluid trickled from her, the noise indecent yet raw. His exposed form fell directly into the second girl’s gaze.
”Ha, ha!” she gasped, frozen in place.
Perhaps it was her first time seeing a man’s organ. Her eyes darted between him and her friend, still climaxing wildly. Her legs trembled, breath heavy, though she hadn’t moved.
”I didn’t mean to,” Klock said, scratching his head.
No need to check—she was soaked. If he pushed, she’d be ready.
The girl lay before him like an offering. His arousal, unchecked, stood mere inches from her. He reached out.
The cat girl jumped, tail and ears bristling. Nervous, she trembled. He placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down with ease.
Pinning her, he captured her lips. The taste of flesh—recently sampled. His hand slipped between her legs; her underwear was drenched.
He stripped them off, wondering if she’d wet herself.
Finally, she resisted, hands covering her crotch. He grabbed her wrists—no strength behind her struggle. He spread her legs, wedging himself between them. Using his weight to keep her down, he estimated her core’s location and thrust in.
”Ahh! N-no…!!”
Her walls loosened, slick and tight around him. Her resistance was feeble. He took her as easily as her friend, whose semen-dripping core still glistened nearby. Her inexperienced moans were desperate, pleading.
’The tighter they are, the sweeter it is,‘ he thought. ‘This might be the best way to take a virgin.‘
He thrust hard. Her lips clenched, trying to draw him in. She trembled, tears welling, but wrapped her arms around him.
”Ahhh, ahhhh, mhmm…♡”
A few strokes, and she moaned as if crying. He licked her neck, pressed his lips to hers. She’ll call it rape, he thought, but her body betrays her.
He continued, relentless. Her breath came in gasps, legs spreading wide to accommodate him. She clenched around him, experiencing a man for the first time.
Her eagerness was intoxicating. A girl worth taking, he decided.
He moved instinctively, greedily. Even as she twitched, he ignored her, thrusting through her orgasms. Tears streamed down her face, but he didn’t stop. Her moans turned to screams.
”!♡♡”
He held her down, releasing inside her. Her legs locked around him, trapping him. He pumped his seed deep, her core pulsating as if to devour it. She trembled in his arms, accepting his ejaculation.
Every drop was hers. In his arms, she kissed his chest repeatedly.
’Gentle with those you know,‘ he thought. ‘Forceful with strangers.‘
A Beastkin girl with stamina would suit him. Reckless, strong, and unbothered by roughness—a weak woman wouldn’t satisfy him.
He pulled out, moving away. A gush of white liquid followed. The first girl grabbed him, recovered from her earlier climax. She pressed her lips to his cheek, sucking gently.
Humans would panic over pregnancy, he thought. To the Beastkin, it was nothing more than an aftertaste of intimacy.
Perhaps cat Beastkin were the most compatible with humans. With that idle thought brushed aside, he patted her head and stood.
It was time to practice some restraint.
It would be mortifying if that secretary cat saw him like this.
Klock kept silent, his intentions difficult to express. He made a small gesture with both hands, urging them to calm down. But the girl only snapped her teeth playfully, her grin mischievous, and answered in kind. Along with the other revived one, the cat girls pressed against him all the more, nuzzling and fawning as if determined to drown him in their warmth.
Maybe she hadn’t been the wisest choice for a casual indulgence.
It took a long while before the tide of affection finally ebbed.
* * *
By early evening, after tidying a few rooms, he was on his way back to his chamber to wait for dinner. The secretary cat’s appearance had sent the other girls scattering, so he now walked alone.
As he tapped down the outer staircase, another sound caught his ear—footsteps, rising from below.
Someone was climbing the tower.
What? A faint itch ran down his spine. T/N: slang for “something feels off.”
A premonition stirred. Whoever it was had to be tied to the cats. And yet his instincts whispered otherwise, a restless tension gnawing at him.
He kept walking, though unease clung to his steps. His room lay further down; he had no excuse to hide. And still, he found himself inventing reasons in his head, as if to defend what came next.
Then he met her—face-to-face.
”Huh? Who are you? Are you human?”
A small girl stood there, cloaked and hooded. She was no taller than Elna or Tiet. Her voice was lively, youthful, yet carried a strange air of maturity.
”No. I see. So you’re the one they call Klock Livorno?”
Beneath her hood, her features set her apart. Her ears tapered into delicate points, not animal but elfin. Her skin was browned, likely from days spent under the sun. At first glance, she seemed a spirited Beastkin child—but no, she was something else entirely.
And her way of speaking was odd. Not sly, but as if a child were mimicking the speech of an old man.
”Pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Parl, the court sorcerer of the Beast Country. …Heehee, my dear…”
Her expression jarred against her tiny frame. She licked her lips, and though no drool appeared, the image of a beast savoring prey pressed itself upon his mind.
”I suppose fate is what it is. You have a good soul. I don’t sense magic, but… the strength of it is extraordinary. It’s like—”
She reached toward him. Her fingers, slim and pale, brushed across his chest, grazing him in a way that felt both intimate and invasive—like a lover’s teasing touch.
”Just like an apostle. To find something like this, in a place like this…”
Her face contorted, radiant with long-suppressed desire finally realized.
And in that moment, a star trembled.
The encounter was inevitable. The wheeling constellations completed their course, their lines crossing into a single destined orbit. T/N: poetic phrase of fate and encounter.
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.
• 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.
• Meina – 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.
• Tiet – A companion and friend of Anna. A holy knight from the royal capital. She wears light armor and carries a shield adorned with a dragon holding a sword, indicating her affiliation with the National Military Police. She is concerned about Anna’s well-being and tries to support her emotionally.
Please bookmark this series and rate ☆☆☆☆☆ on here!
Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
Thanks for reading.
Leave a Reply