No Entry Except for the Master - Chapter 9

The rabbit, rustling around, caught Teia’s attention at just the right moment. He hadn’t been particularly busy, and the rabbit was a more appealing distraction than the usual pile of invitations.

The rabbit, not realizing Teia was watching, happily snuggled up with a small cushion shaped like a banana that Cesar had given it.

It rolled about contentedly on the soft hay. The warm sunlight streamed in through the office window, landing on the rabbit’s cage.

“Feeling good?”

Teia’s gentle voice, laced with a hint of laughter, caused the rabbit’s fur to bristle.

It was still holding the banana-shaped cushion with its arms and legs when it rolled to the side to glance at Teia.

“Looks like you like Cesar’s gift?”

With the warm sunlight making it bolder, the rabbit sprawled out, looking up at Teia, who asked in a soft voice. The rabbit snapped to attention, realizing it needed to act fast and immediately stood up, trotting over to Teia.

It placed its cheek against Teia’s hand, nudging it to open, then laid itself down flat on his palm. The rabbit clearly wanted Teia to pet it and relieve its stress.

Teia, however, flipped her palm and pushed the rabbit back onto the desk.

Huff?

Teia, resting his chin on his hand, carefully observed the confused rabbit. After a few more attempts to throw its body into Teia’s palm, the rabbit rolled off and landed back on the desk. It sat there, gazing at Teia with an apologetic, serious look. Its ears drooped in submission.

“Simple and foolish, you’d have a good life, wouldn’t you?”
Teia muttered, as the rabbit, though frustrated, was forced to listen. Despite its best attempts to show a cute expression, it could not avoid Teia’s criticism.

Teia’s light sigh brushed against the rabbit fur. Teia’s abnormal violence had been somewhat effectively managed through brainwashing education and animal therapy, but the problem lay elsewhere.

S****l desire.

His peculiar s****l desire went hand in hand with his violent tendencies. He couldn’t easily get aroused by ordinary s****l intercourse between men and women. He had sadistic s****l preferences.

After deciding to live in the ‘human society,’ a toy town, Teia would find ways to legally release his repressed nature before it exploded.

He mainly targeted illegal criminal organizations within the duchy and the empire or dealt with intruders from other countries near the border. Although his methods were excessively cruel, leading to Cesar being labeled as a murderer, they were still within the bounds of ‘legality.’

However, recently, there were no criminal organizations of the right size to target due to Teia’s continuous raids. Moreover, the border areas were unusually peaceful. In other words, there was no one to release his pent-up aggression on.

Teasing the cute rabbit did nothing to satisfy his s****l desire. The rabbit’s tearful efforts were like pouring cold water on a boiling pot—a temporary fix, but not a solution.

“This is ridiculous. I’m not even human; I’m like an animal in heat.”

Teia muttered to himself, pinching the rabbit’s cheeks with two fingers before letting it go.

The rabbit rubbed its sore cheeks and retreated to its cage, glancing at Teia with a determined look.

* * *

Ah, that dream again.

Teia lay still, staring into the air, recognizing the all-too-familiar scene and sensation. The clumsy hands crawling beneath him were no longer surprising; he’d grown used to them over the past few days.

A warm touch moved over his waistband and lingered, wandering atop his undergarments.

Am I really losing my mind from frustration?

He’d never experienced such a long period of pent-up desire before, and now he was having strange dreams back to back. Even stranger was the woman—someone he’d never seen before in real life—who kept appearing in these dreams.

It was starting to feel less like a dream and more like a curse.

He sat up slightly, leaning against the headboard. As he moved, the woman flinched and pulled back, but soon inched forward again, eyes flicking upward cautiously before returning to her task.

Her curly, downy hair looked soft even in the dim light. The pink-blond strands that flowed down her waist gave the impression of being delicate to the touch.

Her small, oval face, with its neatly arranged features, belonged to someone Teia had never met in waking life—but after seeing her so many times in his dreams, she now felt oddly familiar.