### Chapter 60: The Pleasures of the Desert and the Magical Beast
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P.S., on a side note—I got the cover design today! Raccoon Leaf and White One are drawn so adorably that I want to show it to you guys ASAP. sniffling
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“Alright, then—first things first, take it off.”
“Um, wasn’t this supposed to just be…a talk?”
I could feel Nebah’s growing discomfort. To be honest, at first, that’s exactly what I intended. But with this impeccable private room, and the alluring scent of this woman practically calling to me—why would I waste such a rare opportunity?
“Payin’ top dollar here, sweetheart; don’t ya think just talking would be kinda… cheap?”
“Huh… h-huh…”
Nebah was speechless, her mouth hanging open like a fish out of water, repeating that one word over and over. She was clearly innocent, likely untouched by any male. From her demeanor, it seemed she recently moved from the countryside, still carrying an air of naivety and sincerity.
Given her situation—forced into this line of work due to financial constraints—but remaining pure, untouched, she’s practically a walking paradox. The first customer she had yesterday—an apparent gentleman (maybe Satan himself)—didn’t dare touch her. I couldn’t help but feel a little proud, knowing I’d be the first to claim this untouched flower.
Seeing Nebah’s hesitance only fanned the flames of desire for me to mark the untouched white snow under her legs.
“I’ve got a date at sunset, so time’s limited. Talking and action can go hand-in-hand, right? Not like you’d say no, with this lovely room booked already.”
“Not… not saying no…” came Nebah’s shaky reply, though she clearly wanted to bolt.
Approaching her cautiously, I gently grabbed her with my front paw and lifted her onto the bed.
“WHOA!”
She screamed like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Take a gander at the ceiling patterns while reminiscing on yesterday. Anything’s fine. Just keep talking,” I said as I pulled down the barely-there fabric covering her lower half.
Her legs stiffened with a mix of tension and bashfulness. Forcing them apart, her innocent little hill—covered in soft white hair—came into view.
“How cute!”
Her virgin mound peeked out as I gently spread it with my fingers. A perfect little circle awaited beneath.
“AHHHH…!”
With both hands, Nebah covered her beet-red face, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“Come on now, keep talking.”
“Yes… yes… ugh… ah, it hurts!”
I delicately slid a finger inside her, feeling her tight, virginal walls. The faint friction was maddening.
“This’ll take some time…”
I glanced around the luxurious room—a special suite costing a fortune worth of gold coins. And sure enough, every tool you can imagine awaited in the cupboards.
“Just give me a sec.”
Near the cabinet, I spotted a beautiful, transparent jar with a violet liquid inside. Uncapping it, I was immediately hit with its sweet and mysterious aroma.
“KYYYYEEING”
Yingyi, perched on my shoulder, spoke up, clearly knowledgeable about the potion.
“Herbal mix?”
“Mmmhmm.”
Much like Eve the Witch’s expertise in making potions through mixing herbs, Yingyi, a Wildling, possessed considerable knowledge about these things.
“Given this is in a place like this…”
Its purpose was obvious: a lubricant.
Carefully, as if pouring wine, I drizzled it all over Nebah’s body.
“C-COLD!”
Her body shivered at the liquid’s touch. The sweat of tension made her skin extra sensitive to the cold fluid.
I gave her the rim of the bottle, and she dutifully drank some of the violet liquid. Swallowing it down with a gulp despite the taste.
“It’s a little bitter…”
“Alcohol’s in there too; it’ll help you relax.”
If this concoction had a kick, it was probably a strong one. Losing her virginity sober would be one thing, but loosening up with a slight buzz might make it more enjoyable for her.
“My… body feels so hot…!”
The potion worked its magic faster than anticipated. Nebah’s face turned a rosy red, flustered and unsure of herself.
Taking the rest of the potion in hand, I began massaging her body, applying it everywhere.
Starting from her smooth, porcelain stomach—delicate as fresh powder—I gently rubbed the potion into her skin, caressing every little curve with care. Slowly moving up to her lower abdomen, her breathing grew heavier, and with a delicate sigh, her innocence was slowly unraveling.
“AHHH…”
Her skin, previously damp with cold sweat from nervousness, now warmed to a healthy red blush. The sensitive nerve endings began to quiver, and her lower stomach tingled in anticipation.
“Doesn’t this feel good?”
“I… don’t know… my whole body feels so hot I might melt!”
Nebah, once a snow cat who lived in a snowy wasteland, now squirmed under the heat of my touch combined with the potion’s effects.
“Grab this, dear—it’ll cool you down.”
I handed her Yingyi, now resting on my shoulder, who she clutched as comfort. She nodded slightly, her voice barely a whisper.
“Much cooler…”
“KYEEP…”
“Now, turn around.”
I turned Nebah over, exposing her back and behind to me. Carefully, with the leftover potion, I massaged her ankles, calves, and knees, finally reaching her thick thighs with gentle precision.
“Ah… AH!”
Her breathing grew increasingly heavy. Even amid all this arousal, her delicate, untouched folds remained dry.
Perhaps she was a slow burner.
“Plenty of time before the sun sets,” I muttered, deciding to take my time and savor every moment. After all, wasn’t this undercover work investigating Satan, anyway?
My paw slid over her thin, elegant back, and as I massaged the tense muscles there, Nebah couldn’t help but let out continuous moans, her warmth radiating more with each touch.
Her shoulders, her fragile neck, her smooth armpits, and finally her sides… I teased every inch of her until she writhed under my paw.
“AHHH!”
Her back arched with a sudden, intense reaction.
“What’s wrong?” I teased, watching her flustered expression.
She was surprised at her own reaction. Clearly, she had no idea her lower back was such an erogenous zone.
“Such a kitty,” I thought aloud, recalling advice from my feline-loving friend—apparently, the base of a cat’s tail and lower back were their sweet spots. Even with some variation between cats, her response was textbook.
“KYAAAH!”
Uncontrollable moans of pleasure escaped her lips, her body wriggling like a lovesick kitten. I focused, relentless, on her lower back, pressing and circling my paw until she arched her hips into the air.
With a final spasm, she climaxed for the second time.
“How do you feel?”
She only replied with a pained groan, her body still shaking with aftershocks.
Turning her back gently, I moved to her ample bosom. Her ribs slightly visible beneath her curves, her br*asts soft and inviting. My touch slid up her side, stopping at her collarbone, running through the thick furred neck, and finally reaching her delicate, twitching cat ears.
“Real ears, huh?”
She fidgeted as I teased the ticklish tips of her cat ears, brushing them gently with my paw.
Leaning in close, I licked and nibbled on them, drawing another deep, passionate m*an from her.
“AHHHH!”
Moving down again, my paw made its way to her br*asts. Her hot, soft skin felt like freshly steamed rice cakes, pliant and supple. The nipples hardened under my touch, her chest tingling with every little caress.
“MMMHHH!”
br*asts are the ultimate erogenous zone for females. Touching them with lubricated paws would sh**t pleasure up her spine, electrifying her core and mind.
I cupped her firm mound lovingly, admiring how the thin fabric covering her br*asts barely concealed her pink, rosy nipples.
As I grazed her with my claws, she threw her head back, her body convulsing with pleasure.
“HAH AHH!”
“Didn’t seem so scared a moment ago, did you?”
“HM… HM…”
“Whatever works.”
I moved lower, running my paw slowly up her inner thighs. Avoiding touching her directly, I teased the area beneath her mound with circular motions of my thumb, coaxing out beads of sweat and arousal. Her dry lips began to glisten, her clit swollen and hard beneath the thin layer of skin.
Her labia, swollen with arousal, clearly indicated her readiness.
“KYAAAH!”
Satisfied with her response, I prepared myself.
Finally aroused, I lined up my hardened member with her entrance. Despite my careful, sensual foreplay, her opening was still tight—pushing back.
Before I could force my way in, however…
“KNOCK. KNOCK.”
“White One? Are you here?”
Azidahaka’s voice startled me from outside the thick door.
“What are you doing here?!”
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And that’s where things went awry…
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