Chapter 66 The Wolf’s Absolute Devotion
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Laika, my faithful wolf-girl, lay there completely open, her chest heaving with rapid, shallow breaths. She was on her back, her legs drawn up in a way that left her vulnerable, her hands curled like paws near her chest.
”Whimper… whine… ahh…”
The moment I reached out to stroke her under her chin, she let out a needy, melodic sound, just like a pampered pet. Her tail was thumping against the floor so hard I thought it might snap off, while a visible sign of her excitement coated her thighs.
”There, there… good girl.”
”Kento, I love you! I love you! You’re mine! My male! Bark!”
Thinking of a famous animal lover from my old world, I rubbed her stomach. She looked up at me with eyes that shone with a mixture of pure affection and possessiveness, a bit of drool escaping the corner of her mouth. When I shifted my hand to her chest and teased her, she writhed, letting out a pained, blissful cry.
I stroked her hair and leaned in for a kiss. She met me halfway, her tongue darting out with everything she had, practically devouring me. When I finally dominated the kiss, she grew still, swallowing hard as we shared a deep connection.
I reached down, my hand finding the warmth between her thighs. I spread the moisture across her skin, searching for her sensitive spot. As soon as I found it and began to circle it, she buckled, a shuddering peak washing over her. A soft sound followed as her body surrendered to the sensation.
”Whine… ahh… ohh…”
”Whoa there. You’re so excited you’ve left a puddle. Does it really feel that good?”
”It feels amazing! I love your fingers, Kento! Better than any toy… I’m always watching them…”
Her sudden confession caught me off guard. Had she been watching me today too? I’d noticed her hovering behind me while I worked, but I hadn’t realized she was so fixated on my hands as I wrote.
”Is that so? Well, you can have them then.”
”Really!? Yay! I love you, I love you!”
I offered her my left hand, and Laika grabbed it firmly with both of hers, licking and nibbling with abandon. When I playfully pinched the tip of her tongue, she looked up with a troubled pout, only to go right back to it the moment I let go. Occasionally, her instincts took over and she nipped a bit too hard. A sharp look from me made her eyes go misty with an apologetic “I’m sorry” expression.
With my right hand, I continued to tease her, shifting between soft strokes and sudden, firm pressure. Each time, her hips buckled, and another wave of relief escaped her. I kept up the rhythm, praising her until she reached a peak so explosive it was like a fountain.
”Ngh… ahh… sorry, I’m sorry… I made such a mess…”
”Heh, don’t worry about it. Lily and Tania have reached points even more intense than this.”
”Really…?”
”Yeah, really.”
I remembered a time I’d messed up a potion—the floor had been a lake, and the ceiling hadn’t been spared either. I’d paid for that one with some very sore cheeks afterward.
To reassure her, I cupped her warmth and began to massage her gently. Laika narrowed her eyes, soaking in the sensation. I transitioned, sliding two fingers into her tight, pulsing heat. The sensation of her inner walls was incredible. I couldn’t help but enjoy the way she gripped me.
”Mmm… Kento, I love your fingers. But… not this… I want you. Give me the real thing…”
”Right, sorry. My mistake.”
It seemed my teasing had pushed her to the limit. Her body was practically begging for me, her muscles twitching around my hand. I withdrew, preparing myself. She watched the process with eyes full of desperate anticipation.
Naturally, seeing her like this, my own restraint was gone. I grabbed her legs, positioning myself between them. I pressed against her, savoring the heat.
”Hurry, please, hurry!”
”I’ve got you. Here we go.”
”Bark! Ahhh—!”
As I got close, sinking into her warmth, Laika stared at the point where we joined, her eyes glazing over as she peaked instantly. Her muscles worked frantically, clamping down with incredible force. I pushed through the resistance, finally settling in.
”Guh…! You’re so tight…”
”Ah, ah, ahhh!”
Finally receiving her ‘reward,’ Laika’s hands clawed at the air, like a dog learning to swim. I caught her hands, interlacing our fingers. She squeezed back with a strength that spoke of her A-rank background¹, even as her mind seemed to melt. I could feel the energy building, fueled by her intensity.
”If you’re going to be this cute, you’d better be ready for what’s coming!”
”Ah!? Ohhh!?”
As I moved deeper, Laika tilted her head back, lost in the sensation. She wouldn’t let go of my hands, and that stubborn devotion only made me want to push her harder. I leaned into the instinct, my pace becoming rhythmic and relentless.
”Laika, Laika!”
”Grrr… ahh, ahh!”
She lost the ability to use human words again, letting out primal, guttural cries. Her body squeezed me with every movement. Her grip was so tight her nails bit into the back of my hands. I suddenly remembered that she wasn’t just a girl—she was a powerhouse adventurer who could crush me if she wanted to.
And yet, here she was, an A-rank powerhouse, reduced to a panting, needy mess by my touch. The sheer ego boost of it made me move faster. Beneath her, her tail was wagging like a blur.
”Gah! Ahh!”
Her beastkin instincts took over completely. She lunged forward, wrapping herself around me and biting into my shoulder. Her nails raked across my back.
It hurt, but the heat of her skin and the sheer raw energy of the moment made the pain irrelevant. Our sweat mingled, our temperatures rising until we were one blurred entity. She was holding back, I knew; if she weren’t, she’d have broken my ribs by now.
”Hah… hah…!”
I felt her hot breath against my ear. I pushed her back down onto the floor, using my weight to reach the very limit. I could feel her responding completely.
”Laika, where do you want it?”
”Ugh… ahh! Right there!”
She thrust her hips up, offering herself completely. It was a pointless question, but one I couldn’t help asking. The way she responded only made the eventual release more satisfying.
I didn’t care about my own breath anymore. I shifted the angle, focusing on the most sensitive spots. The pleasure was climbing up from the base of my spine.
”Alright then, I’m giving you everything!”
”Awoooo!”
I let go, my body shuddering as wave after wave poured into her. She clung to me, her nails digging in as my mind went white. Every bit of energy I’d been holding back flooded into her, and all I could do was hold her close as the world faded away.
”Hah… hah… hah…”
”Whimper… whine…”
When I came to, Laika was gently tending to the bite mark she’d left on my shoulder. She looked so apologetic, like a dog that had accidentally nipped its owner during play. I pulled her close and whispered in her ear.
”It’s okay. Did it feel good?”
”Woof!”
She barked happily, still clinging to me with all four limbs. I could feel her tail thumping against my leg. It seemed her stamina and her appetite were far from exhausted.
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”Sorry, I need a break…”
”Okay! Thanks for playing with me!”
After three rounds, I was spent. I collapsed against her chest. She reached over, grabbed a stamina potion I’d left nearby, and handed it to me. I downed it and went right back to burying my face in her.
Laika looked like she wanted to clean me up with her tongue, but she eventually just settled for cradling my head. The soft, comforting weight of her chest was surprisingly soothing, and I closed my eyes for a moment.
She started playing with my hair, sniffing me, and then began tugging on my ears. I knew it was time to get back to it. I teased her once more, earning a soft gasp.
”Hmm… Kento, do you like my chest?”
”Yeah, I do.”
”More than my butt…?”
”Hmm? Well, I like them both about the same.”
”Oh. You’re always touching my butt, so I thought you didn’t like my small chest…”
It seemed Laika had been worrying about something ridiculous. Apparently, the universal truth that all parts of a woman are to be cherished hadn’t quite reached her yet. I had just been being polite.
”Well, it’s a bit much to go for the chest in the middle of the day…”
”But you do it to Lily…”
”Yeah, well, she likes it.”
”I’d like it too!”
”Really?”
”Yes!”
She sounded incredibly happy. Usually, she’d give me a cold look and say something about propriety, but her ‘heat’ seemed to have stripped away those filters.
”So I can touch you whenever I want?”
”Yes! Even if I say no, I don’t really mean it…”
”Wow. Are you sure you won’t regret saying that once your heat ends?”
”I won’t. Beastkin always tell the truth during their heat. We don’t lie to our mates. That’s why we stay close forever…”
She buried her face against my neck as she spoke. Looking at how well Carl and Aki got along, it made sense. It seemed there was still a lot I didn’t know about beastkin biology.
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Summary:
Kento gives in to Laika’s canine-like devotion during her mating season. The two share an intense, instinct-driven encounter that culminates in a revelation about beastkin honesty—turns out, ‘heat’ isn’t just about desire; it’s the one time they can’t hide their true feelings.
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Character Insight:
Laika’s A-rank status makes her physical submission all the more poignant for Kento. Her insecurity about her chest size compared to Lily reveals a vulnerable side she usually hides behind her stoic adventurer persona.
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Behind the Scene:
The ‘heat’ (Hatsujouki) in beastkin culture is portrayed here as a biological truth serum, explaining the deep bonds seen in other beastkin couples like Carl and Aki. It suggests that their society is built on this periodic absolute transparency.
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T/L:
¹ [A-rank adventurer]: In this world’s hierarchy, A-rank is the pinnacle of human (or demi-human) capability, implying Laika is physically far stronger than Kento. ↩
Notes:
• Laika – The beastwoman dog.
• Kento – The owner of the magic tool shop ‘Harvest,’ which discretely sells adult goods. He’s a former overworked, ordinary salaryman from modern Japan who was suddenly transported (isekai’d) to this fantasy world. He has dark hair and an unremarkable appearance, typically wearing a plain, slightly suspicious-looking shop owner’s clothes looks like Kazuma Satou from certain series. He has a minimal amount of magic power, enough to craft his specialty items.
• Tania – An Elf adventurer who, despite her race’s reputation for low sex drive, is secretly quite passionate. She initially seemed ‘wasted’ (emotionally dry) to her friend Raika, but was easily introduced to the pleasure-items sold at ‘Harvest.’ She is easily embarrassed and attempts to maintain a dignified facade, despite her recent, frequent purchases. She wears practical but light armor over a simple cloth tunic and short pants, highlighting her grace and agility. Her primary relationship is one of friendly senior-junior with Raika.
• Lily – the sl*ve and primary experiment subject for the magic shop, ‘Harvest.’ She has striking pink hair, Blue eyes, medium breasts, which the Protagonist associates with being ‘wanton’. She has a working knowledge of magic, which she kept hidden from the slave trader.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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