Volume 7 Chapter 2 Honey Wolf Trap ① ◇
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Nnh… fuh… ngh… ngh—”
Heat burned through his lower body.
The rising tide of sensation tugged Klock’s brain up out of sleep. As his awareness sharpened, he recognized it instantly—the rhythm, the pressure, the kiss-soft suction he’d felt more times than he could count. One woman came to mind. Grinning faintly, he reached out on impulse—only for his hand to be caught and squeezed back.
”Mmh, chu… pop. …Good morning. How long do you plan on sleeping in? Breakfast is ready. Get up already.”
Her voice slid past his ears, brisk and businesslike. Familiar, but oddly nostalgic, as though it had been forever since he last heard it. He thought of answering, of sitting up… and then didn’t. His eyelids stayed stubbornly shut. He was exhausted. Clearly underslept. And the way she was draining heat from him—honestly, he just wanted to drift back into dreamland.
”Suzette. Use your boobs.”
”No.”
He cracked his eyes open.
There she was, straddling the bed in full maid uniform, twin mounds bouncing faintly as she devoted herself to his morning wood.
”Then at least let me finish between them.”
”No. If you dirty them, I’ll kill you.”
Her rejection was flat, absolute. She glared up at him from beneath her lashes, sharp-eyed even with her lips wrapped around him. The pressure on his c**k only tightened. Her pace quickened—chupo, chupo—tongue curling deftly around his shaft, determined to wring him dry whether he begged or not.
”…Where’s Cianie?”
”She left while you were still snoring.”
The bed was missing its other half. Cianie, who usually waited endlessly for him to wake, had gone without him. That alone was strange. Maybe she had business.
His gaze wandered vaguely to the window. Sunlight streamed in through the curtains. Normally Suzette would fling them wide to blast him awake, but not today. Why? His head was too foggy to piece it together.
”Suzette…”
”Mmh.”
His hand brushed her hair. Silky strands slipped between his fingers as he mussed them gently, savoring the warmth of her service. The pleasure mounted, rising fast. His shaft twitched in her mouth—then release surged. White flooded out past her lips.
The hand stroking her hair was seized. Slim fingers slid between his, squeezing tight, steady, deliberate. Only a woman who knew a man would hold his hand mid-climax like that. Only a woman who understood him more than anyone else.
Even as he pulsed, she stroked him short and steady, the other hand gripping his base, working him through it with polished skill. Klock exhaled a long, ragged breath. What kind of maid got this good at pleasuring a c**k?
Even when the spurts died down, she didn’t release him. She held him in her mouth until the very last twitch, warming him, savoring him, refusing to let go.
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”Sir Klock! Morning!”
”Kuro, good morning! Oversleeping today, hmm? Were you dreaming about cuddling cats?”
He’d barely stepped onto the stairs when the greetings hit—too loud, too cheerful. Beastkin girls, who always somehow sensed him before sight. By the time he reached the dining room, Meina’s grin was already waiting for him.
Beastkin noses and ears gave them away every time. They could recognize you by sound and scent before you even opened the door. Coming home meant hearing “welcome back” before you’d even stepped inside.
”You guys are way too chipper in the morning. Fwaahh…”
Klock yawned wide as he slouched toward the table. There sat the usual Three Cats: golden Meina beaming, white Elna smiling prim, black Lona glaring daggers.
As soon as he entered, they sniffed. Sniff sniff sniff. All three at once, inhaling deeply. And then—expressions bloomed.
Meina, cheeks faintly flushed, looking up through lashes.
Elna, murmuring “geez, you’re so naughty…” with a sidelong glance.
Lona, glaring like he’d tracked filth into the room.
Klock didn’t bother meeting their eyes. He already knew. In a Beastkin house, secrets were a fantasy. One whiff, and everything was obvious. Trying to hide it was pointless. Best solution? Shrug and own it.
”…At last. You drag yourself up at last, huh. Get too relaxed the moment things go peaceful?”
The voice came from the sofa. Not one of the cats. Someone else.
There lounged a guest, looking absurdly at home. Wolfkin. A princess of wolves.
Mesh-like silver hair spilled over her shoulders, eyes sharp and unblinking on him. Her body was small, delicate—but her aura screamed predator. Regal posture, cocky smile, ears flicking. Those little dog ears twitched—twitch, twitch—as their eyes met. Cute, yes. But don’t be fooled. Her real self was in the bite behind her small mouth, the claws at her fingertips, the unnatural strength coiled in her slight arms.
”…Oh. Haven’t seen you since the council. What’s the occasion?”
”Mm. I heard last night that Hero received a request. I came today to assist.”
Klock’s brain immediately flashed with the image of a dog bolting to the door at the first hint of its master leaving. Night-and-day from the Bastili Hundred Pits—here in Boorinel, she acted like a loyal pet to Cianie.
”What kind of job?”
”A large-scale monster hunt in the western forest. They sought Hero’s aid. Hearing this, I resolved to lend mine as well… but alas, she was absent. It seems she had no intention of accepting.”
”Well, since she came all this way, RosRos is just joining us for breakfast!” Meina chimed.
The wolf princess’s ears folded flat. Her expression stayed cool, but disappointment radiated. Missing the chance to fight beside Cianie hit her harder than she’d admit. She’d idolized the Hero for a while now—that much was clear—but this? This was attachment.
”…Monster hunt, huh. Can’t believe Cattleya’s that stingy. Calling in a Hero for something that minor?”
”Not from Cattleya. From the Adventurer’s Guild. She filed the request, but the Guild was the one recruiting.”
The Adventurer’s Guild. Klock hadn’t thought of them in a while. Mercenary-brokers, basically. They handled monster slaying, escorts, odd jobs. A commercial group with global ties, tracing its origin back to a tiny shop in the old Dusselhelm Empire. By now, it had grown into a worldwide network, a specialized beast-slaying syndicate—though still just brokers. No state law, no official army. Just the biggest merchant family of violence in history.
Cianie’s own Brave Knights belonged to that Guild.
”Suzette—call.”
”Yes. Ms. Meina, please help set the plates.”
”Okay!”
”I’ll help too!”
”Me too!”
With tails perked, the cats bounded off to the kitchen at Suzette’s word. Soon bread baskets, jam jars, bacon and eggs, and fruit platters filled the table. Breakfast laid itself in minutes, thanks to Suzette’s steady lead and the girls’ quick hands.
And so the morning crowd settled in. This time, even the wolf princess joined them at the table.
”…So Cianie went out. She didn’t go monster hunting after all?”
”No. She departed for the Human Continent at dawn. Ms. Oriana escorted her.”
”…Oriana?”
”Not inside, don’t worry. She waited outside. Lady Cianie was considerate enough not to bring her in.”
Relief hit Klock’s chest. Suzette and Oriana were a dangerous combination. Oriana, all warmth and politeness—except when it came to Demonkin. Then she was pure Theocracy steel, raised to see them as mortal enemies. Suzette, being Demonkin herself, would’ve been the spark to a powder keg. Better to never let them meet at all. That was the plan he and Cianie had agreed on.
”Human Continent, huh. Maybe she was just giving Oriana a lift.”
”…Perhaps.”
Where, why, how—he had no idea. But he didn’t press. Lovers didn’t owe each other itineraries. And even if Cianie usually explained everything, sometimes she didn’t. That was fine.
”…On that note. Lady Cianie left me something to give you.”
He’d just bitten into his bread, a clean snap—when Suzette slid something across the table.
Something from Cianie.
That alone was enough to trigger alarm bells. The girl and “gifts” didn’t always mean good news. His mind went straight to that knife, and his guard spiked instantly.
What landed in his hand wasn’t steel, though. It was a card.
”Klock Livorno.”
His name, printed right across the front. Some kind of identification.
”…The hell is this?”
”An adventurer’s license,” Suzette said, voice smooth as ever. “Apparently she made one for you. Without telling you.”
”…You can just—make one? For someone else?”
The thought hit like a bucket of cold water. He scowled at the card. The system was either absurdly sloppy or absurdly biased. Or maybe when the applicant was the Hero herself, exceptions just… happened.
But then his eyes drifted lower, to the affiliation line. And froze.
”…Wait. No way. No way. This says… Brave Knight…?”
The chair screeched back as he lurched upright. The cats at the table stopped chewing mid-bite, eyes sliding toward him. Suzette stayed perfectly unruffled. Only the wolf princess blinked in visible surprise, sharing his shock.
”Well, well. So you’ve been dragged into Brave Knight. Quite the development.”
”This isn’t a development, it’s a damn disaster! How the hell did this even—”
His glare darted to Suzette, searching for answers. The demonkin’s crimson eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
”…Maybe she just wanted you in her party. Simple as that.”
”What kind of logic is that?! Who signs someone up for the most famous adventurer party in the world like they’re adding a coworker to the lunch shift?!”
He wasn’t wrong. Brave Knight wasn’t just any party. Their fame was global—so high that even gutter-thugs like past-Klock had heard the name. Their strength was unquestionable. Their recognition, their reputation, unmatched.
And now? Somehow? His scrub-ass name was printed right there on the roster.
”You’ve gotta be kidding me. I don’t hunt monsters. I’m not fighting for pocket change!”
”…Or maybe she just wanted to adventure with you,” Suzette replied, cool and cutting.
He faltered. To Suzette, maybe this all looked like another flare of Cianie’s possessiveness. Keep Klock tethered. Keep others out. Maybe Suzette even thought she’d been deliberately excluded.
If so, he should probably say something supportive. But the bigger problem was: this was real.
Because being “the Hero’s companion” was never just about tagging along. It meant standing in the line of fire. It meant the jealous eyes of every rival in the world on you. The only ones who could survive in Brave Knight were those who could silence challengers with raw strength—or wield political shields like Tiet, Hermine, Oriana.
And him? He was… none of that.
”…First thing we do when she gets back is make her undo this. And until then? Not. A. Word. To anyone.”
He slapped a gag order on the room. This wasn’t news you wanted spreading. The fact that Cianie hadn’t handed it to him herself—that she’d slipped it off to Suzette to deliver—only made him more suspicious. Maybe she’d already run. Maybe she knew how pissed he’d be.
”Do as you like,” Suzette said. “But I’d suggest bracing yourself. Because this isn’t just her doing.”
”…Meaning?”
”Meaning Princess Hermine must have signed off. The party leader’s approval is required. And the leader of Brave Knight isn’t Lady Cianie. It’s Her Imperial Highness.”
The name dropped like a stone.
Klock’s brow twisted deeper and deeper, lines carving trenches into his forehead.
The wolf princess went silent, gaze sharpening. Even the cats stilled, ears twitching at the mention of that name.
Hermine.
Second Empire of Dusselhelm.
That woman. The one who had piloted the colossal golem across the Elelnai plains, who had spoken to them with poison in her words. Who had beaten Elna bloody and fled.
Enemies once, allies now—if you could call that “ally.”
”…There’s no way this isn’t a scheme.”
”Most likely,” Suzette said, voice calm as ice.
Brave Knight wasn’t just a guild party—it was an arm of nations. If Hermine had her claws in this, it was political. Always political. Either she’d proposed it and Cianie had agreed… or she was twisting Cianie’s loyalty into leverage.
”Don’t overthink. With Lady Cianie beside you, no true harm will befall you. And frankly—she herself may be the cause. She ignored the party’s orders to chase her own path. She always prioritizes you over duty. What better way to keep her in line than through you?”
”…That’s just… that’s literally hostage logic. That’s worse!”
Exactly. If Hermine leaned on him to control Cianie, mercy wouldn’t be in the equation. Klock had no illusions: that path led straight into a meat grinder.
The wolf princess leaned back in her chair, teeth flashing in a grin. “Intriguing. Regardless of the why, from this day, you’re officially a Brave Knight. The whole world will want a piece of this story. If word spreads—if the press gets wind—you’ll be front-page news. Hero Party, Fifth Member. Nations will scramble.”
”Don’t say that out loud! Do you want me trapped inside the house forever?!”
Paranoia bubbled. Maybe that was the point. Maybe Hermine wanted him hounded, cornered, miserable. Or maybe it was just her twisted sense of fun. He couldn’t read her. No one could.
The wolf princess’s gaze narrowed, appraising. “So. You’re Brave Knight now.”
”…What’s that supposed to mean? You think I don’t fit?”
”On the contrary. It means you can take quests. Why not join me for a hunt? Try your hand at real work.”
At some point, she’d cleared her plate completely. She leaned forward now, all sharp teeth and wolfish energy.
”…Wait. You mean monster hunting? As in, me? On the frontlines? Are you insane?”
Her eyes gleamed. She wanted action, trophies, maybe just the thrill.
”I think it’s a good idea,” Suzette said coolly. “You don’t have a job, do you? Better to show Lady Cianie you’re being useful than spend all day lazing about. Might even impress her.”
”…When you put it like that, I got nothing.”
He groaned at the ceiling. Suzette’s quiet blade had cut right through. She was right.
Still, risking his life wrestling beasts? Hard pass. He had better ways. Other options.
And then—his hand drifted unconsciously to his belt. The knife. That knife.
…Wait. This could work.
Monster hunting. As suicidal as it sounded, maybe it was the perfect chance. A chance to test Cianie’s mysterious “gift.” A blade that was more than a blade. A so-called safeguard.
”Wolf princess,” he said slowly, “these hunts. How do they run? Solo?”
”We gather volunteers, sweep the forest together. Parties spread out, but the whole area will be full of allies. If anything goes wrong, reinforcements aren’t far.”
”…So it’s… safe enough. Safer than wandering out alone.”
Brave Knight membership wasn’t going away easily. Not with Hermine’s name inked behind it. He could fight that battle later. For now, there was this.
The knife.
The questions.
And the only thing in this world worth test-cutting on: monsters.
”…So. Should I go?”
The wolf princess tilted her head, watching him weigh it all. His answer lingered, unsaid—but heavy.
”…Fine. I’ll go. If working my ass off gets me out of this damn party, I’ll take it.”
The words left his mouth before he could snatch them back. And then the doubts hit.
What if some monster boar the size of a house showed up? His knife wasn’t made for that kind of fight. Short reach, small cuts—against something huge, he’d be hacking at ankles at best.
Still, he wouldn’t be alone. It was party-based. Which meant the wolf princess would be there. She was terrifyingly strong—strong enough to try and solo all four cat sisters once. That kind of muscle at his side… yeah. Maybe it wouldn’t be suicide.
”Fufun. If Kuro’s going, Elna will go too. I was just getting bored anyway.”
A wink from the side. The white cat, dainty frame, cherubic aura, and that smile—sharp enough to count as innuendo.
”You’re not needed.”
The glare cut her down instantly. Wolf Princess bared a fang, her tone a warning snarl.
”Oh? And why exactly are you shutting Elna out?”
”Because I need merit. To reclaim Belandi. Contribution to Hero—no, to the Hero Party—is my key. If you steal the spotlight, my achievements dim. That’s why you’re not coming.”
Straightforward as a spear thrust. Her ambition was naked, and her logic, brutal.
”…That’s Elna’s situation too. I’ve gone from a princess to nothing but a cute little catgirl.”
”Not the same. Once Hero took you under her wing, Slomvanilla stopped being contested. No one will touch it. It’ll go back to you eventually. You’ll get your throne. But Belandi? Wolfkin land is still infested with dogs.”
Elna’s attempt at self-praise bounced off. The wolf princess glared harder, jaw set.
So that was it. Her quest wasn’t glory for glory’s sake—it was a homecoming. Wolfkin were gathering in Boorinel, waiting, hoping she’d lead them back one day. And for that, she needed Cianie’s favor. Achievements to lay at the Hero’s feet.
Klock thought back to the Hundred Caverns, when she’d thrown herself against four cats just to shield him. She’d failed in the end, but that memory—the way she’d stood, teeth bared for his sake—still burned vivid.
”Elna. Today it’s just us two.”
”…Got it. If Kuro says so, I’ll stay.”
Her shoulders sank, ears drooping.
Lona stayed silent, just leaned in and started grooming her sister’s cheek in slow licks. Meina took her hand and patted it gently. Comfort in stereo.
The wolf princess only smirked, lips peeling back to show white fangs. Klock let out a long sigh. The more allies he had, the more headaches piled up.
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”Sir Klock… part of the Hero Party, huh.”
The words slipped from Meina as she scrubbed dishes, water splashing.
”My my, Meina. Do you actually admire Brave Knight?” Elna asked, drying beside her, tails swaying.
”Mm… I mean, it’s amazing, of course. But it feels like another world. Too far above.”
”Right? Even I, training under Master, could never dream of standing in the same party as her. The gap’s just… too wide.”
Three tails flicked in rhythm as the two sisters chattered, cleaning like it was playtime. Behind them, Suzette polished the dining table, quiet as always.
”By the way—do you think RosRos is moving into this house?”
”…Huh? What? Why?”
”Well, she invited Sir Klock. Didn’t she?”
Silence slammed down.
Elna froze mid-polish. Suzette stopped wiping. Both turned to the golden cat, eyes narrowing.
”Invited him… as in, for a quest. Adventurers do that all the time.”
”Really? I thought maybe she was in heat, and picked Sir Klock.”
Estrus.
The word cracked like thunder.
Elna nearly dropped a plate. Reflex saved it at the last second, but her ears shot upright, trembling.
”…RosRos. She’s… in heat?”
”Mhm. Probably. My friend from Kakeura said foxes and wolves both get it around spring.”
Elna blinked. Her breath hitched.
Estrus wasn’t something humans or demonkin ever faced. It was Beastkin alone.
When the season came, females fell into it naturally. The timing varied, but usually around the same season each year. Spring, mostly. Males didn’t get it—but they caught it. A female in heat was enough to trigger them.
”Normally, girls avoid men during estrus. So if she’s going hunting with him, just the two of them… well, doesn’t that say it all?”
”…D-damn. That actually makes sense. Like she’s testing him. Measuring him…”
Because for a beastkin girl to be alone with a male during heat was the clearest declaration. A move. An advance. Usually toward another beastkin—because then, the male would inevitably respond. Fight, mate, bond. That was the “golden flow” of their romances. Those who didn’t want that? Stayed away.
Elna’s fur bristled. Magic forgotten, claws extending with a kchh!
She couldn’t ignore this. Not RosRos. Not when her own standing in the house was already precarious. She was supposed to be the one batting her lashes, purring her way into Klock’s favor. And here came another challenger? Absolutely not.
”Let’s not overreact.”
It was Suzette’s voice that cut in, cool as water, pulling the tension taut.
Two pairs of feline eyes snapped toward her.
”Wolfkin choose mates by strength. Male or female, it doesn’t matter. They only take the strongest. With respect… Sir Klock isn’t exactly renowned for his fighting ability. He’s not weak, but he isn’t Wolfkin-princess material either.”
That silenced the room. Decisive. Unarguable.
”…True. Wolfkin values are practically feral. RosRos and Ribetta are top-tier, even among beastkin. Sure, bears beat them in raw strength, but RosRos? She’s got speed on top. She’s the kind of girl who’d make her people battle each other for the right to claim her. That’s the scale we’re talking.”
”Royal beastkin especially. They make their followers fight, and crown the champion as spouse. That’s the standard. And yes… she’s that strong?”
”She is,” Suzette said. “One on one, she’s on Irina’s level. And her Unique Skill—disrupting mana flow—makes her terrifying to any mage.”
And just like that, the talk wandered. Elna’s claws slowly retracted. Suzette’s cool logic had pushed the panic aside. The truth of RosRos’s intent remained unanswered, but… wasn’t that always the way? You started on one worry, and somewhere along the way it all unraveled into another tangent.
”Roko says she likes dependable guys. I guess Wolfkin don’t see it that way, huh?”
Meina’s tail swished, light and careless. The others hummed, already drifting into speculation about wolf princess culture.
Meanwhile, one fact lingered, quiet and dangerous: RosRos, in spring. Alone with Klock.
Notes:
• Clea – younger dog beastkin sister who also serviced Klock previously.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• 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.
• 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.
• Boorinel – A town east of Ryzan, where Lord Cattleya’s manor is located; said to be a long journey from Ryzan.
• Cattleya – The lord; resides in the town of Boorinel, east of Ryzan, past the Mesa; wants to confirm Klock’s humanity.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
• Slomvanilla – The white fortress, also known as the empress’s residence; a gigantic bedroom on the scale of a fortress.
• 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.
• Roko – An older dog beastkin sister who Klock previously paid for s*x.
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