Emmett glared at Raiden, with veins bulging in his neck. His blue eyes were filled with a chilling rage.

Did he really love that woman? Raiden let out a hollow laugh.

The ropes were more than half broken. Emmett intended to rush to that woman.

Crack!

Krita, who had been licking Rosé, noticed Emmett breaking free and rushing towards him. He had left him alone to watch quietly.

“Males are certainly foolish regardless of species.”

Krita leisurely raised his arm and formed an ice crystal. It was a defensive technique unique to the white wolves, but what he was creating now was something special.

“No! Sir Emmett, don’t come!”

Rosé saw the massive ice crystal Krita created and shouted urgently.

“I’m really okay! I’m fine!”

Would he believe her if she said she could defeat this leader monster?

‘Ah! I need to absorb s*men!’

Rosé suppressed her urge to reveal her true intentions and shook her head at Emmett.

Why did I come along quietly? Why did I moan and rub my butt on his knee?

‘Because he’s an S-tier!’

King of the White Wolves (S-tier)
Characteristics: Leader of the white wolves and the Quamad of Kamit. Opened a gate to the human realm to win the succession war in the demon realm.
Appearance: White skin. White hair and gray eyes. White fur ears on the head. Long, bushy tail.
g*nitalia: Stored on the left. Very thick white. Very thick veins. Very large balls. Very high output. Right angle. Very strong rigidity.
Average Monthly ej*culation Frequency: 194 times
Pubic Hair: Average density. Very long. White. Very thin. Very soft.
Rewards: Charisma 7, Sociability 10
Hidden f*tish: Tail insertion

Neither Emmett, Raiden, nor even Krita would have guessed that Rosé was currently engaged in a fierce battle with the Quamad, the so-called King of the White Wolves.

Her hands were tied behind her back, and her only support, the two men, had their weapons taken and were bound. The only way to escape this crisis was to absorb s*men.

“Sir Emmett, I’m really fin…!”

“Growl! Do not interrupt my mating time, human!”

At that moment, Krita hurled the completed ice crystal at Emmett, who was running at full speed.

Emmett rolled on the ground to avoid it, but the shards scattered and clung to his entire body.

Krita watched with satisfaction as Emmett was gradually restrained.

“Growl… Watch quietly as your female becomes mine.”

Rosé looked at Emmett, trapped in the giant ice crystal, with a horrified expression. The monster had imprisoned a living person in ice.

Emmett banged on the ice wall and shouted something, but his voice couldn’t be heard outside the ice.

“Damn it, Emmett!”

Raiden shouted, struggling in his bindings. But just as Emmett’s voice couldn’t be heard outside, Raiden’s voice couldn’t reach Emmett.

“Now, it’s our time, Rosé.”

Krita dramatically removed Rosé’s cloak hood in front of Emmett.

Krita marveled again. He hadn’t noticed her extraordinary beauty hidden under the cloak.

This woman could be considered the most beautiful mate of any wolf king in history. That would be a significant achievement for Krita.

“Kiss me, Rosé.”

Krita smiled lazily, but Rosé shook her head fearfully.

Krita laughed heartily, finding her coyness endearing rather than annoying.

“If you refuse, I’ll have to harm those males.”

Rosé’s eyes widened at his unexpected provocation.

Krita chuckled at her innocent expression and reached out towards the males.

“What are you doing, ah, no!”

Ice needles instantly pierced Raiden’s arms and legs, deliberately avoiding vital spots to cause maximum pain.

Emmett, trapped in the ice, was not spared either. Hundreds of needles sprouted from the ice wall, piercing his body.

“Ugh!”

“Ahhh!”

‘I should have kissed him right away!’

Rosé squeezed her eyes shut, unable to look directly at the two bloodied men. ‘No’ had become a habit.

“I’ll do it! I’ll kiss you, please!”

“Growl… Good.”

Rosé swallowed hard and slowly approached his lips. If only they hadn’t met as enemies, his appearance was strikingly beautiful.

If he weren’t a monster, he could have been her fourth boyfriend…

Swoosh.

This guy would die the moment he ej*culated. Unaware of Rosé’s sinister intentions, Krita moaned in satisfaction as their lips touched.

Compared to the lips of the wolf tribe, hers were small and cute, but he could just suck them until they grew.

“Rosé, you… huh, you really surprise me.”

The wolf tribe’s characteristic long and thick tongue invaded her mouth without hesitation. Their tongues clashed and rubbed together, and the slippery saliva heated her entire mouth.

“Ah, ah… mmph…”

The way his tongue roamed inside her mouth was as lewd as if it were scraping her p*ssy. Even the wolf tribe females couldn’t handle his tongue play.

Rosé was no exception. She extended her tongue to wrap around his, trying to keep it from leaving.

“Huh… You’ve made me this hard, Rosé.”

Krita bit and sucked on Rosé’s lower lip, then gestured to his groin with his eyes.

As he said, his member had grown so large that it threatened to tear through his pants. The large gl*ns peeked out from the clean white foreskin.

Most of the penises she had seen were dark, like dirt-covered carrots, but Krita’s was as white as a freshly washed radish.

‘It’s kind of erotic…’

Rosé couldn’t take her eyes off Krita’s c*ck, as if she were looking at a special treat.

“It’s time to show the males that you’re mine, Rosé.”

Krita turned Rosé’s chin to face the males.

Raiden could only let out a hollow laugh, unable to speak, while Emmett banged on the wall, gritting his teeth.

“Watch as the woman who was yours falls apart in my hands!”

Krita dramatically pulled down Rosé’s dress below her chest. Her plump br*asts bounced out eagerly.

Emmett banged his head against the ice wall. He couldn’t muster the courage to face her. He had never felt so helpless.

“What a nice pair of br*asts. I like them.”

“Ah, yes!”

Krita’s large hands squeezed and kneaded her round br*asts. Her small areolas and plump n*pples turned red and swollen under his rough handling.

No matter how he squeezed, the plump flesh slipped through his fingers. The weight was substantial, too much to hold with one hand.

“Ahh, yes!”

“Your br*asts are so heavy they keep sagging. Should I lift them by the n*pples?”

Krita laughed as he licked her ear. Her br*asts were so big that they couldn’t be lifted without a corset.

It was the kind of br*ast he had seen in females who had given birth multiple times. It was surprising to see such plump br*asts on a maiden.

“You seem too pleased to answer.”

Krita pinched her n*pples with his fingers. The ar*ola wrinkled, and the heavy br*asts lifted with it.

It looked painful when the n*pple column stiffened, but it was pleasing to see her br*asts, like he was milking a female.

“Ah, stop, it hurts. Ahh!”

“The males look like they’re about to burst.”

Rosé squinted and checked on the two men at Krita’s mocking words.

Emmett had turned his head away, but Raiden couldn’t.

Raiden’s pants were tight, outlining his er*ect c*ck. Despite his mocking words, his body honestly expressed his desire for her.

“Damn…”

Raiden groaned in agony, realizing his state. He had never noticed how big her br*asts were under the cloak.

And her moaning voice… he didn’t know it was so lewd.

“Ah, ah… ah!”

Krita’s rough hand twisted her er*ect n*pples. Then he pulled them forward to see how far her br*asts would stretch. The bigger they were, the more fun it was to play with them.

Krita, pleased, licked Rosé’s ear and lifted her dress.

“You’re not wearing underwear. Were you planning to seduce males by leaking your fluids?”

“That’s not… ah, ah!”

His long fingers pushed into her immature p*ssy. Squish. Squish. Her n*pples seemed to be in heat, leaking more the deeper he went.

She had good br*asts and a wet p*ssy. The more he touched her, the more he liked her.

However, Krita was uneasy that her p*ssy smell attracted even the lowly human males.

Look at those pathetic human males. One was punching the wall until his fists bled, and the other was staring at her p*ssy, mesmerized.

“Growl… Show them you’re my female, Rosé.”

“Ah, stop, if you put it in like that… ah!”

Krita inserted another finger into her p*ssy as a warning to the males. He moved his fingers rapidly, making her inner walls flutter.

His thick fingers circled inside and then plunged deeply. Her vaginal walls clung tightly and were moist. No matter how roughly he stirred, it never dried up.

“It’s surely a wondrous p*ssy that males would fight over to claim.”

“Haa, ah, ah…!”

Krita aimed his c*ck, which had burst out of his pants, at Rosé’s wet hole. It was so slippery that his c*ck kept sliding off.

His hands trembled impatiently like those of a virgin desperate to stick it in any hole.

“I’ll make you my mate, haa, Rosé, from now on, you’re mine…”

But despite his words, his gl*ns kept missing the hole. Rosé felt herself getting increasingly irritated and pursed her lips.

‘You can’t even find the hole!’

If only she could speak.

Talking about how great her p*ssy was and how she was his, yet he couldn’t even find the hole.