Whether JeJe feared him or not, Shahan’s plans would not be derailed.

Returning to his usual cold, expressionless demeanor, he mechanically began to remove his clothes layer by layer. Throughout this process, he maintained persistent eye contact with the trembling JeJe.

In the past, he would have averted his gaze before she even lowered her head, but now the opposite was true. No matter where JeJe’s eyes wandered, he never took his gaze off her.

Had she been n*ked, he would have devoured her with his eyes so intensely it would have been embarrassing. Licking his lips, Shahan continued undressing. Though he hadn’t received JeJe’s touch first as he’d wanted, that no longer mattered.

Finally, he stood before JeJe wearing only a thin robe, having removed everything else.

“Tell me. I’m asking why you fear me.”

JeJe hiccupped in horror at the sight of his half-n*ked state. Her desperate attempt to avoid looking at his lower body while trembling violently was painfully obvious.

“Sweet JeJe… You still seem afraid of this. Even girls younger than you enjoy it—how can you alone be so frightened, hmm?”

Shahan chuckled softly. Somehow having circled around the bed to JeJe’s back, he suddenly grabbed her waist from behind.

The two struggled on the bed, their backs and stomachs pressed together—her fighting to escape, him holding her firmly in place. Their entangled bodies thoroughly disheveled the bed sheets.

“You still seem to have strength to resist.”

“Hnn, ah… High P-Priest…”

During their struggle that wasn’t quite a struggle, he subtly caressed various parts of her body, gradually reducing her resistance. Her body, sensitized by the aphrodisiac, tightened with even the slightest touch.

Feeling that pleasurable trembling, Shahan breathed hotly against JeJe’s nape while her pushing hands kept slipping away. He decided to interpret this as tacit consent.

Experiencing indescribable elation at JeJe’s gradually crumbling resistance, Shahan lifted one of her arms with his hand. He slipped his hand through her exposed armpit to grasp her impossibly soft br*ast.

The overwhelming fullness he felt for the first time sent a shock through him, like something snapping in his mind. Burning desire filled his throat and heated his stomach. With his lips pressed against JeJe’s ear, he barely managed to speak through his pleasure-laden voice.

“Did your friend also…”

JeJe whimpered softly as he squeezed her br*ast hard enough to leave marks. When he rubbed the small n*pple atop her plump br*ast with his index finger, her breathing turned sweet.

“Did he touch your br*asts like this? JeJe.”

“Ah, ugh, haah… It, it hurts…”

When JeJe began to succumb to excitement, Shahan withdrew his hand and loosened the front of her dress. With a few gestures, the ribbon securing the bodice came undone easily. Shahan pulled out his now fully er*ect member from his robe and rubbed it against the cleft of JeJe’s b*ttocks.

Her body stiffened rigidly at the vivid sensation of their two desires grinding together.

The more she tensed, the more deliberately he rubbed his manhood against her back, ensuring the young girl could feel him distinctly.

“Ah, haa… ugh, ungh…”

“Feel it clearly, JeJe. This is all for you.”

Her small body, tiny enough to be completely enveloped in his embrace, trembled like an aspen leaf. Shahan glanced at her smooth, tailless white b*ttocks. Unlike himself—a snake without ears or tail—when beastkin become aroused, their ears or tails typically emerge. Since this was merely the beginning, he didn’t rush.

“Sometimes when I look at you, I feel the urge to devour you.”

“Th-that, ungh… High Priest, mmph!”

The white chin firmly grasped in Shahan’s hand trembled violently. Ignoring this, he licked JeJe’s lower lip with his tongue. He bit her closed lips to open them, then pushed his tongue inside, continuing until her small mouth was completely soaked with his saliva.

His efforts seemed to bear fruit as JeJe stopped avoiding his tongue and began to accept it obediently. The two wet tongues gradually became entangled, and soon squelching sounds filled the room. Holding JeJe’s breath captive, Shahan lifted her and laid her flat on the bed. Their pressed lips briefly separated from the momentum.

“Regardless of your fear.”

“High Priest…”

“I need to know why I feel this appetite for you.”

A long strand of saliva stretched thinly between their lips like a thread. JeJe nodded obediently with unfocused eyes, not understanding what he meant.

“JeJe, are you a beastkin?”

A hot hand traced circles on her white, plump belly. JeJe nodded slightly again, releasing a pleasurable moan.

“What small animal’s blood flows in you, I wonder.”

Shahan turned her body to the side and positioned himself tightly behind her. Now they both lay on their sides facing the wall. Her round, swollen br*asts were covered by his large hand, while her spread pelvis and legs rested across his firm thighs.

“What might this be… Hmm? Rabbit milk?”

His sweat-soaked palm clung to her plump br*ast. The small pink tip protruding from it was twisted and pressed mercilessly between two of his fingers.

“Ah, hnngg… hnn, ungh…”

One hand toyed with JeJe’s br*ast while the other caressed her slightly protruding belly. His hand gradually moved lower, following the curve of her widely spread pelvis and delving deep between her thighs.

“Still no hair, I see.”

Fondling her private parts covered only with soft down, Shahan murmured quietly.

“Beastkin have tertiary s*xual characteristics, so your body will change from today, JeJe. It will become more ripened, more beautiful. From an observer’s perspective, it’s an endlessly delightful thing…”

He spread the flesh already moist with slick fluid and pressed his fingers inside, stroking. JeJe reflexively tried to close her legs. Shahan grabbed one of her legs again, lifted it, and draped it over his thigh as he spoke.

“Besides, JeJe, I just remembered something I’d forgotten.”

“F-fact… hnng…”

“Yes, thinking about it, snakes practice cannibalism. So even if you’re not a rabbit, squirrel, or bird, I can still have an appetite for you.”

Shahan had yet to discover any ears or tail on JeJe’s body. While it wouldn’t be difficult to stimulate her further, rather than that…

“JeJe, female snakes have two reproductive organs. Don’t you think that’s worth confirming?”

Without stopping the hand stimulating her lower region, Shahan partially raised himself. As his touch penetrating her interior became increasingly intense, JeJe’s face contorted in distress.

“Ah, ungh, hnn, hnnk…”

“I heard you weren’t a virgin, but you seem to have tightened since then. Would two be too much from the start, JeJe?”

Two long-jointed fingers slowly slid into her interior, which was now seeping with fluid. Her insides clenched so tightly that his inserted fingers seemed about to be sucked in completely, sticking to her inner walls like quicksand along with her fluids.

JeJe tensed her lower abdomen, repeatedly trying to push away his intrusion. Watching her face contorted in pain, Shahan once again slowly inserted the foreign object deep inside her. He moved his wrist languidly to loosen her inside.

Though he thought she was sufficiently wet, she seemed extremely tense despite her intoxication, creating a certain stiffness. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face between her legs and flick his tongue against the small, round protrusion below.

But for Shahan, who had never crawled beneath anyone in his life, this was unimaginable—and the same applied to physical relationships between men and women. He had only looked down haughtily at women busy sucking his p*nis with their mouths full; never the reverse.

As a compromise, he raised his thumb to scratch the cl*toris buried beneath her flesh. Seeing the increasing wetness inside, it seemed it wouldn’t be long before he could insert his fingers to their full length without difficulty.

“You’ve gone quiet.”

“Ungh, mmph, hnnk…”

JeJe was adorably trying her hardest to suppress her moans by keeping her mouth tightly shut. How typical of her. Previously, even such a trivial thing would have irritated him, but now Shahan felt nothing of the sort. He simply smirked slightly at JeJe’s face before returning to his expressionless state, repeatedly probing deep into her inner walls with his fingers.

“With such tightness, I wonder if you can take my member at all, our JeJe.”

“Ungh, hnn, ha, haaah…”

As the speed of the foreign sensation moving back and forth below increased, squelching sounds dampened the bed. JeJe repeatedly opened and closed her lips, struggling for breath. However, what escaped wasn’t as lewd and wet as he desired.

Tsk. Shahan clicked his tongue softly. Determined to ignore this, he crushed his lips against hers. Her delicate flesh, already coated with his saliva, smelled of him.

The breath flowing into his mouth was hot and sweet. Shahan sucked it all in, desperate as though drawing the last oxygen remaining in his lungs.

A twisted satisfaction began to slowly rise within him.

“The quickest way to check if you have two uteruses would be to put it in, wouldn’t it?”

“Pl-please… High Priest, please…”

“Please? If you have something to say to me, say it properly.”

“Please, that, haah, hnng, ah!”

The white thigh draped over his leg jerked spasmodically. Two fingers, now fully buried in her swollen red private parts, began to slowly stir inside her. Moans that couldn’t form words filled JeJe’s mouth along with saliva.

The fingers that had been leisurely moving, scraping and rubbing against her textured inner walls, gradually added faster vibrations. JeJe’s narrowly unfocused pupils suddenly expanded into circles, snapping back to awareness.

An intense pleasure rose from below with the vibrations. JeJe exhaled shallow breaths and desperately clung to Shahan’s forearm.

“St-stop, hahk, ah, ah! Hnng!”

Wet sounds overflowed from both above and below. The quivering protrusion released copious fluid onto his inverted wrist. Shahan watched it all with clouded eyes.

“Yes, please. Two fingers are woefully insufficient, aren’t they?”

“No, High Priest… I, hnh, ahk!”

“Well, your body seems to be saying otherwise.”

Shahan stopped probing her lower region and rubbed his fingers, coated with fragrant fluid, against JeJe’s lips.

“You’re already this wet. The body is always honest.”