Chapter 30: Beastmen, How Far Can They Go? (04)
If I left them be, Naomi and the four cat beastwomen were sure to brawl, so I laid my hand on the Mana Saber.
Cats fighting at night are naturally noisy.
For a peaceful night's sleep, I swung the Mana Saber, slightly sharpening the claws of the cat beastwomen reflected in the moonlight.
"The claws are suddenly..."
"Let's stop here and go back."
Since I burned off only their sharp claws without causing actual wounds, they had no means to oppose Naomi anymore and, judging it disadvantageous even with their numbers, they fled without hesitation.
"I'm sorry. These friends don't usually invade territories ; it was disgraceful behavior."
Naomi apologized, but what was her fault in this?
It’s just because I’m too charming.
"You must be tired, so go to sleep first."
Observing Naomi, who was keeping watch with nocturnal eyes, I decided not to refuse and just fell asleep.
'It’s been a tiring day anyway...'
I carefully placed the flask containing Mollang (not semen) in a moderately cool area and lay down in what looked like a bed.
The facilities aren't great, but having a roof is better than sleeping outside, right?
I woke up from my sleep to the pain of a rough sandpaper-like tongue rubbing against my glans.
What I saw upon waking were white, plump linear cracks and a fluttering cat tail above them, and soon the sandpaper-like pain hit my glans again.
Fully awake now, I lifted the small white buttocks in front of me and immediately recognized them as belonging to the Munchkin cat beastwoman I had seen yesterday.
She seemed unaware of her mistake as she tried to lick my glans again, and I desperately blocked her mouth.
'Oh man, cat tongues are scary.'
As I covered her mouth with my hand, the rough texture of her tongue licked my palm, which was a bit prickly but not as painful as it would be on the glans.
Of course, since the glans is a sensitive mucous membrane, it would be insanely painful to be rubbed by such a rough tongue.
"Such a tiny thing..."
A bit bigger than Mollang? If I lifted her by the armpits, she would fit on my lap.
She was about the size of a slightly larger stuffed animal, and although her naked body wandering around with grey and white mixed hair was quite cute...
Just a bit larger than Mollang, but still not practical for actual use.
Normally, Mollang is smaller, but as a slime, it's elastic and stretches well without tearing, which is why it's used, but inserting it into a real beastman would be nothing short of torture, right?
Even now, the Munchkin cat was trying to knead my glans with her short legs, so I got up and Naomi was already bringing soup and bread that seemed like breakfast.
I thought I'd gotten used to seeing her naked, but now, preparing food with only an apron on, the contours of her breasts starkly outlined against the apron and the shape of the apron tucked between her legs brought to mind her smooth lower body I had seen yesterday.
'Ahhh... too stimulating for the morning...'
"Not at all, it's all for the coexistence of humans and beastmen."
Wouldn't it be better if Naomi took over as the leader here instead of the Grandmother?
Naomi at least wears clothes and has some common sense when entering the city.
Although she has no pubic hair.
While thinking this, my gaze drifted down to Naomi's pussy, and unwittingly my morning erection... got a bit more intense.
"Just a moment, need some time..."
"Oh? Ah... Yes. Rest a bit more, Sir Knight."
I then moved away from Naomi and quietly opened the flask.
The last time, the mouth of the water bottle was too narrow to fit my part, but the special flask I had stolen now had a wide enough opening to insert my member directly.
So when I opened the lid and thrust it in...
Mollang inside immediately started sucking on my glans and clung to it.
'This beastman village is too stimulating...'
And given the keen sense of smell of the beastmen, even secretly masturbating in a secluded spot would surely be discovered 100%, so using Mollang's help to relieve myself and handle the scent was the only stable option.
'How did I ever live without Mollang?'
I carefully ensured that no semen leaked outside the flask, allowing Mollang inside to play leisurely with the white semen it consumed.
"Good thing I stole this flask..."
As I was searching for the lid of the flask, a cool breeze blew against the wall, cooling my sweat.
And then I realized that from beyond the wall, ten pairs of eyes were blatantly watching me.
'I didn’t realize it was so dark yesterday... was there not a wall here?'
It wasn't really a wall but just cloth haphazardly draped to cover gaps, and although I hadn't noticed while sleeping last night, now I could see that the cloth had holes patched up.
Of course, now the cloth was fluttering in the wind, revealing holes, and...
So, it turned out I was putting on a public masturbation show in front of the beastman village.
'Should I just die...?'
I considered taking my own life for the honor of the Knight Order, but dying here would mean Dane might report it as 'Died of embarrassment while masturbating,' so I couldn't just die here.
"Ah, what the hell, see if I care!"
This is the human man’s pride! I was thinking boldly.
"You really are something. Have you finally lost your mind?"
Dane's disdainful voice came through, and I turned to see him simply wrapped in a piece of cloth at his waist, and the Grandmother similarly covered only her chest and lower parts.
Why were those two wearing normal (well, not exactly normal, but better than being completely naked) clothes?
It made me feel like I was the weird one, so I quietly covered my lower half with one hand.
"You seem to be enjoying the wild life."
"No, this is more like an accident..."
"Have more confidence in your body."
Coming into the village, the Grandmother had thrown off the rags she was wearing and exposed herself again, and Dane boldly turned away before he finished undressing.
"Did you enjoy the night? It wouldn’t be surprising if a human male had already mated with several given his readiness."
"As a guest, I tried not to create any unpleasant situations..."
Dane quietly turned his head.
"Is that so? We don’t see it as a problem if you mate with beastmen. Is that forbidden in your organization?"
"No, that’s not it..."
There was no rule against sex in the Knight Order’s regulations.
There are rules about punishment for sexual misconduct in the training academy, but it's not like they prohibit sex out here...
"When should I come for a meeting today?"
"Today? Is that possible, Dane?"
'Why is she asking Dane?'
"Not today. I'm busy."
Why did Dane naturally move behind the Grandmother and put his hand over her shoulder?
And what’s with that annoying smile?
'Wait a minute, don’t tell me Dane that bastard...?'
Did he already share a bed with the Grandmother? They might have slept in the same place, but that coward Dane... Well, given the Grandmother’s nature, it's possible she invited him, but it's surprising he had a successful mating.
'Dane of all people?'
Even if the other party is a beastman, isn't Dane being too presumptuous? But remembering the last Duchess's incident, I felt too sorry for him and decided to let it slide just this once.
'He doesn’t even realize we'd have to suppress a rebellion if things go south.'
Of course, I had no desire to storm this peaceful beastman village armed. If ordered from above, then maybe.
"I need to report the current situation to the higher-ups."
Yesterday’s discussion and her desire, namely to make beastmen more like beastmen, I asked the village hall to send a message via magical communication to the academy.
"Alright, I’ll be back."
The male beastman guarding the village, casually wearing simple trousers at his waist, took my letter and left the village to deliver it. Meanwhile, my task until the response came back was...
...dealing with the beastmen who came rushing in a crowd.
Especially the young canine beastmen who had been curiously observing us yesterday; they ran up to me in a hurry. When I extended my hand, they eagerly competed to nuzzle their heads against it, clearly wanting to be petted. It was truly dog-like behavior.
'Ah, right, they are dogs.'
"Master? The kingdom abolished slavery ages ago."
"Humans call you 'Master,' though?"
"Well, officially, slavery has been abolished, so there’s no such thing as a 'Master' anymore."
Even if they're kids—or precisely because they’re kids—it’s important to teach them the right knowledge.
'If they go out and call me Master, I’ll get arrested for violating anti-slavery laws!'
"A Master is someone who plays with you, feeds you, and cleans you!"
'So, it’s more like the relationship between a pet and its owner?'
While I was chatting with the canine beastmen, I heard the hiss of a cat from where my belongings were placed.
Then came the sound of something squishy hitting against something else.
Turning around, I saw the Munchkin beastman from the morning, who had licked me awake, locked in a fierce duel with Mollang!
"...What in the world is this?"
The flask containing Mollang was rolling on the ground, and bite marks from the cat's teeth were visible on Mollang's head.
Mollang, now extremely enraged, was flailing her jiggling slime body to fight back against the Munchkin cat beastman, who was countering with a cat-punch stance.
Even though they were fighting fiercely, the sight was so adorable that I couldn’t help but laugh, and all the heavy thoughts I’d been having disappeared completely.
'Why am I, a lowly knight, even worrying? I should just do what the higher-ups tell me.'
Given the kingdom’s recent policies, they wouldn’t resort to military suppression anyway, and the matter would likely be resolved administratively. Until then, all I had to do was act as a messenger here.
'Dane's enjoying himself, so why should I suffer alone?'
If Dane can do it, why can’t I? That’s unacceptable.
"Why not engage in some cultural... I mean, personal exchange with the beastmen?"
Damn it, I accidentally let my true feelings slip.
Naomi looked shocked and flustered, and in that instant, the female beastmen’s eyes changed.
From curious... to the predatory gaze of hunters eyeing their prey.
"Wait, hold on, I meant one-on-one... Ahhh! Wait, don’t lick me with your cat tongues! Don’t bite me with your fangs! Don’t scratch my back with your claws... Arghhh!!"
I had inadvertently opened the gates to a feline hell.