As she started to walk, the jungle around her felt eerie and menacing.
"Master, look! We are near the tribe," the furball guide whispered.
As they ventured further, cottages and beast people came into view. These beastfolk had animal ears and tails. Their bodies were huge, and the females looked very average with rough hair and masculine features.
Suddenly, everyone turned in her direction. Oops, she thought. I forgot they have excellent hearing. Now, it was time to put her acting skills to work. People began gathering around her, and the situation felt tense.
"Who are you? Are you a spy?" one of them demanded.
"Look, she's so beautiful," another murmured in awe.
Suddenly, the crowd parted, and people began shouting, "The chief is here!"
Then she saw him—a man with tiger ears and a tail. He was incredibly handsome, with light brown eyes that seemed to pierce into her very soul.
He walked right up to her and, without warning, embraced her tightly. "She's mine," he declared, his voice firm.
The crowd murmured in protest, "Chief, we all share women, so we can—"
Before the words were even finished, the chief's glare silenced everyone instantly. The fear in their eyes was clear.
Well, she thought to herself, my first prey is really good.
He picked her up and carried her swiftly toward a grand cottage, much more majestic than the others. Once inside, he threw her onto the bed, his eyes locked on hers.
"From now on, you are mine," he growled, beginning to take off her clothes.
Ah, finally, the moment I've been waiting for! she thought excitedly.
"Ahh, master, you're so shameless. My holy eyes! >_<" the furball whined.
"Hmm... but still," she mused, I need to act a little like a pure, innocent lily.
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