Chapter 32: Cats Are Demons (01)
"Hmm..."
I was regretting what I said yesterday.
In that moment, numerous beastmen rushed at me and overwhelmed me in a group, and I was forcibly taken by the beastwomen without a chance to resist.
I had agreed, but I had proposed a one-on-one duel, not expecting to be mobbed; thanks to that, my clone was now quite sore from the cat tongues scratching its shell.
Fortunately, Mollang transformed and dressed as underwear just in time to defend me, and after mixing the herbs Naomi gave with Mollang, I almost recovered after a night's sleep...
"Phew... I really thought it was going to fall off."
You should never ask a cat beastman to suck it.
Their tongues are like sandpaper and most have sharp fangs, so if they get the angle wrong, it could puncture the penis.
It was only because I had trained with Mollang that I could endure it; otherwise, another guy might have become a eunuch by now.
"Meow."
And why is the munchkin cat making bread on my bed?
"Good kitty..."
When I tickle under its chin with my finger, it purrs contentedly, but it also flips over and exposes its belly as if it's still not enough, seeming to have a dog's personality.
'Ah... small but everything's there?'
Of course, it's not a young beastman but an adult, though it's small because of its breed; if you look closely, its nipples are fully developed...
"Growl..."
As I stroke its belly, it purrs pleasantly, spreading its legs naturally, bringing her small opening into my view.
Tail wagging contentedly as it enjoys my touch, this time, Mollang, who had been shaped like underwear, popped out in human form and intercepted the caress.
Boing, boing.
'Huh? Is she jealous?'
As Mollang intercepts the strokes I was giving, the munchkin cat beastwoman narrows her eyes at Mollang, lowers her stance, and starts to threaten, and Mollang responds by lowering her stance as well and creating a tail that wasn't there before.
"Shssk!"
Gurgling.
"Stop, stop."
I lift Mollang with my right hand to my groin, and Mollang confidently places her hands on her hips, snorts with a hmph, and the sight causes the munchkin beastwoman to tremble with anger, raising her claws.
"Shssk!"
The munchkin cat beastwoman jumps onto my body to bite Mollang's head, but Mollang bounces her off with her elasticity, then proceeds to create miniature cat paws with her soft hands, preparing to start a mini catfight.
"Tssk!"
Pop, pop, pop.
Cats like it when you pat their buttocks.
Although it's a beastman, I'm not sure how it is, but as I start patting the plump buttocks of the one threatening with raised tail, it quickly becomes docile, lowering its upper body and raising its hips into a position easy for me to pat.
"Meow..."
Grrruck!
In the center of the village, two goat beastmen were headbutting for the second-in-command position under the matriarch.
Normally, if humans headbutt with that much force, either the hitter or the hit would collapse from concussion, but these guys were fine thanks to the horns embedded in their foreheads.
"Ah... But isn't that dangerous?"
"What's dangerous?"
As I look at Naomi, who is wearing only an apron to prevent burns while cooking naked due to village regulations, I quietly placed Mollang and the munchkin cat beastwoman between my legs to hide my erection.
"If you charge headfirst and headbutt, wouldn't it strain the neck?"
"Don't goats do that? Since it's a goat beastman, it should be okay."
"No, if it were a goat's cervical vertebrae, naturally... wouldn't there be a problem?"
Knights also learn not to shake their heads recklessly even with a helmet on during a headbutt, as it can cause a neck sprain.
Even if horns substitute for a helmet, the impact itself doesn't disappear, so fighting like that could lead to neck pain, even if there's no concussion...
"Argh!"
"I can't move my body!"
As expected, the fight ended just as I predicted, with both goat beastmen suffering severe impacts to their neck vertebrae and rolling on the ground, and their friends who seemed like comrades came out to carry the two to a suitable place.
'Seeing this makes me wonder... is it good for beastmen to follow their instincts?'
Isn't it not always good to be beastly? Of course, the matriarch thinks they need to rediscover their lost animalistic nature...
'Considering that third-tier beastmen are only a hair's breadth from being monsters, wouldn't it be better if they were more humanized? Even the civil servant beastmen in this northern city seem to blend in naturally...'
Maybe like Naomi, who is human-like among beastmen, or like this munchkin cat beastwoman on my lap, who prefers to be more animal-like?
Considering that there are dense-headed guys like Dane and geniuses like me, can't we just see it as a difference in personality?
Press, press...
"Trying to think here, and here comes a disturbance..."
I was trying to ponder seriously when Mollang lazily wrapped around my penis, and the munchkin cat beastwoman began kneading on top of it, trying to stimulate it again.
"She must like it."
"Ah, yes..."
Despite constantly shooing her away, she keeps coming back to my lap to make bread, so it seems she really likes my groin.
'Well... a knight's lower body is warm after all.'
Knights have mana circuits running throughout their bodies for physical training and using mana savers, so they are generally warmer than average, which must be pleasant for a cat.
"What's this child's name?"
"She doesn't have one. Beastmen usually aren't named unless by an elder or a chief for distinction, or they are just named after objects."
"But Naomi has a name, doesn't she?"
"My situation is different because I was raised in the city, and my parents named me themselves."
Of course, in the city, you need to name beastmen individuals for classification, but in small groups where most beastmen live, not having a name isn't usually a problem.
"This child followed the matriarch from the wild."
To call her 'wild' seems strange given how well she follows humans...
Of course, not all wild animals are hostile and avoid humans; some are friendly or approach first, so this munchkin cat beastwoman seems to have that kind of personality.
"Should I give her a name...?"
While continuously kneading Mollang, I slip my hand under the munchkin cat beastwoman's armpit, lift her, and ponder a name.
The soft white fur with gray stripes and the tail swaying against my thighs felt good... uh-hmm!
"Shuru. How about that?"
"Meow!"
I couldn't tell if she was crying because she liked it or disliked it, but I decided to take it as a positive response.
Swoosh... swoosh...
A soft tail brushed against my back, startling me, but when I turned around, Naomi hurriedly grabbed her own tail, trying to compose herself.
"Ah... Sir Knight! This isn't what it seems..."
As Naomi held her swaying tail and appeared flustered, I boldly assured her.
"Tails can bump into each other. I'm keeping my tail straight up too."
Of course, my 'tail' isn't soft but firm.
Sway, sway...
And as I watched, Naomi's tail began to sway enticingly again, but her human part cautiously retreated while covering herself.
'Hmm... now that I think about it...'
Isn't it said that female beastmen go into heat when stimulated by a male?
If that's the case, Naomi next to me, who is always in heat...
"Naomi, are you in heat?"
"Eek?!"
Was that question really so shocking?
"No, no, no, not at all! It was just my tail not listening to me for a moment, definitely not... I'm not in heat..."
She said that, but Naomi's gaze couldn't move away from my 'tail' enveloped by Mollang.
"I absolutely didn't sniff or secretly lick or mark territory on Sir Knight's member while sleeping, if anything like that happened, it must have been some other beastman..."
Done. It happened.
It happened. Indeed.
Thinking about it, I've never lost an erection since coming to this village, so from a beastman's perspective, I might as well be in a constant state of heat.
The beastman who has been most affected by me would naturally be Naomi, who assists me, but I haven't been considerate towards her.
So...
Damn it, just throw everything aside. Seeing her in nothing but an apron, shyly rubbing her legs together in front of me, I can't stand it.
"I'll step aside for a moment. I'm going to extract one now"
"Couldn't Naomi help me with that?"
"Me?"
Naomi's face briefly lit up with a bright smile, which she quickly tried to control, covering her face with her hand to hide her grinning lips.
"If not, we could get help from someone else. Maybe Shuru..."
Shuru was trying to knead or lick with her small tongue as she reacted to my arousal, but Mollang completely covered it, making it impossible for her to lick.
I could slightly move Mollang aside and rub Shuru against my body to get one out, but since we're doing this...
"I could do that..."
"Is that alright?"
"Well, it's because it's unavoidable. We're doing this to accommodate a representative of humanity..."
Despite that, her tail was wagging too obviously, enticingly tempting the males.
'Clearly... looking at Naomi, I understand what the Matriarch worries about when she says that beastmen are suppressing their true nature.'
Her body is a beastman's, but her moral sense is closer to a human's, so her body is in full heat, her thighs wet enough to drip, yet she can't be honest about her desires.
'Is that why she was assigned to me?'
"So this isn't because I'm lewd..."
"Yes."
Unaware that her tail was wagging with joy, Naomi snuggled into my arms as if nothing was amiss.
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