The Cat Who Weeps in the Dark - Chapter 17

“You’re moaning and groaning like this how can I just leave you alone? As your superior, it’s only right for me to help.”

At Helion’s nod, the Imperial Guards waiting behind them simultaneously exited the room. Katie’s eyes darted around, flustered by the sudden privacy. She tried to turn her head, but Helion’s fingers pressed against her cheek, making it impossible to move even an inch.

“Your Highness…?”

“Don’t be too scared, Kitty. I’m a gentleman who knows courtesy and propriety.”

His golden eyes darkened. The moment his soothing, whispered breath descended upon her face, Helion’s other hand, the one not holding her cheek, reached for his pants.

“W-wait a minute! Where are you putting your hand! Not there!”

Katie’s eyes snapped wide open just as his hand plunged inward.

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Though she’d never actively sought it, Katie had been the object of many men’s desires since joining the knight order.

Her impeccable, upright posture and her outstanding skill, enough to rise to the rank of intermediate knight in just three years, were remarkable. But even setting aside these knightly qualities, Katie possessed a beauty so stunning it made any man’s head spin.

It was only natural that naive knights, who saw passionate love as one of a knight’s virtues, harbored feelings for her.

However, most knights satisfied their urges by observing her from afar. They believed pouring their emotions onto someone who clearly didn’t want a relationship was not beautiful love, but merely unilateral coercion.

But some knights were different. They wanted to release their urges in a more primal way. A foul and dirty method, worse than even the beast-men whom the Empire’s people called animals.

Damian, if there was even a hint of getting closer to her, would get a hard-on and rub himself against her backside.

Arnin’s gang was no different. The moment they tied her down, they unbuttoned their pants, which said it all.

Their goal was one: to insert their c***s and scatter their seed to begin mating, aligning with the original purpose of being in heat.

Katie, disgusted by their disrespectful lack of consent, nonetheless did not question the acts themselves.

The heat she had learned about and experienced was precisely that: insert, thrust, and c*m, then it’s over. For a body already primed, foreplay was unnecessary.

In that sense, she utterly failed to understand the actions of the man before her now.

“Ugh… h-huh.” Katie twisted her hips, her face contorted in distress. Her hands gripped the bedsheet so hard her fingernails ached.

Helion’s cool hand slowly traced the drawers she wore beneath her uniform pants. His hand slipped deep behind her, from the soft mound of her b*****k, past her hip bones, to her pubic bone. And then, he actually slid his fingers between her tightly clenched thighs.

“St-stop.” Katie whimpered, one of her hands, which had been tearing at the sheet, grabbing his wrist. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to use enough force to pull it away.

The first reason was knowing her life wouldn’t be intact if she left a mark on Helion’s hand. The second was that her body, completely consumed by heat, simply couldn’t muster any strength in her hands.

“I haven’t even started yet, so what are you telling me to stop?”

It was an unfair statement. From the moment Helion slipped his hand into her pants, he’d been ceaselessly fumbling everywhere.

She wasn’t a kitten that needed to be petted. Her body was already agonizingly sensitive there was no need to deliberately put his hand inside and stroke her flesh.

What on earth did this man want to do with her?

He had clearly spoken of helping her, but this was doing nothing to alleviate her heat.

On the contrary, the more he touched her, the more aroused her body became, making her lose all control of her senses.

Katie panted, her eyes narrowed. Unable to bear the heat, tears welled in the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

“Ah, ugh.”

“Why are you struggling so much?”

The man, as if soothing her, stroked the skin on her inner thigh, then twisted his hand to lightly tap the hidden spot between her legs with the back of his hand.

At that slight stimulation, Katie startled, her hips twitching. A strange sensation, one she hadn’t felt when Helion caressed her thighs and b******s, surged through her. But it wasn’t the sensation that shamed her, it was the guilt blossoming in her chest.