How did the wolf get such wounds?

The bite marks seemed to have been inflicted by another predator, but what was puzzling were some wounds that looked as if they were made by a “weapon.”

Refined wounds as if cut and stabbed by something sharply honed.

In a different situation, I might have unconsciously harbored hope upon seeing those wounds.

Wondering if there might be other humans in this world besides myself.

Of course, I’m puzzled because I know that’s not the case.

‘It seems like it will wake up soon.’

Haniel, who had been stroking the black fur, slightly opened the wolf’s eyelids to check its condition again.

Eyes as blue and beautiful as jewels… but it didn’t seem to have regained consciousness.

She soon slightly lifted the wolf’s head and opened its muzzle. Then she took out a potion she had made and gently poured it in.

“Drinking well. How admirable…”

This potion, made with Carine herb and various medicinal plants, had pain-relieving effects. Beyond the information displayed on the status window, she knew well from using it herself.

Despite being unconscious, the wolf swallowed well enough with its large mouth.

Haniel, pleased at the sight, stroked its glossy head again.

“Wake up soon, Black…”

Her lips moved.

Blackie? Blackina?

‘Come to think of it, what’s this one’s gender?’

Haniel, suddenly curious, glanced between the beast’s legs.

The wolf’s extraordinarily large size was of no help in inferring its gender.

Some animal species show almost no difference in body size between males and females!

Besides, although most animals she had seen here so far were divided into male and female… being another world, there could be species with all sorts of strange genders. Like asexual reproduction or third, fourth genders… that sort of thing.

Haniel carefully extended her hand between the wolf’s legs and stared at its groin.

“…I can’t tell by looking.”

There seemed to be something elongated covered with fur between its legs.

Is that a male reproductive organ?

Haniel, who was about to grab it, withdrew her hand, worried that the wolf might sense the suspicious touch and bite her head off.

‘I guess there’s a higher chance its name will be Blackie.’

Well, that was something she could figure out slowly.

The wolf, regaining consciousness, came first.

After caring for it for a long time, Haniel decided to leave the wolf alone to rest sufficiently when the medicine started to take effect.

“Rest well.”

As she withdrew her stroking hand, the wolf’s eyes and mouth twitched slightly.

It was as if it regretted the withdrawn contact… but Haniel, who had turned away, didn’t notice.

Flash.

At that moment, as she was picking up the basket beside her, the wolf’s eyes, which had remained closed all along, suddenly opened wide.

Blue eyes, out of focus, following Haniel’s movements.

The wolf’s intense gaze persistently followed Haniel as she drew the curtains and quietly closed the door.

With unusual persistence for a beast that had just regained consciousness…

Growl.

A heated body.

A chilling sound escaped from the beast’s throat as its muscles swelled tightly with the sensation of blood boiling…

But it was a sound that didn’t reach Haniel, who hadn’t realized what kind of animal she had brought into her territory and home.

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Would the wolf wake up tomorrow or the day after?

With such a carefree thought that the wolf might wake up tomorrow or the day after, Haniel quickly finished her dinner and went to bed early. Later, she suddenly felt her body becoming hot and stuffy.

It was sizzling with heat as if trapped in a sauna.

‘Hot.’

It was too hot, and her limbs felt confined as if trapped between rocks.

Her legs felt stiff and twisted, unable to move properly.

And something… strangely itchy, and wet below.

Like during her period.

“Ugh, ugh…”

It wasn’t time yet. Had her menstrual cycle come early?

Drenched in sweat all over and continuously groaning, she vaguely came to her senses at the strange sound reaching her ears.

Slurp, slurp. Growl.

A sound like something lapping and licking.

A beast’s growling sound. The breathing of a presence that wasn’t her.

Something moving down below.

“…?”

Feeling a chill down her spine, Haniel raised her head.

Click!

She reached out lightning-fast and turned on the bedside light.

And what was revealed in the light was…

“…uh…”

Someone with a very large build was holding her n*ked lower body, licking between her thighs.

“Uwa… aaaaaaaaaah!”

Without even time to be embarrassed about her exposed body, Haniel, who had been gaping, screamed.

It was a person.

A monstrous, mountain-like huge man!

The first thing visible was his thick arms that could be mistaken for tree trunks at first glance.

The man was firmly gripping Haniel’s thighs like iron shackles with his arms bent, showing muscles and veins protruding like wood grain.

With dark blue hair shining in the darkness.

Holding thighs that looked thin enough to break with just a little pressure, and burying his face deeply between her embarrassingly spread legs.

Growl.

Lick, lick.

The smacking sound as if eating something was coming from right there.

The man… was licking Haniel’s p*ssy.

Like a beast eating honey between tree branches.

“Th… th, this… what…”

A person. The first person she’d seen in two years.

‘I thought there were no people here.’

No, but more importantly… why was a stranger licking my, my place… and in the middle of the night?

What, what should I do? What am I supposed to do?

Haniel, in a state of panic, twisted her leg that was being held by the man.

Then,

Squeeze.

“Kyaak!”

The man’s grip became even stronger.

As if saying where do you think you’re going, the bronze-colored arm firmly gripped the white thigh with even more forceful strength.

Her lower body was pulled right against the man’s face, and she could feel his prominent nose and breath on her pubic hair. Finally unable to bear it, Haniel grabbed his black hair.

“Wh-what are you doing? You crazy b*stard, who, who are you!”

The man finally raised his head.

As blue eyes appeared through his ebony hair, Haniel gasped.

Wait a minute.

“Bl-Black… Blackie?”

It was an intuition that struck her at that moment.

Eyes so blue they captivated at first glance. An intense gaze with a color tone she had never seen before, even on TV or in videos.

Those eyes were frighteningly similar to those of the black wolf Haniel had picked up a few days ago…

But that couldn’t be possible, could it?

The man before her was undeniably human.

His handsome face, despite being soaked in slick fluid, his unrealistically large pot-lid-sized hands still had five fingers, and his ears…

“!”

She wasn’t seeing things. They weren’t round.

The man’s ears were ‘pointed.’

‘He’s not human.’

Not human like herself?

Completely forgetting the fact that this man had been licking her down there just seconds ago, Haniel blankly reached out.

To touch his pointed ears.

But the man, looking at her, surprisingly spoke.

“What are you doing?”

“!”

He, he spoke!

It was a deep voice that seemed to echo from the depths of a cave. Enough to make her lower abdomen tingle when hearing it.

And that voice was sizzling like skin pressed together.

“You made me… like this.”

The panting man squeezed his eyes shut and barely managed to say.

“Didn’t you?”

“What?”

What did I do to make this man like what?