“Mm.”

“What if wild boars really moved their habitat this way? That sound just now could’ve been a wild boar too.”

Valentin laughed like it was nothing.

“Don’t worry, Aila. If it really was a wild boar, it would’ve attacked us already. Would it have just quietly left? And if there’d been another animal, I would’ve smelled it and noticed first.”

“Really not?”

Because his sense of smell was several times superior and special compared to humans, Aila completely trusted his words.

Even when she was young, he’d been amazingly good at finding herbs among all kinds of plants, and even now when Aila came back after meeting someone, he’d remember that unfamiliar scent.

“Yeah, it’s safe quite far from the cabin where we live, so don’t worry.”

“Then what animal hurt Fisher?”

“Who knows. Must’ve been stabbed by something quite strong.”

While Aila made a fuss even if she got a scratch on her foot, his attitude about Fisher was indifferent.

“More likely, didn’t he do something to provoke an attack?”

“Something to provoke it?”

“As you know, Aila, animals aren’t as evil as humans. Fisher might’ve tried to steal something first, or tried to kill it.”

“I guess so.”

“That’s what I think. Humans are really the evil ones. Think about it. Hunting animals as they please and all that.”

Aila was quickly persuaded. Fisher might really have tried to do something bad first. As Valentin said, animals weren’t as evil compared to humans.

Though they hunted and ate animals weaker than themselves to fill their hungry bellies, they only killed enough to fill their stomachs and stopped when full.

What about humans in comparison? To store more meat, to get more pelts, or sometimes hunting just as a hobby even when they didn’t need it.

“Anyway, you don’t need to be scared.”

“That’s a relief. I was so worried. Wondering if we’d have to move.”

“Want to move? Then should we? We’ve saved up a lot of money.”

As he said, their household was quite prosperous. Though everything was achieved thanks to Valentin.

“Want to go down to the village, get a house and live there?”

“No.”

Aila shook her head firmly. Living in the village would make getting necessary items easy and she could frequently see the fun marketplace, but she didn’t want to live mixed in among them.

The forest was a space that had given Aila so much. People had hurt Aila, but forest animals had given her love, and besides, if not for the forest, she wouldn’t have met Valentin.

This forest she’d shared with Valentin for six years was a precious home to Aila.

Moreover, knowing well that villagers thought of beastfolk as closer to beasts than humans, she didn’t want Valentin to experience such humiliation.

The forest suited him better than the village. Remembering how free he was when he transformed into a deer’s form and ran across the fields made her want to keep living here.

“Alright, then let’s live here. I like the forest too.”

Valentin’s expression, which had been gentle, turned somewhat cold when the rustling sound was heard once more. His eyes that had been smiling roundly sharpened at the corners, and his lips also hardened.

“There really is someone.”

“No. It’s an animal.”

“Then why do you look angry?”

Aila wasn’t particularly quick-witted, but she was good at reading Valentin’s mood. Even though he was pretending otherwise in front of Aila, he was in a very bad mood right now.

“You’re mistaken.”

Valentin relaxed his sunken expression and smiled again.

‘He’s definitely hiding something.’

“Should we head back now?”

Valentin completely covered Aila’s body with his own and lifted her. Then he wrapped her tightly in the blanket like before.

The way back to the cabin was the same—held in Valentin’s arms.

* * *

After the bath, Aila returned to the cabin wrapped nicely in a blanket, held in Valentin’s arms. Valentin, who set Aila down near the dining table, skillfully prepared food.

“Hungry?”

The sun had already passed the mountainside. Her empty stomach that hadn’t eaten breakfast naturally cried out for food.

“What do you want to eat?”

“Something quick to make.”

“Should I make chicken vegetable soup?”

“Yes! I’d like that.”

Valentin brought prepared meat from the ingredient storage basket and started cooking as he always did.

All the meat stored in the relatively cool part of the cabin belonged to Aila. As an herbivorous beastman, the one food Valentin could never adapt to even if he tried human food was meat.

He carefully cooked food he couldn’t even eat, only for Aila. The sound of cutting ingredients, water boiling, steam rising from the hearth—before long, delicious chicken vegetable soup was completed in a flash.

It was always amazing to see. How did he make it so quickly?

When he lived in the western forest, he wouldn’t have eaten cooked food. It was fascinating how after living with Aila, he learned one by one and became so good at cooking meat dishes he didn’t even enjoy himself.

Aila was still n*ked, wrapped in a blanket. When she moved her body to free her arms, Valentin quickly approached and lifted Aila as is, seating her on his lap.

There were plenty of chairs, so she wondered if he really needed to make such a fuss, but judging by the strength of his tight embrace, he seemed to have no intention of letting go.

Last night, this morning, even while bathing—he’d been holding her constantly. He seemed to want to do so even while eating.

‘Is he planning to spoon-feed me the soup too?’

“I can eat by myself.”

“You said you were tired.”

“I’m not so tired I can’t hold a spoon. And I can walk, I can move plenty.”

“Still, I want to feed you.”

“Valentin needs to eat too. I can’t be the only one eating.”

“I need to feed Aila.”

Even when she firmly declined, he stubbornly insisted on feeding her.

Valentin picked up a spoon and scooped an appropriate amount of warm soup. He blew on it in front of his mouth and brought it to Aila’s lips.

She had no choice but to accept the soup he fed her one spoonful at a time like a baby bird. Each time Aila took a bite, Valentin kneaded her buttocks or br*asts to satisfy his own hunger.

The order of food entering Aila’s mouth went like this: First he’d feed her a spoonful of hot soup, then a piece of cookie he’d made before, and to prevent choking, he made her drink milk in between.

Drinking milk too made her really feel like a baby.

Even when she felt bad eating alone and urged Valentin to eat, he was only interested in feeding Aila and exploring Aila’s body.

‘Is this what beastfolk heat is like? If they can mate, are they not hungry at all?’

She hadn’t eaten more than a few spoonfuls, yet his groin beneath her had swollen. Even if Aila tried to pretend not to notice, he was so firmly *rect she couldn’t ignore it.

Getting an *rection while eating. Valentin’s c*ck really had many problems. No dining etiquette, popping up anytime.

“I can’t concentrate on eating.”

“Why not? Should I chew it with my mouth and feed you?”

“Please…”

“Alright.”

Valentin, who smiled brightly, cleanly removed his hands. And started feeding her soup again. Though slightly suspicious, Aila chewed diligently to soothe her hungry stomach.

Even though the position was uncomfortable in many ways, the food was delicious.

But the spoon’s direction moved strangely. He deliberately didn’t put it properly in Aila’s mouth and subtly smeared it around. Then with words about it being a waste, he licked it off with his mouth.

He licked so stickily and slowly that she could feel every bump on his tongue against her skin.

While doing so, he subtly went beyond the lip area. Sucking on cheeks where no food had smeared, licking her temples, even biting her earlobes.

Since he’d already discovered her ears were sensitive, he persistently rubbed her earlobes with his tongue and repeatedly inserted his tongue into her ear.

“Ngh, Valentin!”

“What?”

He asked so innocently, like he didn’t know what the problem was. The words that followed telling her to hurry and eat were annoying.

His hands had become docile, but she still couldn’t concentrate on the meal.

* * *

That night.

Aila, who’d firmly believed in the promise Valentin made to her, realized at dawn that she’d been thoroughly deceived.

He stuck close behind Aila’s back, kneading her br*asts while persistently licking her earlobes. 

His wet tongue burrowing into her ear and the hands caressing the peaks of her br*asts were far from innocent expressions of affection.

It was clearly a procedure to excite Aila for mating.

He made the pure excuse that since night had passed and a new day started, he’d kept his word about “not doing it today,” but Aila couldn’t properly refute and was exhaling heated breaths.

Because her erogenous zones faithfully responded to the stimulation.

“Ngh, V-Valentin.”

“How can even your ears be this sweet? Does honey come from here?”

“St-stop, ngh…”

After wetly sucking even her jaw and cheeks, he devoured her lips so Aila couldn’t tell him to stop.

Then he rubbed his fully enraged member all over her round buttocks. Hot breaths tangled into each other’s mouths and saliva mixed.

Even while rubbing tongues, his hands didn’t rest.

One hand pinched her n*pples while the other rubbed her cl*toris. Her cl*toris, swollen from being tormented all day yesterday, reacted greatly even to grazing touches and flowed with love juices.

“Hngh!”

At the tingling feeling reaching her spine, Aila arched her back and moaned. But the sounds were all swallowed into Valentin’s mouth.

Unable to even properly m*an, the excitement pooling inside added more heat. Her lower belly was hot like heated on a hearth and her toes curled. Why was her groin so unbearably itchy?

Was it because she’d already learned the taste of cl*max? The act had only just begun, yet her mind was already trying to grow hazy.

Even without touching, her p*ssy was drenched in love juices, soaking her pubic hair, buttock valley, and thighs.

Valentin, who’d succeeded in exciting Aila as he intended, moved between her legs and thr*st his face in. She wanted to refuse since it was a messily dirtied area, but on the bed, Aila was the weaker party.

She had no choice but to be led wherever he took her.

Her groin spread to its limit on both sides. Her genitals were exposed completely. Aila found this position most embarrassing.

“Ahng, th-there… please, ngh…”

“Pretty, so pretty.”

Lick, lick—his wicked tongue touched only the sensitive spots. Her swollen cl*toris and twitching vaginal entrance, the wing-like areas spread prettily left and right.

Rubbing the entire lip surface, then pressing firmly with his tongue, sucking hard with his upper and lower lips.

“…Ahhng, mmnh, ahhng…”

When he sucked hard and fast on the most sensitive part of her body where s*xual sensation was maximally distributed, her brain felt like melting again. Her p*ssy hole twitched and begged for more.

P*ssy fl*ids flowed more than ever, wetly soaking her perineum and back hole. Looking down at Aila who couldn’t close her thighs and trembled with shaking buttocks, Valentin twisted his lips in a smile.

“Does your p*ssy feel good?”

“Ahng, th-those words…, mmnh…”

“Say it. Hm? If you say it feels good, I’ll s*ck it properly.”

“…Ngh, n-no, those words, I don’t like them, ahhng…”

“Stubborn.”

Aila knew now that pushing away couldn’t stop this. But she couldn’t put such lewd words in her mouth.

Valentin blatantly explored her p*ssy, moving his tongue intensely. Like punishing Aila for not saying the words he wanted, he gradually increased the intensity.

Her hands gripping the bedding turned white from the persistently continuing caresses. A frightening pleasure rushed in like her lower parts would burst.

“Ahhng, V-Valentin… ngh, some-something’s coming, ahhng…”

“You can c*m.”

“…Mmnh, n-no, ngh, move away, mmnh…”

“C*m in my mouth.”

“Ahng, n-no… ahng…”

“Please, I’m thirsty. The fl*ids from Aila’s body are delicious.”

At the shameless sounds he uttered casually, Aila squeezed her eyes shut. Like waves, like flames, cl*max instantly covered her entire body.

“Ahng! Ahhng, ahhng!”

Her p*ssy spurted clear liquid. Valentin, who’d received the sweet nectar as wished, smiled contentedly and caressed her lower parts so Aila could enjoy the afterglow of cl*max.

He licked the relatively less sensitive perineum and pubic area, and didn’t touch the cl*toris standing stiffly from sensitivity. It was too much stimulation since the real s*x hadn’t even started yet.