Chapter 21
Chapter 21
“You still say no even after seeing this? If you keep lying, you really will be punished.”
“…No. It can’t be… There’s no way I’d like being spanked…”
“Earlier, when I patted your rump, you purred. Don’t tell me you preferred a human male’s touch over mine?”
His voice, which had dropped in an instant, carried a deeply menacing edge. Startled, Irene clenched tight around his fingers, her inner walls clamping down.
“It’s not true, is it? It can’t be. I’m your male… There’s no way you preferred a human male’s touch. Right?”
Of course, it was true. If she had liked human males, she would never have endured her heats all alone. He was right, but she could not easily admit it. She had not liked getting her rump spanked!
As she could not answer and kept her face buried in the bedding, Knox’s eyes narrowed.
“Why aren’t you answering?”
His voice had dropped even lower than before, and Irene turned pale. Why was this male so fixated on getting an answer?
“…It’s, it’s true. But it’s also not.”
“…What is?”
At her ambiguous answer, Knox pressed her further. Setting aside her shame, Irene spoke clearly.
“It’s not that I like human males, it’s that I don’t like being spanked. Who would like getting their rump smacked?”
Knox’s expression brightened at her definitive answer, but then quickly shifted into a puzzled look. He resumed moving his paused hand and asked. Squelch, squelch, the wet sounds echoed.
“Then what about this? Why is your c**t wet?”
There was no mischief in his tone. Rather, faced with such an innocent-sounding question, Irene’s lips pressed tightly shut.
“Hmm? Will you tell me why it’s wet? Then I’ll do it again for you next time.”
He was willing to do anything for his female’s pleasure. Just watching the female writhe under his touch filled his belly and swelled his c**k, after all.
But even after waiting a long while, no answer came.
Knox narrowed his eyes once more and fell into contemplation. What was it that displeased her now? If so, what was it she didn’t like? Did she hate getting her rump patted that much? She had clearly purred under the human male’s hand.
Then why exactly was her c**t wet? If she told him why it was wet, he’d do it again for her. Then the female would be happy, and so would he!
His previously good mood grew increasingly sullen. He did not like the female’s attitude, as if she were hiding something again.
Well then, he’d just have to pat her one more time.
Having arrived at a clear solution, Knox wasted no time pulling his hand out of her c**t. He lifted his hand, thoroughly soaked with her juices, and flicked his wrist with precision.
Smack!
His slick-coated hand made a different sound than before as it struck her rump.
“Haaahng!”
Caught off guard, Irene inadvertently let out a moan of pure pleasure. A gush of hot liquid soaked his trousers. Knox’s eyes folded into lewd crescents as he whispered.
“It’s alright to say it feels good if it does. Is there any need to hide it from your male?”
It seemed the female had simply been embarrassed. Perhaps yesterday had been because of her heat. But was there any need to hide things from him? Even if she showed him every honest part of herself, there was no reason for him to dislike his female.
As he rubbed her reddened rump with deliberate slowness, he whispered again.
“So you really do like having your rump patted, right?”
Y-You stupid male!
Do you call this patting?
Irene could not contain her rising fury. She could not comprehend what part of this he considered patting. This wasn’t patting, it was smacking! You idiot male!
Brimming with indignation, Irene shrieked.
“I don’t like it! I said I don’t! Y-You, you stupid male!”
Once she had spit out the words she’d kept bottled up, her chest felt lighter. But a chill ran down her spine. If she could gather up the words she’d just thrown out, she would have frantically scooped them back right then and there, but it was already too late.
A low growl reached her ears. The hand that patted her flinching shoulder seemed gentle at a glance, but she recalled the night before. The male whose tone alone had been kind…
“Oh? You don’t like it? After getting me this soaked, you really mean you don’t like it?”
“…”
She felt she must not answer. Irene pressed her lips tightly shut and closed her eyes. She was a little scared.
“I see. You truly don’t like it, do you? Then let’s pat you just ten more times. If you still don’t like it after that, I’ll never pat your rump again.”
Just like the night before, his gentle tone made Irene’s entire body break out in goosebumps. Did he think she would fall for it, a voice rough enough to devour her, dressed up with nothing but a kind tone?
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