Noah stood close to Rudis, examining her face. His delicate fingers gently lifted her chin.

Rudis squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment. Though her crumpled gaze tried to escape toward the floor, Noah’s hand firmly held her head in place.

“Tell me everything. This too is part of the treatment. Don’t be shy,” he whispered in a low, melodious voice.

Yet his instruction not to be embarrassed somehow sounded like a command to feel shame. Rudis’s face burned intensely.

“How does it feel?” Noah asked, his persistent gaze impossible for Rudis to avoid. She struggled to breathe as she answered, “G-good.”

Noah chuckled briefly before continuing, “My, you’re in heat even during daylight now. This is serious.”

Despite his mocking tone, Rudis couldn’t protest. It was Xenon’s fault, thrusting precisely at her sensitive spots and mercilessly driving her to the edge. Whenever her posture faltered from exhaustion, he would smack her b*ttocks with a sharp slap.

The stinging sensation added to her pleasure, making her vision blur. Amid the whirlwind of sensations, all Rudis could do was tremble and moan.

Meanwhile, Xenon was overwhelmed with emotions watching Rudis. His initial shock at her hairless private parts quickly gave way to fascination with details he hadn’t noticed during their previous encounters.

Everything about her was intensely erotic—the way she twitched seductively, how she struggled to accommodate something much smaller than his own member, the flesh that followed each withdrawal, her reddened opening glistening with moisture, and her swollen, protruding cl*toris.

There was only one thing he disliked: the presence of that damned priest. Why had she let herself be deceived by that beast-person? Why couldn’t she be satisfied with him alone? Feelings he had tried to suppress by avoiding her for a while now flared up again like kindling.

Moreover, the clothes Rudis wore resembled those of the woman he had once loved desperately—the very woman who had sacrificed everything to give him immortal life. The current Rudis overlapped with her in his mind. If what the priest said was true…

Yet the scene before him differed from the past; this Rudis was surrendering to sensuality. Everything contradicted his memories—her br*asts exposed by loose clothing, the red marks from his hands on her snow-white b*ttocks.

He wanted to replace that mere rod with himself. Nevertheless, Xenon struggled to contain his impulses and hardened his expression.

“Should I continue?” he asked.

“Let’s move on to the next step,” Noah replied without shifting his gaze from Rudis, who lay trembling on the table, sobbing with small convulsions. His eyes, fixed on her delicate form, contained a strange fascination.

“What next?” Xenon glared at Noah.

“Intercourse, of course. Her body is ready—isn’t this a perfect opportunity?” Noah answered while gently arranging Rudis’s sweat-dampened hair.

“Why go this far?” Xenon demanded.

“It’s a treatment, as I said. ej*culating inside will help the healing process.”

“You’re insane.”

“Call me whatever you like. I never expected someone as stupid as you to understand this anyway. But to explain: female beast-persons who fail to breed during summer heat continue experiencing effects into autumn. These symptoms worsen after sunset,” Noah explained with a brief smile.

“Additionally, Rudis has absorbed beast-person s*men throughout summer, making its concentration abnormally high. The solution is simple—fill her with potent enough s*men to prevent further heat cycles. Didn’t I say I’d call when needed? This is why I summoned you. Now do your part, won’t you?”

“What if I refuse?”

Xenon couldn’t suppress the rebellion rising within him. Though knowing he needed to follow Noah’s instructions to save Rudis, he deeply resented being manipulated.

“Well then, she’ll have to suffer longer. Poor thing,” Noah sighed indifferently while stroking Rudis’s hair.

Her pink strands intertwined softly with his long, thin fingers. Rudis flinched at his touch while moaning painfully, yet she continued rocking her hips desperately.

The sun was setting. It was a sign of her heat cycle intensifying.

“Or perhaps, though I’m reluctant, I should help her myself,” Noah suggested.

“You bastard,” Xenon’s face contorted with rage. Ignoring him, Noah gently caressed Rudis’s lips with his fingertips.

“What do you think? It would be my first time, so I might be a bit rough, but would that be acceptable?” he asked her softly.

“Mmm,” Rudis responded with an unintelligible sound, nuzzling her head against Noah’s hand. 

She looked desperate, craving something, yet simultaneously confused, seemingly unable to control herself.

Xenon glared at Noah, grinding his teeth as anger and disgust twisted in his heart. He inhaled deeply, swallowing his suppressed emotions and struggling to steady his breathing.

“Then at least get out,” he finally conceded defeat, his brief statement mixing anger with resignation.

Noah glanced at Xenon, a cold sneer playing at the corner of his mouth. He quickly turned back to Rudis and whispered gently, “Have intercourse with Xenon. Right in front of me. Oh, you preferred the term ‘getting penetrated,’ didn’t you?”

Though his lips were softly curved, his words carried clear mockery and malice. Despite his outward composure, deep anger lurked in his green eyes.

If Rudis truly was that woman, Noah’s intention was clear—to enjoy watching the woman who abandoned him being violated. His attitude was cruel and cold, beyond mere jealousy or anger; it was a sophisticated, vicious revenge. Even Xenon, who had mingled with the roughest characters and experienced countless situations, couldn’t imagine such a thing.

Xenon involuntarily recalled the Noah of the past. When he first brought the woman to the temple, Noah had appeared cold and untouchably sacred, truly embodying someone blessed by the gods.

He couldn’t fathom how such a person could become so corrupted—or whether this had been his true nature all along. The only thing Xenon knew for certain was that the current Noah seemed like a completely different being from his former self.

“Mmm,” Rudis released a suppressed moan, rubbing between her legs with a flushed face.

She looked desperate, pain and pleasure mixing together. Her hazy crimson eyes gazed pleadingly at both men, suggesting she didn’t care who helped her.

Xenon closed his eyes tightly before opening them again. Though he despised himself for playing into Noah’s hands, Rudis looked too tormented to ignore.

“I’ll go slowly,” he finally said with a deep sigh as he climbed onto the altar. Contrary to his words, however, he was already fully er*ect.

* * *

Noah smiled down at Rudis, gently stroking her protruding ears and sharpened canines. Somehow, these beast-person traits he had once despised now appeared endearing. His green eyes gleamed with madness.

The sight before him dredged up memories from the past while simultaneously evoking a poisonous euphoria. Noah inhaled deeply, savoring all the time he had longed for this moment.

You’ve finally returned to me.

Noah trembled with delight. He had known this would happen—that she would eventually seek his help. The corners of his mouth twisted upward in a strange smile.

Rudis had always been weak. She could never do anything without him, not since long ago.

Noah quietly savored the sight of Rudis’s clouded face as he stroked her hair. Every time his fingertips touched her, a shiver ran down his spine. She was finally in his grasp.

Overcome with emotion, Noah swallowed hard and whispered in her ear, “I knew this would happen. This is fate. From the moment you left me…”

Unable to finish, Noah exhaled slowly, visibly trying to control his heightened emotions. Soon, his green eyes, which had glistened with madness, hardened coldly—back to normal.

“You should never have abandoned me.”