Chapter 39
Haa… haa…
Harsh breaths, belonging to neither her nor him alone, tangled together with saliva in her mouth.
A thick tongue invaded her small lips without hesitation.
She was breathless.
Through her blurred vision, she saw the man’s face twisted with excitement.
“Kyaa!”
Her body lifted suddenly, and Sharie instinctively tightened her arms around the man’s neck.
When she came back to her senses, she was already cradled in Kaisa’s embrace.
“Let’s go.”
Holding her against him, Kaisa strode forward.
Cheerful singing.
The crackling of the bonfire.
Laughter and voices of people.
All the sounds of reality faded behind them.
A small brazier burned quietly in the corner, filling the inside of the wide tent with a warm glow.
Unlike the crude shelters of the others, this one had been prepared for Kaisa.
Inside were not only a cot but also a simple table and chair.
The bed itself was large—large enough that even if Sharie rolled about, it would still fit her comfortably.
It wasn’t as soft as the canopy bed of the palace, but the thick fur of wild beasts was spread across it, giving off warmth.
“Mmh… stooop…”
The soft fur brushed against her face, while a solid chest pressed heavily against her back.
“Uuhh…”
How much time had passed?
Kaisa had her pinned to the bed, his body pressed close, holding her tightly in his embrace.
His large hand gripped her soft breast and would not let go.
“That’s enough…”
Her swollen lips, kissed until they were sore, let out a hoarse, broken whisper.
“Ah…”
The brazier burned fiercely in the corner, its red flames scorching the air.
The heated atmosphere licked the sweat-soaked skin of Sharie’s delicate back.
How long had it been? She no longer knew.
Her body, consumed by pleasure, had turned to molten clay.
Her mind boiled and evaporated as though it no longer existed.
“How… many times…?”
By now, she couldn’t even count. As she tried to gather her dizzy thoughts, his rough whisper reached her ear.
“Just a little more. I’m at my limit too.”
Was this to be the last? The thought passed sluggishly through her hazy mind.
“Kh…”
His veined hand covered hers, gripping tightly.
“Ah… ahh!”
His breath fell hot against her ear. Her head went blank.
This time—it had to be the end. She exhaled in relief, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.
“Uuhh!”
But the unbearable sensation returned, repeating yet again.
“Why…?”
Why would it not end?
Sharie rubbed her cheek against the sheets, her voice breaking into pleading.
“I can’t… anymore.”
It was no joke. She couldn’t even lift a finger.
“No more… really…”
Her whimpering voice carried tears. In surrender, she stretched her limbs out limply, offering no resistance.
At last, it seemed Kaisa relented. The crushing weight of his body lifted from her.
Finally. It was over.
She sighed in relief—until a strange sensation touched her back.
“Eek!”
It was cold and damp. She flinched, curling up. The hand moving over her back stilled.
“Too cold?”
Only then did Sharie realize—he was wiping her body with a wet cloth.
“Mmh… it’s fine…”
The cloth was merely cool, though her overheated skin made it feel like ice.
“Uuhh…”
She hadn’t noticed until now, too overwhelmed by other sensations—but the exposure was humiliatingly obvious.
“K-Kaisa, give me the cloth. I’ll do it.”
Her face flushed as she spoke. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he looked down at her.
“So you mean to erase every trace I’ve left on you?”
His voice carried faint regret, his eyes still burning with desire.
‘It isn’t over yet…?’
The tension she thought had ebbed flared up once more.
But Kaisa handed her the cloth without protest.
By the time she wiped herself clumsily, her strength was utterly drained.
“I’m exhausted…”
She felt as limp as a waterlogged rag.
Of course, she had always known the gap in stamina between them was vast—but this much?
Kaisa, meanwhile, had carried her with one arm, wiped her clean, and still showed no sign of weariness.
“Shall I loosen your body for you?”
“Huh?”
His long, strong hand moved toward her trembling frame.
“I-it’s fine—ah!”
She tried to protest, but her strength gave out.
His touch, however, was calm and deliberate.
He intertwined his fingers with hers, loosening her stiff toes, then kneaded her calves and thighs, easing the cramped muscles.
Not an ounce of ulterior motive—just simple care.
‘It feels… good…’
Her tense body melted under his touch.
“How is it? Better?”
“Yes…”
Drowsy, she blinked heavily.
“Sharie.”
His voice grew distant. Her vision sank lower.
When she looked down, she saw small, round paws before her eyes.
No mirror was needed to know.
‘I’ve transformed…’
She had shifted into her beast form.
Never before had she lost control like this. The exhaustion, the strain—it must have triggered it. Her body had instinctively reverted to its most survivable form: a rabbit.
Kaisa already knew she was a beastkin born without a tail. But she had never shown herself so plainly before.
Now, the little rabbit sat in his palm.
His muscular, bare body loomed above her.
He was the one unclothed—yet she felt the shame.
Unable to meet his gaze, she buried her nose into her paws.
“This is troublesome.”
Her ears twitched. His tone was less than pleased.
Her long rabbit ears drooped low.
‘So he finds me disappointing… after all…’
But his next words caught her off guard.
“If rumors spread that I forced you into beast form on our first night, it would be disastrous.”
She lifted her head slowly. His expression was serious.
‘That’s what he meant…?’
Why did he always make her heart twist this way?
Annoyed, she slapped his palm with her tiny paws.
“Cute.”
Kaisa chuckled, clearly delighted.
“To think something bite-sized dares get angry at me. You’re braver than I thought, Sharie.”
His words carried an edge. Even knowing he would never harm her, instinct made her flinch.
She lowered herself flat to the ground, chin pressed down—submission.
“…It was only a joke.”
Yes, she knew. Her body had simply reacted on its own.
“I would never hurt you.”
His large hand stroked her ears, sliding gently down her back. His touch was tender, proving his words true.
“Piiiii…”
Sharie let out a small, contented cry, surrendering to the warmth of his caress.
She had lived her whole life ridiculed as an incomplete beastkin without a tail. She had hidden this form from the world.
But here, now—she didn’t mind.
You lack nothing.
She remembered his words—the moment he had given her certainty.
From then on, even if she was incomplete, it no longer felt like a curse.
At last, his hand left her.
Regretfully, she nudged his fingertips with her nose. He murmured in a languid tone:
“But still… in this state, I can’t kiss your lips.”
His low voice brimmed with longing.
‘Don’t tell me he really intended to start again after that massage…?’
It wasn’t impossible. Sharie gave him a wary look.
If so… perhaps being in this form was safer.
‘Maybe I should sleep like this tonight…’
Resolving herself, she flopped onto her side, the posture of utter relaxation.
“Hm. So that’s your choice?”
He seemed to read her thoughts. Clicking his tongue in mock disappointment, Kaisa raised his hand in surrender.
