Chapter 302 Test Subject꞉ Sir Merluza, the Lioness Knight ④*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Ah…! Ggh…! Rrrrgh!”
Captain Merluza was a tangle of limbs beneath me, her powerful arms and legs locked around my body like a vice. She buried her face into the crook of my neck, letting out a series of raw, animalistic growls. It wasn’t that she had officially entered her “heat” cycle; it was simply that the effects of the boutique lotion were proving to be utterly, deliciously unbearable.
”Hmm… maybe this batch is a little too potent,” I muttered.¹
”Gau…?” Merluza let out a confused, high-pitched whimper.
”Don’t mind me, Mel. Just thinking out loud,” I said.
At this point, the “experiment” had officially spiraled out of control. I decided to abandon the clipboard in my mind and simply dote on her. Wrestling against her iron-grip limbs, I shifted my weight, found a tactical opening, and stole her lips in a deep, bruising kiss.
”Mnnn!? Mnnnnnn—!” Merluza muffled a cry.
She bit back, her tongue dancing a frantic rhythm against mine as her internal walls began to ripple with frantic, rhythmic contractions. She was like a predatory kitten – claws out but purring. In reality, she was a seasoned warrior; if she actually regained her senses, she could probably swat me across the room with one hand. But right now, she was all mine.
”Gau! Gau! Haa, haa… Kento… my chest! Do something to my chest!” Merluza pleaded.
”I’m on it,” I replied.
It wasn’t just her chest she wanted; it was her n**ipss. The “Bean Numbness”² cream I’d applied at the start was still thrumming through her system, and she was desperately grinding her torso against mine. I pinned her down, molding my hands over her heavy, heaving breasts, and caught the turgid peaks between my thumbs and forefingers, crushing and rolling them with deliberate pressure.
”Ukyuuu!? Ah! Ahhh!”
The pleasure was overwhelming. Merluza let out a pathetic, adorable shriek and arched her back, her spine a taut bow. Her core clamped down on me with a ferocity that felt like she was trying to swallow me whole – a literal torrent of quivering muscle. Her every squirm screamed that this was what she’d been starving for. The sensation was so intense I nearly lost my own rhythm; she was trying to wring every drop out of me right then and there.
”I’ve wanted this! Ever since that day… I’ve been… waiting!” she cried.
So it wasn’t just my imagination. Ever since the “Estrus Research” incident, I’d seen her countless times in the Queen’s office, standing tall and professional. I wanted to tease her – to tell her she should have just asked – but seeing her like this, I kept my mouth shut. She had a prickly, prideful personality, but underneath it all, she was heart-wrenchingly devoted.
”Sorry for making you wait, Mel,” I whispered.
”I don’t care… just… more! Give me more!” she said.
I obliged her, driving home with a heavy, wet impact that hit the very back of her. I ground my hips down, crushing her womb while my lower abdomen rhythmically punished her clitoris. With the aphrodisiac still lighting up her nerves, it was the perfect storm.
”Gyuu!? Gauuu! Grrrrr…”
She looked like she’d had her wires crossed for a second, her eyes glazing over before she snapped back and sank her teeth into my shoulder in retaliation. The way she expressed her ecstasy through raw, beastly play made it impossible for me to stay clinical.
”Mel… I’m right on the edge,” I groaned.
”Do it. Anytime… fill me up. It’s been a year and a half… I want you to fill me to the brim!” she shouted.
”Ugh, Merluza…!”
”Just… Mel,” she whimpered, her lion ears drooping flat against her head as she stroked my back. “Only those… closest to me… use that name.”
That did it. The way she pleaded, the way her legs locked around my waist to ensure I couldn’t escape – I was done for.
”Mel… Mel!” I called out.
”Kento! Kento!” she screamed.
A hot, frantic surge erupted. I buried my head against her neck and let go, pumping my essence deep into her, trying to fulfill her request of filling her up. Her entrance bit down on the base of my shaft while her internal muscles worked like a vacuum, pulling everything deeper. The suction was so intense I felt like my hips would give out.
As the fog cleared, I felt the sting of her claws in my back and the dull ache where she’d been gnawing on my shoulder. I was used to this from Laika and Aerith, but even without the “Heat” to blame, beastmen were on an entirely different level.
”Haa… haa… Next… from behind! Now!” Mel demanded.
”Whoa!” I exclaimed.
With a fluid, predatory grace, Mel flipped beneath me. She shoved me back with her powerful rear, immediately presenting herself. She arched her back, offering her backside to me while her tail flicked provocatively. A thick trail of my recent release began to spill out, glistening against her skin. She kept her tail raised high – whether to keep it clean or to show off the spoils, I wasn’t sure.
The sight of her pure white, muscular curves dancing before me made me remember that female lions are the ones who initiate. And then they spend hours draining the male until he’s too exhausted to stay in the pride.
”You seem awfully energetic all of a sudden, Mel. Were you faking that ‘overload’ earlier?” I asked.
”Eh!? N-no! I… I really couldn’t help it! It’s your fault for teasing me so much! Wait—hiah!?”
Instead of an answer, I grabbed her lion tail at the base and yanked upward, exposing her completely. It was time for the experiment I couldn’t perform on the virginal Muse. ³
”Kento!? What are you…!?” Mel asked.
I used my free hand to spread the twitching, puckered entrance of her second gate. It was clearly well-maintained. As I pried it open, a translucent, slimy little creature peeked out. It was one of my shop’s bestsellers: “Slime-kun Who Dwells in a Woman’s Arse.”⁴ I’d gifted one to both Merluza and Muse after the Queen took a liking to them.
”Wait! Nooo! Nnooooo!” Mel cried.
I grabbed the “Slime-kun” and unceremoniously hauled it out of her. It looked healthy.
”Kento… that side… isn’t ready for you!” she panted.
”Oh? With ‘Slime-kun’ living in there, you should be ready 24/7,” I said.
”I meant my heart wasn’t ready! Ah, wait! Are you serious!?”
Ignoring her pleas, I worked my fingers inside. The “Slime-kun” had done its job well; the passage was supple. The internal pressure was far more intense than her front, a thick heat that clamped down on my fingers. I reached for a specific bottle: the “Anus Dyed in the Morning Glow”⁵ – the high-potency evolution of my “Morning Dew of the Chrysanthemum” lotion.
”Wait, wait! My butt… it’s going to… ahhhh!”
With her tail firmly in my grip, she had nowhere to run. Now for the real test: seeing if the “Female Knights are defenseless against rear attacks” theory held water.
”Don’t bother relaxing, Mel. Enjoy the experiment,” I said.
”It’s too hot! Stop, I can’t—Nguooooooooo!”
I drove into her with a single, heavy thrust, releasing her tail only as she collapsed into the mattress. I followed her down, pinning her with my weight as I slowly split her open. The constriction was incredible.
”You’ve been… using those toys… a lot, haven’t you!?” I grunted.
”Ngh! Kah… Haa!” she gasped.
I began a relentless, rhythmic pounding, the sound of slick friction filling the room. I buried my hands into her thick, round glutes, kneading the muscle as I worked. Her tail lashed out, peppering my stomach with soft thwacks, but the tickle of the fur only made her look more desperate.
Typically, beastmen didn’t care for this route. I’d confirmed that with Laika and Aerith. But Mel was clearly an enthusiast. She wasn’t doing this for biological relief; she was doing it for the sheer, forbidden pleasure of it.
”This is… nothing like… the Mimic-Mate…!”⁶ Mel choked out.
”Oh? So you’re a Mimic-Mate girl? What about the Fourteen-Star Anal Beads?”⁷ I asked.
”Ugh… I… I use both! And the Anal Stopper⁸ too…!”
Theory confirmed. I leaned down, pressing my lips against her sweat-slicked back.
”Kuuuuu—!”
She gripped the headboard, her legs stiffening as she leaked fluid onto the sheets. I decided to give her exactly what she’d been training for.
”Mel, I’m coming. Take it all!” I growled.
”Not there! You’re really… ahhh!”
With a final, heavy slam against her backside, I emptied myself deep inside. Merluza let out a soul-shaking cry, her entire body tensing as she surrendered to the climax. She stayed like that for a long time, fingers tangled in her own hair, ears twitching. Eventually, she went limp, splayed out on the bed like a spent frog.
”Haaa… fuuuu…” she exhaled.
”You still with me, Mel?” I asked.
”Yeah… I knew it. It had to be you…” she whispered.
”What had to be me?”
”Never mind… you’ll find out soon enough.”
She suddenly rolled over, pinning me beneath her with a predatory glint.
”You’ve made an absolute mess of me, front and back,” she purred. “I trust you’re prepared to take full responsibility for the rest of the night?”
She was still the King of Beasts, after all. And I was more than happy to let her hunt.
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Summary:
Kento engages in a highly physical ‘experiment’ with Captain Merluza, utilizing various magic shop items to push her beastman instincts to the limit. After a year and a half of simmering tension, Merluza reveals her deep-seated desire and vulnerable side, requesting to be called ‘Mel.’ The encounter escalates from standard intimacy to anal play, confirming Kento’s theories about ‘female knight’ tropes and beastman preferences.
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Trivia:
- Merluza has been waiting for this for a year and a half since the ‘Estrus Research’ arc.
- The ‘Slime-kun’ was a gift originally presented to the Queen, then shared with Merluza and Muse.
- Beastmen typically do not find pleasure in anal play during their heat, making Merluza’s enjoyment an outlier or a result of specific ‘training.’
- Kento is still mentally treating parts of this as an ‘experiment’ even while participating.
- Merluza refers to herself in the third person or with specific animalistic cues (lion ears drooping) when being vulnerable
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Character Insight:
Merluza transitions from a rigid, prideful Captain of the Guard to a submissive and devoted partner who desires intimate recognition (‘Mel’). Kento shows a mix of shopkeeper professionalism and predatory dominance, specifically targeting the ‘female knight’ tropes prevalent in his knowledge base.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author leans heavily into the ‘gap moe’ of a strong female warrior being broken down by specialized magical items, a staple of the ‘Adult Magic Shop’ subgenre.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Merluza – The Captain of the Royal Guard, a veteran soldier and Lion Beast-person. She testifies to the military necessity and effectiveness of the ‘Tremble Ddo-Buddy’ (which she calls ‘Bob’) for female beast-person soldiers, ensuring job performance isn’t compromised by ‘heat’. Have dull yellow hair, large feline ears, wearing armor, and large scar over the right eye.
• 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.
• Aerith – A wolf beast-person and Ouka’s daughter. She is intensely attracted to Kento’s creative genius and is not shy about showing her interest. Have gray fur hair and tail, wearing elegant dress.
• Laika – The beastwoman dog.
• Muse – Cecile’s trusted attendant and chief maid, Muse handles sensitive, discreet tasks like espionage and product acquisition. Have sharp, black eyes, wearing maid uniform, and have expressionless face.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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