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Chapter 44: The Magical Beast and the Truth in the Wall
131 – The Magical Beast and the Truth in the Wall #1
“Ahhhhhnnng, hheeeeh, hhhhhaaaauuungggh…!”
Vitali was helplessly rubbing her face against the bedsheet, completely at a loss. Streams of her love juices, flowing unchecked from between her legs, were soaking my fur and the bedspread.
By now, her insides had already been filled by my seed, making her interior delightfully slick and slippery.
Glug, Glug.
I felt an overwhelming satisfaction of having fully dominated her being.
Like a noble young lady who’d been raised on fine foods and sights, like an exquisitely crafted organic fruit, this pristine beauty was now being tarnished and ravaged by an unworthy beast stomping through with muddied paws.
—”There’s nothing but these sorts of thoughts in your head!”
“Ahhaaauuung, oh, moving the hips feels soooogood… habit-forming, aaaauuuhh… hhaaah, ah!”
Any ordinary person might feel embarrassed, but Vitali showed no sign of resistance, instead enthusiastically grinding her hips.
To her, I was merely a speechless beast.
And the burdened-lipped one that I am could never reveal her secrets to anyone; perhaps this is why she fully indulges her twisted desires without hesitation.
I am, after all, her own little secret and cute pet.
“You’re too big, hhaaauuh, it, I’m gonna… aaaahhh!”
Despite the storm raging outside with thunder and rain, her cries of ecstasy were so loud I feared the attendants and maids in the corridor or neighboring rooms might hear them.
“Uuuhhh, aaahaaaaahhh…!”
Vitali, lying beneath me, trembled all over, marking her sixth climax. Gently stirring her trembling inner world, reminiscent of a rabbit’s quakes, she arched her neck and back dramatically.
“Uh, don’t move, aaah, Andru, please…!”
With her eyes rolled back, Vitali seemed incapable of breathing, wriggling helplessly on the bed like a fish gasping out of water, proving how easily humans could crumble under such pleasures.
I withdrew from her rear, and from her beautifully spread folds, a milky liquid gushed forth nonstop.
“Haaaahaaa…”
Vitali sobbed, her teeth chattering.
‘After being treated this harshly, she won’t be able to seduce me anymore.’
Having reached the wise sage’s time of composure through multiple orgasms, I turned my eyes towards a wooden key lying next to the quivering Vitali.
This key, which she had somehow obtained, was said to have its other half hidden elsewhere.
‘There doesn’t seem to be any other half. Is this thing complete on its own?’
With a dubious heart, I picked up a box that had fallen onto the floor. Inserting the key, a satisfying click unlocked it, proving it to be merely a deception aimed to lure me on.
‘What could be inside?’
With a fluttering heart, I slowly opened the lid. Inside, cushioned by something akin to a plush carpet, rested a red gemstone.
‘A gem? It certainly looks expensive.’
Shining the light of a bright lantern, I inspected the smooth, oval red gemstone that tantalizingly sparkled under semi-transparency.
—It’s pretty, all right. But, is it edible?
As I fondled the warm, radiant gem, I licked it with my tongue, and an impossibly sweet flavor exploded in my mouth.
It felt as if I were licking an intensely condensed jam made of meticulously chosen strawberries solidified into its form.
‘It’s meant to be eaten. Without doubt, it’s edible.’
Holding the gem in my hand and wagging my tail, I suddenly heard a faint breath from the bed.
Turning my head, I saw Vitali, her face flushed red, clutching the blanket and watching me.
“Hhmm… Pretty, isn’t it? It’s a scale from the fire dragon you fought. The saint Azidahaka. This describes a girl with horns.”
Illustrating the image with forefingers on her head, she recalled our combat at the royal arena.
The fire-breathing woman, the zodiac spirit of the fire dragon Azidahaka.
The kingdom’s prophet and captive saint amongst men.
“Even King Solomon doesn’t dare consume it lightly. This is the weakest, most tender reverse scale from the fire dragon—takes about ten years to regenerate, you know…”
—I’m impressed.
Holding the fire dragon’s scale in my paw, I let out an excited howl. Remembering the snake witch Kaah’s scale I once consumed, I reflected on how much higher the class of the fire dragon Azidahaka was.
Her reverse scale was bound to grant vast experience points, and who knew, might even lead to an instant level-up.
‘It’s already delicious just licking it.’
I kept licking the oval gem with my tongue. Oddly, Vitali, who was watching me, began breathing heavily, gripping the blanket tightly.
“Your tongue, it feels prickly, doesn’t it?”
—Pervert, stop imagining such things. Anyway, this is the second time since the stag horns that I’ll be eating a spirit’s body part. I’ll thankfully accept it and devour it.
I swallowed the dragon scale in one gulp. Attempting to chew, it slipped effortlessly down my throat.
—Hot, so hot!
My belly seemed on fire, and my head throbbed as if I had swallowed a glowing-red-hot rock.
—Ahhaaauugh…!
Rolling on the floor, I cried out in agony. Tears streamed down my eyes when I decided to throw it up, but then—
【You have obtained experience points.】
【You have leveled up.】
【Achievement ‘Marvelous Earth’ unlocked.】
【Reward: Skill 《Fiery Heart》 unlocked.】
—Whoa, I nearly blew it there.
I marveled at the instant refreshment of my body.
Leveling up and acquiring a new skill! Such an experience hadn’t occurred since eating the Laohoo’s millennium snow ginseng.
『Name: Alpha White Dog
Species: Magical Beast lv.21
Strength: 80 → 83
Agility: 92 → 95
Stamina: 71 → 75
Skills: 《Omnivore》 《Strong Claws》 《Curse Wave》 《Stealth Movement》 《Invisibility》 《Attraction Dance》 《Interspecies Breeding》 《Oratory》 《Riding》 《Doom Attack》 《Fiery Heart》』
My gaze was drawn to the elevated stats and the new skill, 《Fiery Heart》, wondering what it did, when suddenly, I felt a bloated discomfort.
—Burp.
Whoosh.
A small flame erupted from my mouth after a brief burp, startling me as I touched my mouth with a forepaw.
—What, did I just spout fire from my mouth? Is this finally my fireball?
Thrilled and tail-wagging, I noticed Vitali, leaning against the bed, bursting into giggles.
“Alpha can now breath fire…! You’re such a fascinating creature.”
Boom!
At that moment, thunder struck again.
Squeal!
A faint scream seemed to accompany it. I turned my head in panic, investigating what had occurred.
—What was that sound? It sounded like it came from outside.
As I pricked my ears, Vitali clutched the blanket, trembling all over.
“Did you hear that sound?”
Her nervous darting eyes and clattering teeth signaled a severe fright.
“That’s a g-g-ghost’s sound.”
—What sound? A ghost?
Suddenly, an enormous thunder roar assaulted my eardrums.
—The rain is getting bad.
“Hiiik.”
Vitali buried herself in the blanket.
‘Does an adult woman fear thunder this much?’
I crawled under the blanket and pressed my body against Vitali’s skin.
—Hey, are you crying?
Vitali then embraced me tightly, as if hugging a doll.
“Listen closely. Can you hear footsteps in the hallway? On rainy nights, no one in the Mandel mansion walks the corridors.”
Listening quietly to Vitali’s words, all I could hear was the rain and the wind.
“On rainy nights, Livga appears. Everyone claims to have seen Livga on such nights. Though I haven’t, everyone says the spirits of the dead return. It must be to punish me. Because I killed my mother and was born, they’ve returned to punish me.”
Vitali babbled repeatedly, losing coherence.
‘What, a haunting legend in the house?’
I realized the mansion, Vitali, her mind, and personality were far from normal.
“I thought becoming a hunter and growing older would change me. But, this house isn’t right…!”
Vitali shrieked emotionally and held me tightly, nearly popping my eyeballs out.
—My body’s on fire! Um…?
Clack. Clack.
At that moment, beyond Vitali’s door along the long corridor, a woman’s high heel steps could be heard.
*
The next day, awoken amidst the commotion, I lazily opened my eyes.
Rain kept falling, making it unclear whether it was morning, dawn, or late afternoon.
“Alrio Jackal is nowhere to be seen.”
“Hercules Beetle hasn’t come to eat breakfast…!”
Exiting the hallway and descending the stairs, maids and butlers in black dashed around, speaking incoherent phrases.
On the second floor, near the backyard balcony, Baron Gideon stood with his arms crossed and eyes cast downward, deep in thought.
Below the balcony, trees and the forest were visible, with various beasts picking at food fallen from above.
Huge chickens, crocodiles, snakes, and scorpions of human-sized proportions—these must surely be the magical beasts Gideon prides himself on.
‘Scary-looking, yes, but not as bad as I expected.’
As I smirked, Baron Gideon noticing my presence, spread his arms wide.
“You’ve awoken, Alpha. I intended to introduce you to some friends, but in last night’s storm, two beasts went missing.”
Relying on the balcony railing, I stared at the creatures below.
Counting the ones devouring carcasses of cattle, pigs, and goats, there were precisely eight.
‘They said there were ten silver-ranked magical beasts in the garden, right? Two really are missing.’
A trembling maid beside Gideon questioned hesitantly.
“Ho, h, could they have fought and eaten each other?”
The timid voice and uncertain attitude gave away the maid under the black veil as Symphony.
Gideon stroked his chin, wearing a white glove, and let out an awkward sound.
“Hard to imagine they’d fight now after a decade of peaceful coexistence in the garden. What could possibly incite them to fight and consume each other now? I thought the garden beasts had established a hierarchy and code. What flaw is in my theory…?”
Gideon seemed to delve further into his own thoughts when a soaking wet man approached the balcony.
“Master. We found this in the grand garden.”
Though masked by a black cloth, the calm, respectful voice marked this person as Symphony’s brother, Butler Harmony.
Harmony presented the object in his black-gloved hand to Gideon, who examined what seemed to be a long, black rope-like object solemnly.
“This is a tail. Alrio Jackal’s tail. Anything else nearby? Bones, bloodstains?”
Harmony searched his jacket pocket at Gideon’s inquiry.
“Checked the surroundings, found no bones. The heavy rain washed away any bl**d traces. But we did find this….”
From Harmony’s pocket appeared a long, sharp thorn. The pristine whiteness of the thorn stood out against the butler’s gloved hand.
Gideon removed the black cloth from his face, took the thorn, and frowned faintly.
“This thorn… I’ve seen it somewhere.”
His gaze slowly turned towards me.
—Why are you looking at me? It wasn’t me.
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