The man’s body is boiling like lava.

All she had done to the man was treat his wounds and give him a potion for those wounds…

At that moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Haniel’s mind like lightning.

‘Wait. What was in that potion I fed the wolf earlier?’

She might have added herbs that were fine for humans or other animals to consume, but could have completely different effects on this man’s species.

For instance…

‘Perhaps herbs that could affect hormone secretion or the brain… Among them, Carine herb certainly…’

Wasn’t there such an explanation?

Then, when consumed by ‘non-humans’?

What happens then?

Then… then how…

‘How indeed.’

The result was right in front of her.

“What have you done to me?”

In fact, Haniel wasn’t the only one confused.

The man who had been burying his face between Haniel’s legs for who knows how long.

He had been so diligently sucking and licking while she slept that his entire face was soaked.

However, for a man who had broken into her room and done such an improper thing without the owner’s permission, he seemed genuinely confused.

Haah…

The man, ‘Regan,’ furrowed his brow as if he, too, found this entire situation perplexing.

His blood was boiling and his fingertips trembled with fierce desire.

‘This is…’

Clearly. Mating season.

This stranger must have fed him something that induced his heat.

“D*mn it.”

Just as murderous intent was about to surge, Regan’s sharp feelings subsided like a lie when he saw Haniel squirming beneath him.

Why? How?

Clearly, this woman had created this outrageous and unreasonable situation, yet how could she seem so…

Lovable.

His piercing eyes scrutinized the stranger, Haniel, from head to toe.

“Who are you, really? Why did you…”

He reached out with trembling hands and caressed Haniel’s round ears.

Rub. The rough touch of his calloused hands raised goosebumps on the skin around her ears.

His firm, large hands that could crush Haniel’s earlobes if he pinched them soon lifted her chin.

“Ugh, urk. Wait.”

“You don’t look like a Hume or another species…”

But this sweetness.

The panting Regan stuck out his tongue and licked the fluid on his face.

“Kuk…”

As expected. Sour and… sweet.

Sweet enough to make him want to devour everything about this woman.

Regan looked down at Haniel.

The sweet and moist scent touching his nose was the scent of a female.

The scent of a prepared female.

Prepared for him.

Sparks flew from Regan’s eyes.

“…So that’s how it was from the beginning.”

All ‘Humes’ like Regan mate only once in their lifetime, and live with that partner for the rest of their lives.

Then they spend their remaining time going through hundreds, thousands of mating seasons together, becoming one in body as they are in soul.

However, despite the urging and pressure from those around him, Regan had never spent a mating season with anyone, nor had he ever set his sights on anyone.

Not because there was no one to his liking, but simply because he had no time to pay attention to such matters.

As the hands and feet of the noble ones, as the sword that protected them, he had poured his life into it, and had no time to turn his head toward matters of mates or partners.

And…

“I always thought you were like a wooden block. Now I’m beginning to wonder if you’re even a man. Can’t you see these women waiting just for your touch?”

“My Sun. What are these women? And the air in here…”

“It’s Mihong incense. A substance that can make even a 1,000-year-old man stand at attention. But it seems to have no effect on the lower parts of our noble and great general.”

“Such things cannot affect me. I choose my own mate.”

“How unfortunate. It would have been nice to have more loyal puppies devoted to me.”

He didn’t want to hand over even the things he could decide for himself to others.

“Don’t misunderstand. I’m concerned that if something happens to you, your family, which has no one but you, will become extinct. As you know… Sol needs Fenril, doesn’t he?”

He didn’t want to throw food to those who coveted his seed, eyeing his physique and the achievements he had built up, and the hollow fame of his family, as if lusting after a thoroughbred stallion.

Even if that being was the one he served.

But…

“What did you feed me, female?”

Regan bared his teeth and growled.

His hair stood on end and his pupils contracted to tiny dots.

No poison had ever affected him, and no cowardly trick had ever penetrated his steel-like body.

That’s how he had made himself.

All in vain now.

Regan’s neat lips twisted.

Yet the woman beneath him, who had made him like this, was looking up at him with eyes that seemed to have no idea what was happening.

With eyes so innocent and guiltless that he could almost be deceived.

Her mouth was opening and closing as if continuously saying something. But none of it reached Regan’s ears.

…Ha.

Through his feverish head and dizzy vision, Regan exhaled an impatient sigh.

‘It’s a trap.’

If he thought about it carefully, he might realize that some circumstances didn’t quite add up, but Regan, consumed by the heat of his rising mating urge, thought:

That those targeting him had finally trapped him.

That those who had been continuously urging him into artificial and expl*cit encounters, as if grafting beasts, had finally cornered the constantly refusing Regan and created this absurd situation.

This woman of unknown species, who had picked up his wounded self and treated his wounds.

And then fed him some unknown drug that induced his mating season, and now was acting like a virgin being ravished by a stranger, seemingly terrified… she was clearly the masterstroke trap they had prepared.

A feast laid out. Delicacies spread out for him to indulge in as much as he wanted.

It couldn’t be anything else.

If all this wasn’t a trap, if it wasn’t an elaborate snare created just for Regan… it wouldn’t look so tempting.

It couldn’t be this satisfying, fitting his taste so perfectly, making resistance so difficult.

“Do you want to mix bodies with me that badly?”

Standing on the edge of extreme excitement and resignation, Regan spoke through gritted teeth, his words coming out harsh and deliberate.

“Hm? Are you that desperate to receive my seed?”

“No, wa-wait…”

“Fine… whatever, I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it.”

The honor firmly planted like a stake in Regan’s mind, his duty, his chastity, were torn apart like pieces of paper at this moment.

And all that remained was only this woman.

“Since you want it so much, I’ll pour it until it overflows.”

“Kyaak!”

Splash! He grabbed both of Haniel’s legs and spread them wide as if to tear them apart.

Whoof. The female scent wafting from between the woman’s legs spread so ungracefully.

“Haah…”

Even though he had been burying his face there until just a moment ago, so it should feel familiar.

Smelling it again, it felt even more stimulating, enough to blow the top of his head off.