Chapter 46.1

tan was a black leopard beastman.

unlike the inferior werewolves who were influenced by the moon’s movement, they rule the night like kings and have total control.

‘it’s a bit of a problem, though…’

even the free and elegant tan who lived alone used to lose control like a beast at night when the old moon rose.

the man glanced at the moon that cast a hazy shadow. the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves resounded softly.

it was a late summer night in shamua. the air, hotter and damper than the empire, touched his cheek. under the night sky, edith twisted my slender body, breathing out hotter than the midsummer sun.

“huh, yes…”

the man knew very well what kind of aphrodisiac she’d taken and what he had to do to relieve the pain. he damn knew all too well what it was.

it happened to be the last day. if they do it today…

“shit.”

he scratched the back of his head as he suddenly turned to glance at edith’s red face.

“…can’t you stand it, master?”

edith was crawling on the floor with tearful eyes as if she couldn’t hear the man. unable to overcome the heat, she grabbed her clothes and tore them apart. a woman who couldn’t hide her brilliant beauty even in the dark suddenly appeared under the pale moonlight.

“i’m going crazy.”

the man lamented.

it was as if his prey had thrown off the wrapping paper for him to run and eat immediately.

“just a little, i’ll let you go a little bit,” he muttered with a sigh.

edith fell on the bare floor and lay down. lying on a piece of cloth, she clung to him with tears dripping.

“i, i…it’s so painful.”

the man licked edith’s tears. the corners of her reddened eyes trembled as she exhaled a faint moan.

“you’re cute even when you cry.”

her crying face wasn’t bad, although he had no taste in bullying women. the man raised the corners of his mouth playfully, and with his fingertips, twisted her nipples that had already stood upright.

“ha!”

soon, a moan that sounded like a cry broke out. the man bit into a handful of her creamy white breasts. edith threw her head back and trembled as he persistently touched her soft nippled with his tongue.

he was so greedy that he wanted to swallow it all in one bite. even if he was her slave, he thought it would be okay this time to subordinate her.

the man slowly licked edith’s beautiful body, oblivious to the fact that his hood had fallen to the floor. a sweet and lascivious scent pierced the tip of his nose. he wanted to enjoy this time a little more.

“huh. it’s more, it’s more painful…!”

however, edith hit the floor with her hand as if she didn’t need an affectionate caress. she pushed the man on top of her and spread her legs wide. between her slender thighs, liquid of love trickled down, glistening white in the moonlight.

“…now what?”

the man who was about to protest was soon forced to shut up when he was suddenly pushed. edith was suddenly rubbing her red and hot clitoris with her own hands. her slender fingers spread through her entrance, and soon dug inside.

“why don’t you just kill me, master?”

seeing this made him think it would be easier for edith to get infected with the plague and die than to endure her own desires.

“fuck this, really…” he said as he held his breath.

clenching his teeth in the boiling heat, the man rolled his fists. the protruding joints made a scratching sound and bled.

“master, you’re in big trouble. you know that?”

whatever the man said, edith’s fingers continued to dig in without looking at him. with the sound of liquid, her wet inner lining clung to her fingers and slipped away. at first glance, he seemed to see pinkish flesh inside.

“ahhhhhh…!”

edith let out a moan of anguish. the man closed his eyes tightly with a burning thirst.

as if poking inside her wasn’t enough, edith started rubbing her breasts with her other hand. her chest, which she couldn’t grab with her small hand, circled up and down. the nipples sticking out between her fingers shook as she pressed them.