“You’re asking because you don’t know?”

“Aila doesn’t really understand, but male beastfolk are just like that. They even follow their mated female when she needs to relieve herself.”

“That’s a lie…”

“It’s true.”

Valentin opened his eyes gently, seemingly hoping she’d understand his sincerity.

“Wild life is so dangerous for weak females. Who knows when or where a predator might appear? Protecting the female you’ve mated with and decided to spend your life with is instinctive behavior for males.”

“But there are no predators here.”

“It’s still dangerous. I have a duty to protect you.”

According to the rumors she’d heard, Fin had developed some serious physical problem and couldn’t wander around outside like before. Come to think of it, Fisher—who had been pestering Aila—and several others had also vanished from the forest at some point.

So there was no one left to harm her like before.

“I’m anxious. If something bad happens to Aila when I’m not there, what am I supposed to do?”

Valentin grabbed Aila’s waist and looked at her with sad eyes. He didn’t seem willing to back down, which was truly troublesome.

Even so, showing him that was embarrassing.

It would be nice if he understood, but she’d already learned about his persistent personality. Eventually, Aila let out a deep sigh and reluctantly made a proposal.

“Then promise me.”

“What?”

“You can follow me, but you have to turn around and face away.”

Valentin tried to persuade Aila again, seemingly dissatisfied with this too.

“If someone attacks you while I’m not looking…”

“Who’s going to attack me in broad daylight?”

Aila cut off Valentin’s words. Anyone could see he was being unreasonable, but if he wouldn’t agree to even this much, Aila had no choice but to be just as stubborn.

“You never know.”

“So what are you going to do? Choose one of the two.”

“…”

“Either don’t follow me, or turn around and face away.”

After rolling his eyes and quietly thinking for a moment, Valentin spoke.

“Hmm, fine.”

His face didn’t look satisfied, but he seemed to have decided to accept this much.

The conditions were as follows: Valentin would stand at least three meters away from where Aila was. He would absolutely not turn around. If he did turn around, they would sleep separately that day.

The two reached an agreement.

But as time passed, Valentin’s behavior became increasingly suspicious. At some point, he kept subtly turning his body to the side. The sound of water trickling down was already embarrassing enough to die from.

Then a hypothesis suddenly occurred to Aila. Maybe Valentin was doing this on purpose. Words he’d mentioned several times before when mating with Aila flashed through her mind.

‘Ah, how can even your pee hole be so cute?’

‘Just imagining pee flowing from Aila’s urethra makes me think I could come.’

It seemed Valentin had something else in mind. She became increasingly certain of this thought today.

Before going to bed, Valentin personally brewed tea and served it to Aila. When she took a sip or two and set it down, he urged her to drink it all, saying it was very good for her body.

Unable to resist his insistence, she eventually downed several cups, and as soon as she did, Valentin immediately pounced on Aila.

Like he always did, he hastily sucked on her lips and kneaded her br*asts. Aila was overwhelmed by just one act, but Valentin never stopped moving his mouth and hands simultaneously, setting Aila’s body ablaze.

Her body, awakened to pleasure, craved new stimulation every single day. Her heart pumped rapidly, heating the blood flow throughout her body.

Valentin passed his saliva to Aila while playing with her n*pples with his fingers. His knee was positioned between Aila’s legs, grinding heavily against her crotch.

“Ah, mmm.”

The wet sound of sucking tongue wrapped around her eardrums. She was already wet below. 

Valentin put tremendous effort into f*replay. He seemed to enjoy making Aila, who rarely begged, heat up completely and ask for it first.

When he gently circled her n*pples, the hardened tips stood up sharply, showing off their pretty color. Their luscious appearance flaunted their presence, seemingly wanting to be tormented more.

Valentin came down along Aila’s jaw, showering her with small kisses, and descended to her chest where the ripe fruit waited.

“Why are Aila’s n*pples so cute? They’re making a fuss, begging me to suck them.”

Then he swallowed it in one go. He massaged the large, soft flesh overall while stimulating the n*pple with his teeth. When he bit down with appropriate pressure, the n*pple raised its head even more firmly.

Now that her body had grown somewhat accustomed to mating, her n*pples were fully engorged and vibrant. Valentin irregularly adjusted the intensity, occasionally scraping sharply with his teeth.

Then Aila trembled at the thrilling stimulation and pushed her chest out further. The muscles on the inside of her thighs kept contracting, tensing up.

When she automatically squeezed her legs tight, Valentin’s knee rubbing between her thighs pressed more deeply against her v*lva. The sensation of his firm lower body excited Aila.

Her appearance—eyes closed, white nape tilted back—was clearly someone gasping in pleasure.

“Ah, mmm, ngh.”

Valentin leisurely admired Aila’s facial expression while sucking on the opposite n*pple. The small bud disappeared into his mouth.

Inside, it was crushed by his tongue, bitten by his teeth, subjected to all kinds of torment, and when it emerged, it was soaked and gleaming with moisture.

“When I suck one side, the other feels left out, and when I suck the other side, the first one feels left out. What should I do about this?”

Valentin smiled and pushed both br*asts together toward the center. As the two n*pples touched between the br*asts pressed together like dough, Valentin sucked them both in at once.

When he worked his mouth, Aila trembled her waist like someone electrocuted and tightly grabbed Valentin’s brown hair.

“Hah. They taste even better when I eat them together.”

“Hah, you’re, you’re too… mmm.”

“Too what? Too good? Want me to do more?”

He swallowed the red tips again. This time he chewed and sucked with even stronger intensity, then pulled them out with force at the end, making a pop sound.

“Ah! Ahh!”

Aila let out a high-pitched sound. Her heated body sent heat upward and released moisture downward. Water flowed from her softened p*ssy.

She was still dressed, but her crotch was damp. Valentin’s knee rubbing between her thighs was also getting wet.

“Ah, V-Valentin, st-stop, hah, p-put it in…”

“Stop?”

“Ngh, no, mm.”

Noticing Aila’s state—unable to endure any longer—Valentin stimulated her crotch even more with his knee.

Aila felt like she’d die from the teasing. She didn’t need a blunt part like his knee—she needed fingers or a tongue that could stimulate her in detail. Or she needed Valentin’s c*ck to fill her up completely.

Heat gathered between her crotch and she wanted relief somehow, but embarrassment kept her mouth from opening. Valentin looked down at Aila, who couldn’t say anything and was whimpering, with an excited face.

“Then? You have to speak properly for me to understand.”

“Hah, h-hurry, do it, ahh.”

“Where? Should I touch your p*ssy?”

Aila lowered her tilted nape and nodded. A voice full of laughter followed.

“If you want it that much, I have to do it.”

“Ah, mmm, ngh.”

Valentin moved between her legs, spread Aila’s legs wide open, inserted his index and middle fingers into her softened p*ssy, and rolled her cl*toris with his thumb.

When he stimulated both sides simultaneously, Aila didn’t know what to do and thrust her v*lva into the air.

Watching her small b*ttocks rise up and move vigorously, desperate to feel pleasure, drove him insane with excitement. Just watching made him feel like his balls were filling with seed.

Valentin scratched the folds of the vaginal walls that clenched and pulled at his fingers, pressing the tender flesh as he pleased. He could now find the parts where Aila felt good even with his eyes closed.

Born with an innately sensitive body, she cl*maxed within just a few minutes of stimulating certain spots, dripping p*ssy juice. Valentin liked to bring Aila to climax multiple times with his hands and mouth before penetrating her.

That way, her wet p*ssy, drenched with love juice, would cling to his c*ck deliciously.

Sure enough, not long after he poked her p*ssy with his fingers while stimulating her cl*toris, Aila let out gasping breaths and screamed.

Her fluttering vaginal walls convulsed rapidly, squeezing his two fingers tight. Thick fluid flowed from inside, wetting his hand.

Valentin quickly put his mouth to it and drank, not wanting to waste the flowing liquid.

“Hah, hah, don’t, Valentin, ngh.”

Even though he drank it every time, Aila was always so embarrassed when he used his mouth. But that didn’t mean Valentin could skip his favorite act.

He pressed his red tongue against her entrance and brought his mouth to it. He stirred the inside with his tongue while pressing her cl*toris with his finger. He’d learned through experience that pressing here made more honey pour out.

Sticky, sweet fluid flowed into his mouth. Valentin moved his mouth with the determination to devour it all. He didn’t want to miss a single drop.

Her sensitive p*ssy, stimulated by the tongue wildly poking inside, had already cl*maxed before, yet it gaped open again, demanding more pleasure.

“You know what? Aila has no greed and is kind, but Aila’s p*ssy is really greedy.”

“Ah, n-no, mmm.”

“Why is it smacking its lips like this, saying it wants to eat more?”

When he pushed his tongue deep into the twitching hole and pressed firmly on her favorite spot, Aila clenched her buttock muscles tight and trembled. The entrance squeezed his tongue so hard it tingled.

It was amazing how such a small hole could take Valentin’s c*ck.

After confirming Aila had cl*maxed twice, Valentin took off his pants and freed his swollen c*ck. 

When he stroked the shaft and brought it to her entrance, the hole repeatedly contracted and relaxed, welcoming the head.

His c*ck slid smoothly into the soaking wet entrance. Even though it was a warm, wet p*ssy, it was still tight.

When he shoved the thick pink flesh all the way to the root, Aila gasped for breath. Valentin pulled back slowly, then deeply poked inside.

He gripped her pelvis firmly—shaking greatly with each movement—and increased his speed. Sticky p*ssy juice gushed out, then was dragged back in.

The widely spread flesh turned red and engorged. Regardless of how good it felt, Valentin’s c*ck was always too much for Aila to take comfortably.

“How can Aila’s p*ssy feel this good every time? I’m going crazy.”

“…Mmm, mm, ah.”

“It’s so chewy. It’s sucking my c*ck like crazy.”

“Ngh, hah, ah.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Hah, ah… ahh.”

“That’s why you’re dripping so much p*ssy juice.”

Valentin freely enjoyed the passage he’d carefully carved out daily in the shape of his c*ck. He varied the speed—fast, then slow, then fast again—racing toward maximum pleasure.

The inner walls clung tightly to his shaft, working hard to match his rhythm, which was adorable. Valentin rewarded her by keeping his c*ck rock hard and thoroughly pounding her insides.