“Ugh, urgh.”

Moreover, each time Olivia’s fingertips touched his c*ck, the beast furrowed his brow and groaned painfully. His senses, heightened beyond a certain level, interpreted even simple stimulation as close to pain, and his claws dug into the sofa, tearing the leather.

“Is, is this better now?”

After fumbling with the hot c*ck that she could barely hold properly with her trembling hands, Olivia finally pulled it out of his pants and hastily removed her hand. As if surrendering, she spread her hands wide and raised them, proclaiming her innocence as she backed away. The sensation of the bulging veins and the twitching flesh still lingered in her palm, but Olivia shook her head, trying hard to forget that sensation as her face turned bright red.

“Huh, hah, huuh.”

But the beast was in no condition to hear such excuses. His c*ck, freed from the confining pants, stood even more er*ect, tensely raising its head close to his lower abdomen. The tip of his slightly nodding c*ck oozed transparent fluid.

Olivia shuddered, thinking about the transparent liquid slowly trickling down, wetting the gl*ns, and the slippery fluid remaining on her fingers. It was a very strange feeling. Her stomach churned, and her heart pounded with an unknown tension, along with a strange discomfort like insects crawling all over her body. Even the touch of her sweat-soaked clothes against her skin felt too cumbersome, making her nerves sensitive.

“Just calm down a bit by yourself for now. Understood?”

Olivia hugged her empty bag and fled the room as if truly escaping this time. First I need to wash my hands, and since my whole body is soaked in sweat, I should take a bath and change clothes. Trying to erase the lingering image of his member that wouldn’t leave her mind, Olivia hurriedly searched for a bathroom, moving away from the room. Her footsteps creaked unsteadily as she muttered like someone out of her mind, “I need to wash.”

* * *

What came when he closed his eyes was not peaceful silence but the flickering of red light burning like flames. The voices filling his head relentlessly mocked him and butchered his reason.

‘Do you really think you can escape the curse that way?’

‘Come on, move now. Hurry, hurry.’

‘Find what you want quickly before your body burns away completely.’

‘Take it in your hands again and again, crush it, ruin it.’

‘Break it. Tear it apart. Keep hunting for new prey.’

Though the content of the voices shouting with unpleasant, snickering laughter was always the same, he could never get used to it. Sharp whistling sounds irregularly stabbed his brain, and the heat starting from his groin engulfed his entire body, burning as if it would melt even his bones. Being plunged into boiling lava would probably be more peaceful than this. At least then there would be an end in death. The beast barely opened his eyes, choking himself as he tried to escape the hateful voices that receded then approached again, inciting him.

“Please, just, shut up……”

A sharp voice scraped his rough vocal cords and weakly escaped his lips. The heat that couldn’t leave his body had already dried his throat completely, making it painfully raw. If only he could burn up and disappear, but the fire that never extinguished would only retreat after tormenting the beast as much as it wanted, as if taunting him. His eyes were bloodshot, the whites now stained red. His pupils dilated and contracted randomly. His vision rippled dizzily.

Knowing that the only solution to escape this heat, even momentarily, was another pain strong enough to overcome it, the beast didn’t hesitate to hurt himself again. If only the annoying bandages hadn’t been tangled around his fingers as they dug into his wounds.

“What is this……”

He shook his hand irritably, glaring at the entangled bandages. Blood droplets splattered in all directions, but what bothered the beast more than that were the bandages he had no memory of applying. His senses, heightened by the unfamiliar situation, barely tried to hold onto reason, but his even more sensitive sense of smell didn’t miss the opportunity to catch a new scent that stimulated him.

“……?”

From somewhere, he detected a sweet and fragrant smell. A seductive scent, wet, more viscous and sticky. The urge to sink his teeth into that tender flesh, which would drip sweet juice if he grabbed it now, flared up hotly. His stomach began to turn as if he might vomit, as the scent tempting him wouldn’t disappear despite shaking his head and pressing his temples several times.

Huh. Huh. At some point, rough breaths flowed through his parted lips, and saliva began to pool under his tongue in anticipation of prey. Like a dog in heat finally smelling the pheromones released by a female, like a starving wolf discovering bright red meat thrown before it at the brink of death. The beast staggered to his feet, following the scent that led him.

“Found it.”

The voices chattering loudly in his head burst into laughter all at once. They giggled, cheered, spat out rough curses, and clapped their hands. The voice, both multiple people and a single person, shouted the same words as the beast.

‘Found it. Found it. Found it. Found it!’

The beast’s pupils, which had been moving unstably, expanded fully. All unnecessary things around him naturally faded from his vision. In a world of pure white, what entered his eyes was a human sleeping curled up in front of the door with wet hair hanging down.

Pink hair and slightly flushed cheeks, soft breaths escaping between slightly parted lips. The beast approached close enough to touch with his nose and inhaled deeply, stealing her breath. The scent that rushed in filled his body, and his soul, burning with heat, shuddered with delight.

“Haah……”

A faint satisfaction was hidden in the languid sigh. The brief inhalation of her breath brought a cool stability to his boiling body like a sudden shower. I want to keep inhaling it. I want to possess it completely. Having instinctively recognized what would free him from this insufferable heat, the beast raised the corners of his mouth, chuckling.

Hiding his sharp claws, his large hand gently cradled the cheek of the human who had bowed her head, lifting it. Ah, such an easy solution had been available.

‘See, I told you it was useless.’

The voice mocked the beast. Everything he had tried to protect crumbled in sequence. At the edge of his vanishing reason, a future self who would regret this was screaming and wailing, but his body, having already swallowed the sweet pleasure, no longer listened to reason.

Hup. He buried his face in the shoulder where wet hair hung messily and inhaled deeply. A ravenous hunger, now so faithful to instinct that he could no longer think for himself, consumed the beast.

“……Duke?”

The human who painfully opened her eyes called to him and flinched. At that fragile movement, the vicious vileness inside him raised its head. The beast firmly grasped the human’s ankle to prevent her from escaping his embrace. So that if she tried to run away, he could break this delicate ankle at any time and bring her down.

“Are you conscious? Do you recognize who I am? Duke?”

What was my name? Such a thought suddenly occurred in his dizzy mind. As he searched for his name that wouldn’t come to mind easily, a clear scream flew at him like an arrow.

<Alois! You terrible monster!>

Ah, yes, that’s right. I was a terrible monster. Snickering, the Duke made eye contact with his lovely prey. What was the prey’s name again? No, perhaps that doesn’t matter.

Cursed monster, beast, Duke. Alois, who had been called by various names, examined the expression of his tender prey who was trembling anxiously, wearing the label of “monster.” The chattering sounds were no longer audible.

He barely swallowed the saliva that was about to flow and bit the noisy red lips with his teeth. His shoulders shook involuntarily with laughter as he playfully nibbled the soft lips. The human’s desperate attempts to push him away created no meaning whatsoever.

The meal time that he had hoped would never come, the one that would end his eternal suffering, had begun.

* * *

In the urgent meeting of lips, there existed no warm feelings of affection. Unlike the kisses people consider tokens of love, this was merely a greedy act—like parched land absorbing a few drops of rain to quench its thirst. The wet lips rubbing against each other made squelching sounds that clung persistently to the edges of their lips, refusing to fall. Between the lips slick with saliva, Olivia’s red tongue pitifully peeked out and disappeared as she gasped.

“Wait, mmh, just a moment.”

As if the Duke’s heat had transferred to her, the lips he had bitten and sucked swelled hotly. Though she tried to stop him by patting his back while gasping for breath, he was already in a state where he couldn’t hear anything.

The intruder who had entered without permission caressed and probed every corner of her mouth. He entangled her fleeing tongue, rubbing against it, and tickled every corner of her soft palate with his pointed tongue tip. Each time the heated flesh, as hot as his body temperature, passed through and stimulated various parts of her mouth, Olivia’s hands fluttered against Alois’s bare skin at the clear heat and tingling sensation.