Volume 6 Chapter 63 If You Want to Be Spoiled, Go to Your Master
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Nnya… hey, hey… I want a kiss…”
The words came as a faint murmur.
In the pitch-darkness, shadows stirred and writhed.
”Ahh, ahh… Sir Klock… ♡”
Quietly, quietly, the two entangled, birthing heat.
The brushing of grass, the wet squelch of bodies pressed together.
A secret tryst, carried out so stealthily the demons themselves would not notice.
”Mmph… ahh, uhh…”
At last, they clung together tightly, with desperate strength.
Only part of their movements were frantic, desire pouring out in earnest.
After their fevered coupling had calmed, the shadows split in two, lying down side by side.
One shadow leaned close and pressed a kiss with a soft chu.
A short distance away, another small figure slept, curled up, oblivious.
Before long, the night was filled with the sound of three quiet breaths.
”Nnyaaah… aahh.”
The chirping of little birds filled the dawn sky.
The air was faintly chill. The sun climbed, the pale moon retreating into the veil of rainbow-hued clouds.
A perfect day for traveling.
A white cat yawned wide, gazing dreamily at the skies.
”Mm… Sebasnyan… where are you…”
Her half-lidded eyes saw only haze.
She shook her groggy head in circles, struggling to wake.
Stretching tall, the cat-girl rose to her feet. Ignoring her stubbornly shut eyes, she twitched her nose, sniffing the air for the world’s scents. Something faintly tickled her nostrils.
She knew this smell. She remembered it.
One by one, her nose, her judgment, her memory linked the pieces together. Her brain snapped to full alert. Blood surged hotly through her, racing upward in leaps.
”—Huh?!”
Her eyes flew open, darting to her side.
A male. A a boy.
Next to her, the princess, lay someone carrying different blood from her own.
”…Kuro.”
Her chest thumped like a tolling bell.
The world’s sounds fell away.
It had been only one night since fleeing the tower.
Not just the two of them, true, but to be taken by the hand and led away—that was quite the situation.
The perfect story for a princess. Even though she had only just awoken, the memory alone set her heart pounding.
She curled up on the straw, hugging her knees, rolling back and forth.
The unbearable tightness inside spilled out in stifled squirms.
She couldn’t contain it. Her lips twisted into a shape far from ladylike.
After several rolls, her tail brushed against him. She froze.
The tip of her tail had touched him.
Somehow it felt wasteful to stop now, so instead she slid it along, winding it around him, pressing it close.
She rose quietly.
Hands out before her, she crept over the grass.
Leaning forward, she brought her face close to his, eyes still closed in sleep.
A sniff—confirming: the scent of a male.
A lick—testing: the faint taste of salt.
Then she plopped right on top of him.
Laying her upper body across his, she staked her claim: this was her place.
He slept soundly, unguarded. She peeked through half-open eyes, edging closer to take in the view from there.
His warmth seeped into her.
Human touch, reassuring and safe.
She sniffed again, reaffirming it—the smell of a man. If only they had a futon, she would crawl under it with him, both of them wrapped in that scent.
She thought of that. Sunbathing here together wasn’t bad either, but while they’d been trapped in the tower, she had wished at least once to fall asleep and wake together.
Her younger sister’s constant watch had prevented it.
That girl was far too strict, too rigid to ever understand such feelings.
…Wait.
This scent…
She jerked back, eyes wide.
Impossible. That couldn’t be.
Her cheer darkened like a shadow over the sun.
It was as if someone had doused her in cold water. A spreading, unpleasant unease, like staring out at the nighttime sea and waiting for something unseen to approach.
…Yes. This was that.
She remembered.
A memory flashed from a few months prior.
She had awakened in her master’s arms, staggering upright. When she looked down at her belly, she had been shocked.
That day, that moment—the suffocating smell was seared into her mind, never to fade.
…A man’s… the stuff that makes babies.
Yes. She remembered it vividly.
This smell was semen.
The princess’s brow furrowed.
Why did it reek of that here? From so close by?
Her eyes moved, as if drawn, to the boy’s side.
There lay Meina, the golden cat-girl, her coat fine and gleaming.
The source of the smell didn’t need to be sought—it was obvious enough.
”…While Elna was sleeping… what were you doing?”
The answer was clear without asking.
That smell alone was proof something had happened.
And she knew well enough that nothing had been done to her. Elna carried none of that scent.
Her whole body trembled.
Her gaze fixed on the golden-haired girl, her teeth grinding.
From deep in her belly rose a swelling storm, and Elna—
”—Wahyahhh?!”
The ground shook beneath her.
Birds burst from the trees all around.
The air itself trembled, and in a beat, the forest was alive with chaos.
”…It shook. An earthquake?”
A rare, rare thing.
In the northern Beast Continent, quakes were almost unheard of. Earthquakes belonged to the south, near volcanoes. In her life, Elna had only counted a handful, and even that small shaking left her heart rattled.
”…Ah?!”
She blinked, stunned for a moment, then snapped back.
No, this wasn’t the time. Buildings weren’t here to collapse. What mattered was that smell.
Elna’s claws slid out with a sharp shakin.
Normally she avoided it—ruined her manicure—but today, she made an exception.
With full beastkin ferocity, she leapt.
”Hissss!!”
”Kyaa?!”
Elna lunged. Meina barely dodged, wide awake now from the quake.
But Elna’s target was not her. She straddled the man instead.
Her claws dug into his shoulders. He gasped awake in pain.
Fangs bared, Elna’s eyes blazed. The man froze, eyes wide—then she bit down hard.
”…Ow. That really hurts, you know.”
Through damp grass, they trudged on.
Her teeth gnawed relentlessly at his scalp, the white cat clinging stubbornly as she floated along.
”Meina. Do something about her.”
”Um…”
Panting hotly through her nose, Elna refused to let go, gnashing with dogged persistence.
Meina faltered, torn.
After a long hesitation, she seemed to steel herself.
At Klock’s plea, she turned back, throat rumbling as if summoning courage, and stepped closer—
”Elna. You’re making me dislike Meina.”
The white cat’s eyes shot like daggers at the golden one.
Her low voice carried heavy warning. Meina flinched, shrinking back three steps.
”Ny… nyaaa…”
She wavered, feigning the jittery behavior of a stray, and retreated in defeat.
With no other choice, Klock reached back and patted lightly.
His hand brushed something soft. Her rear, maybe?
No scolding came—only another sharp bite, prickling his scalp.
”How far can we get today? No chance of finding a wagon, right?”
”There aren’t any villages on the road. But the terrain is tangled, so it’ll be easier to keep safe.”
The sulking princess gnawed on. He ignored her, shifting the conversation toward their journey.
Water and food—the most pressing concerns—would somehow be managed, or so Meina assured him. She seemed confident in survival, her strength making the journey easier than any lone trek.
Already, they had fought one pack of monsters.
He’d seen it before, but still, Meina’s combat ability stood out—swift, efficient, merciless. Elna, by contrast, had watched with disinterest, though if pressed, she could rain down terrifying thunder.
”Let’s camp at the base of that mountain.”
She pointed to a low, forested slope ahead.
Even from afar, its thick greenery was daunting. They would weave through its rises and dips. Though unpleasant, it was far easier than climbing straight up, and provided good cover.
If pursuers come, they’ll probably take the same path…
The thought crossed his mind, but he held it in.
If a fight came, Elna and Meina could handle nearly anything short of an elite army. On the Beast Country’s side, no one would expect to face both the golden and white princess-cats together.
If avoiding battle, the quickest path was the best—straightforward, straight through.
Having both on his side was a tremendous advantage.
”Grr, gnaw gnaw.”
The white cat still chewed his head.
Not heavy, since she floated, but irritating nonetheless.
Why was she so moody?
Would she sulk in the middle of a real crisis, too?
”…Hey. I’m hungry.”
The words came brusquely from behind him, dripping with irritation.
Directed not at him, but at Meina. The golden cat fumbled nervously.
”Ah—uh, um, I-I’ll go get something!”
”Hey, wait—”
She vanished, darting ahead at impossible speed.
A faint scorched smell lingered—her original technique, Catwalk.
”You can’t just order your companions around. What if we get split up and something happens?”
Klock threw her a reproachful look.
Elna drifted upward, spinning to face him, her expression creased with un-princesslike anger.
”Kuro. You slept with Meina, didn’t you?”
”…Ah.”
The reason for her sulking was clear. Meina had been driven off on purpose.
”The slave mark may be gone. But Kuro is supposed to be Elna’s exclusive slave. So why were you being intimate with another girl without Elna’s permission?”
### Chapter 155 — If You Want to Be Spoiled, Go to Your Master (continued)
”Kuro belongs to Elna, but he’s not Elna’s lover. So maybe Elna can’t interfere in his friendships. But shouldn’t it be obvious that he has a duty to put his Master first?”
As always, she planted her hands on her hips, slipping into lecture mode.
It wasn’t quite a tantrum, but it was troublesome enough.
It would be easy to tell her he was no longer a slave. The slave mark was gone.
But that would be reckless. It was precisely because he was Elna’s slave that she remained his ally. For now, maintaining the status quo was the wiser course.
”When Elna is asleep, Kuro should hold her close, make sure she doesn’t get cold, and keep watch over her safety—while spoiling her as much as possible. Leaving Elna alone while sneaking off to do indecent things with another girl is unacceptable.”
So that was it—she hadn’t liked being ignored. Or perhaps it was the matter of Meina that stung more deeply.
”Kuro must remember: Elna always comes first.
If Elna is hungry, bring her food.
If Elna wants a bath, wash her back.
If Elna feels ilyla [T/N: an untranslatable emotional nuance, possibly a coined term for loneliness or vulnerability], then hold her gently and soothe her.
If Elna feels lonely, embrace her and fall asleep together.
If Elna wants to be spoiled, then spoil her as much as possible.
And if Elna wants you to spoil her, then Kuro must take the lead and hold her tight.”
”Understand?”
The white cat swept her long hair back with a graceful hand. Her flowing locks, tinged faintly with blush-red at her cheeks, framed her face as she gazed down intently at Klock.
That’s just a lover’s demands. Far beyond master and servant.
She tilted her head, wordlessly asking what he would do.
”…Hold me.”
The words were soft, but unmistakable. She stretched her arms out wide.
Like a child. Klock slumped his shoulders and stepped to her side.
Yet her expression, stern from anger, carried a certain maturity. Her gaze pressed upon him as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in tight.
”Mm.”
Weightless, she was easy to carry.
Elna twined her arms around his neck, lifting her legs to curl against him. Apparently, what she wanted was a princess carry. He obeyed, holding her with both hands. She rested her head against his shoulder with quiet satisfaction, falling silent.
”…So. How far do you think Meina’s gotten by now?”
”I don’t know. More importantly, let’s rest in the shade somewhere.”
She clearly had no mind for Meina anymore.
Yesterday they’d seemed to get along, but within a single day the bond had fractured. Truthfully, Klock should have held back—at least until they reached Fwavlotz.
So even the secretary cat had to put up with this kind of trouble. Being an attendant is hell.
They walked only a few minutes before stopping; too far, and meeting up with Meina again would become difficult. They settled in the nearest patch of shade, where Klock sat cross-legged. Even when he tried to set her down, Elna clung on, planting herself firmly in his lap.
”How long are we going to rest? We’re still fugitives, you know.”
”I don’t care. Elna isn’t walking anymore today.”
You never walked in the first place, he thought bitterly, but kept it to himself.
If it had been a less delicate companion, he’d have swatted her backside by now. He congratulated himself on his self-restraint.
”Hey, Kuro. They said Slomvanilla was burning. It’s been a night now. The battle must be over. Elna’s home is gone.”
”…Yeah.”
Her tone sank. The sudden seriousness caught him off guard.
Perhaps this was why she wanted them alone together. He couldn’t be certain, but the chances were high. The reign of the Emperor of the Hundred Beasts was over.
”Now that Master is feeling anxious, isn’t this exactly the time when you should spoil her most?”
He nearly slumped over.
So in the end, that was her point. Didn’t she care about her mother? Well, perhaps she was certain her mother had escaped.
”Kuro… what’s your relationship with Meina? Is she your lover?”
”Uh… no. A friend, I guess…”
A hard question to answer.
With Cianie, he could safely say lover. Or, if necessary, pass it off as just an acquaintance.
But with the others, it wasn’t so simple. If Cianie ever heard that he’d casually called another woman his lover, behind her back, it would be a disaster.
”…You mated with a friend? How does that make sense?”
”Well… a lot of things built up, and, uh… stress, you know…”
He hesitated, unsure whether he dared use the word sex friend.
Elna’s face flickered with momentary doubt.
Then, as the wind brushed her cheek, she blinked softly.
”I see. Kuro was lonely and needed warmth. If that’s all it was, you should have just told Elna from the beginning.”
A smile spread across her face—the first of the day.
She stood, spinning lightly, the hem of her dress swirling around her.
”All right then. Kuro worked hard at the tower. Today is his turn to be spoiled. And with Lona not here, you can rest assured. Come—”
She spread her arms wide.
Her cardigan slipped open as she pulled down the front of her dress.
Her white breasts bounced free—far too large for her age. The pink tips, like blooming flowers, beckoned, and Klock’s body leaned toward her against his will.
She hiked up her skirt next, tugging at the string at her side to reveal pale pink panties, delicate and girlish.
Her smile now was that of a forgiving mother, welcoming all.
The sulky pout from earlier had vanished, leaving only the holy aura of a beast-eared saint who could embrace every part of a man.
Before he realized it, she had already enfolded him in her arms.
His face sank deep into the softness of her breasts.
Notes:
• 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.
• 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.
• Fwavlotz – A town beyond a mountain north of Rizan Village, it is an alternative location for Klock to verify his humanity.
• Slomvanilla – The white fortress, also known as the empress’s residence; a gigantic bedroom on the scale of a fortress.
• 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.
• 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.
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