The Cat Who Weeps in the Dark - Chapter 30

Katie swallowed hard. Before, she wouldn’t have known. But now, she could. Didn’t she know now exactly where and how to touch herself?

There was no need to overthink it. She just had to gently caress her v***a over her underwear, just like Helion had done that night. Until the sticky fluid gushed out from somewhere deep inside, driven by pleasure.

“Huuuh.”

Was it because of the heat? Just the imagination alone made her lower belly ache. Her c******s seemed to flare up, as if remembering that sensation, even though it shouldn’t have.

Katie dragged her body, crawling towards the bathroom. Because she was crawling flat on the floor, using her arm strength, her v***a kept brushing against the ground. Ah. That stimulation alone was utterly intoxicating. She felt like she wanted to just hump the floor right there, without even needing to go to the bathroom.

‘No. Get a grip, Katie. Don’t lose your human dignity.’

Katie gripped the carpet as if to tear it apart. Beast-humans were humans too. The reason humans were different from beasts was because they could suppress instinct with reason. So, she couldn’t give in to this mere desire. Even if she were to do something so lewd, it couldn’t be here, where anyone could walk in at any moment.

After what felt like miles, Katie finally reached the bathroom.

As soon as she threw open the door, she frantically unbuttoned her pants and slipped her hand inside. Despite her hasty movements, a faint pleasure bloomed the moment her hand touched her g******s. It was a welcoming yet distant sensation, like finding water in a parched desert.

Katie, with her pants down to her knees, sat against the bathroom wall and moved her hand. Exactly as Helion had touched her before. She ran her finger along the split seam in the center of her underwear, teasing the tiny nub at the front of her v***a.

A Frustrating Struggle

“Huuuh, hnnn… ugh.”

But this wasn’t it. Something was different. Even though she was touching herself in the exact same way, that explosive sensation she’d felt that day wasn’t coming.

Katie groaned, shaking her head against the wall. If only she hadn’t touched herself at all, it might have been bearable. But now that she had, and wasn’t getting the sensation she craved, it was even more frustrating. The unreleased heat, bundled up in her belly, felt like it was squeezing the life out of her.

“Ugh, why the hell… is this happening?”

The only difference from that day was the owner of the hand. But why the hell wouldn’t it end?

Thinking it might be some profound mystery, she tried varying her touch, rubbing lightly then strongly, but it was useless. No matter how hard she tried, only that agonizing, on-the-verge-but-never-quite-there sensation kept circling her navel.

Frustration piled up alongside her unresolved lust.

Tick-tock.

With heightened senses, she could hear the second hand of the clock moving outside the bathroom.

“Quickly… ah, hmph.”

Her urgency ironically made it harder to focus on the act. She was simultaneously proud and annoyed that, even while panting in the throes of heat, she still had the presence of mind to worry about other things. If only she could just focus and finish it, she’d be relieved. Thinking back to the time she’d o******d under Helion, thirty minutes was more than enough time.

Katie decided to fight herself. She was someone who had successfully completed spy training, rumored to be dangerous even in the Kingdom. This measly task, she could surely resolve it on her own.

‘Just like Helion did.’

Katie squeezed her eyes shut, replaying his hands in her mind. The movements started slow and then gradually quickened. The straight, long fingers caressing around her c******s.

“Hmph!”

Fortunately, it worked. Katie arched her back sharply at the strange sensation, collapsing onto the floor. Her insides tingled as if she’d been electrocuted.

“Haaah, hmph.”

She could do nothing but groan. Katie groaned, pressing her forehead against the cold bathroom floor, then barely managed to regain her composure and moved her hand diligently.

With a desperate wish that she could finish this act before the shift changed.