Even If It Means to Break - Chapter 23

Clenching her teeth, Hill stared back and forth between her naked father gripping the bars of the cage, the snow-mountain wolf, and the glass vial.

Resolve slowly settled into her trembling eyes.

And at the exact moment the stopper was pulled free—

Hill lunged.

Perhaps because everyone was so focused, time seemed to stretch, flowing thick and slow like drawn sap. Her hand reaching through the air, the faint twitch of the man’s eyebrow, the stopper pulled free by no more than a fingernail’s length.

Then time began to accelerate again. She erased everything else from her vision and fixed her gaze solely on the vial.

Her hand drew closer.

The single-minded urge to reach it sharpened into something like a blade point—

Ting!

There was no interference. At last, the tip of her nail struck the glass surface. The bottle was thick and sturdy, so it didn’t shatter. But a clear chime rang out, and the vial wobbled.

A few drops of liquid splashed free.

Hill leapt, stretching her hand upward, and brushed the scattering droplets.

The translucent fluid touched her elaborately adorned nails—then her fingers, then the back of her hand.

She knew instinctively that time would soon return to normal. But this was enough. The instant Hill collapsed back onto the floor, time resumed its proper pace.

“Awooooo!”

The wolf howled savagely. Its yellow eyes flashed with murderous intent. Baring its fangs, the beast crouched low, coiling to leap.

Yes. Come for me instead. Not my father—take me.

A faint smile touched Hill’s lips as she extended her hand. Driven mad by the heat scent spreading through the air, the wolf roared and sprang—

And then—

“You really are good at causing trouble, my Hill.”

Thud! With the sound of something heavy striking flesh, the wolf was sent flying.

Hill’s eyes flew wide in shock. But the man didn’t even glance at the beast he’d just knocked aside. His gaze was fixed entirely on her, his mouth twisting.

The wolf staggered to its feet and leapt again, fiercer than before, clearly determined not to fail.

But—

Thud!

The man merely flicked his hand through the air. The massive wolf was hurled away as if it had slammed into an invisible wall. This time the impact was worse. It whimpered, unable to rise.

“I was curious what you intended to do, so I let you try. To think you’d smear yourself with the heat scent and offer your body to a beast instead.”

The man murmured in a lower-than-usual voice. He seized Hill’s wrist and locked eyes with her as she glared back.

“Was that noble self-sacrifice. Trying to save even the father who tried to kill you? Or…”

His large hand clenched the hem of her skirt.

“…a calculating little mind, knowing I’d never allow a wolf’s c**k to violate your hole?”

“……”

“Well, either way, I don’t mind. I rather enjoy it when Hill does the unexpected.”

His face returned to indifference as he nodded casually. Then he jerked his hand.

Rip. With a tearing sound, the red ceremonial dress split apart.

He tossed the ruined fabric aside and took the vial of heat scent in hand, reopening the stopper that had partly slid back in.

“Truth be told, I’ve been wondering for a while.”

“No—please…!”

“What I’d feel watching another male take your hole.”

Raban strained to shout in protest, but it was useless. Using his power, the man crushed Raban flat against the floor, bent Hill forward, and tilted the vial.

The slightly viscous, cloudy liquid ran in streams down the pale valley between her b******s.

“If it were a human doing this, I’d tear him apart immediately. But a beast… I imagine that might feel a little different.”

“Grrrr…”

The wolf had risen again, growling low. As she was drenched in far more heat scent than before, it was half out of its mind.

“Hill, my noble Hill.”

The man rubbed the places the liquid had flowed—her hips, her a**s, her pubic hair, her bottom lips—thoroughly, until her flesh gleamed. He smeared the scent deep inside, then whispered into her ear.

“Please—prove that your resolve is not a lie.”

“Grrr… grrrrr…”

“That’s exactly why I love you even more, Hill.”

With that, he released her and stepped aside. He snapped his fingers.

The invisible force restraining the wolf vanished. The beast staggered for a heartbeat. Then charged forward, panting heavily.

“No!!!!”

Crushed against the iron cage, Raban screamed until his throat tore—but it was futile. The wolf slammed into Hill, pinning her beneath its weight.

Unable to withstand the force, she collapsed face-down onto the floor.

Driven mad by the heat scent, the wolf drooled as it rubbed its fully e***t member between her legs.

And moments later—

“Aaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!”

“Hill!!!!!!!!!!”

The wolf’s shaft pierced Hill’s flesh.

The two desperate screams filled the vast hall.

Soon, the obscene sounds of a human and a beast coupling echoed openly. Curses and pleas, screams and begging spilled out in turn, until at last they dissolved into broken sobs.