The Cat Who Weeps in the Dark - Chapter 46

Helion curved the hand filling her into a hook, scraping down her inner walls.

“Haaahng.”

The reaction was immediate. Katie groaned thickly, her hole clenching. The roots of his fingers throbbed at the elastic grip of her entrance.

“Hooo. If you clench like that, my fingers will break.”

Helion didn’t stop there, continuing to thrust. Each time his hooked fingertips prodded her, her inner flesh, tightly gripping his fingers, squirmed obscenely. It clamped down so hard that when he pulled his fingers out, a glimpse of her red inner flesh peeked out, following them.

Helion didn’t immediately shove his withdrawn fingers back in, instead, he savored the sight for a moment. The inner flesh that had followed him out detached with a wet smack, then slowly retracted back inside.

Ah, yes. This was the color he wanted to confirm. The inner flesh hidden within that alluring hole was a dizzying crimson, enough to make his neck ache. As expected, it perfectly matched the color of Katie’s lips, which she bit every single day.

Helion smiled savagely and plunged his fingers back in. His knuckles smacked against Katie’s p***y with a thwack.

Katie shrieked as his fingers penetrated deeper than ever before.

“Ahh! Stop!”

“How many times do I have to tell you that the more you do that, the more I want to torment you? You really don’t learn.”

Even amidst her frantic sobs, the cat’s eyes were sharp. Her gaze was desperate, as if trying to hide the surging pleasure, but her pupils were unfocused, rendering her unthreatening.

With a face as limp as her wet p***y, she only managed to sharpen the corners of her eyes.

That sight ignited the man’s desire for conquest. Helion buried his fingers inside and brought his thumb to her c******s. As if realizing what he was about to do, Katie lowered her head to look down.

“No, not there…!”

She was so flustered that she even forgot to use honorifics.

Helion grinned, moving his thumb. He gently rolled the swollen flesh he had tormented moments ago, leisurely stirring the fingers embedded within her inner depths.

“Haaahng. Ngh, ah!”

Her body, as smooth as marble carved by a master sculptor, trembled, unable to bear the pleasure. Helion took in the sight completely, as if chewing and swallowing every bit of it.

Even with his teasingly slow movements, the woman’s arousal steadily mounted. Soon, her slender waist lifted, drawing a semicircle as it arched high.

“Ahh-euk!”

Finally, the moment of climax arrived. Katie convulsed in mid-air, her lifted waist unable to descend.

An o****m experienced sober, not clouded by hormones, was dazzlingly ecstatic. But it also made Katie feel just as utterly miserable.

Unlike her, disheveled and undone, Helion remained perfectly unchanged.

Even though it was only her lower body, she was the only one who had stripped, who had groaned until her hoarse throat felt raw, who had succumbed to pleasure and reached climax.

In all those moments, Helion had been a thorough spectator. He had become aroused watching the woman play in his hands, yet he had never fully participated in the act himself.

Her lifted waist fell back down like a deflated balloon. Katie’s mind, which had been so heightened by the climax, also plummeted with terrifying speed.

“I promised, so I’ll keep it.”

Helion rubbed his fingers, shriveled and soaked with her c*m, on her uniform shirt. It was an incredibly nonchalant gesture, unbelievable from the person who had just made her gush that fluid.

“You can go now, Katie.”

A gentle dismissal fell upon the exhausted, sprawled Katie. It was a perfectly fitting end to her muddled emotions.

Katie pretended not to notice her trembling legs and forced herself to stand.

“My duty hours aren’t over yet. I’ll leave when my shift ends, so don’t concern yourself.”

She had said it hoping he would be displeased by her insubordination, but unfortunately, that small act of revenge failed.

“Yes. That’s just like Katie.”

When she picked up her pants and turned back around, Helion was smiling brightly, as if he couldn’t be more satisfied.

It was the sated smile of a predator who had conquered exactly what he desired.

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To Katie, Helion was an enigma. She thought she’d grown quite accustomed to the ways of regular humans since moving into the Empire, unlike the beast-folk, but seeing this man made her doubt that.

“Am I undressing again today?”

“Do you want me to undress you myself? You’re getting quite proactive, Kitty.”

Katie sighed and pulled down her pants. By now, taking off her pants wasn’t even embarrassing. Undressing her drawers still made her hesitate a bit, but if she just closed her eyes and pulled down the band, it wasn’t that hard.

Helion, despite being the one who proposed such an illicit arrangement, was surprisingly gentlemanly. If Katie didn’t undress herself, he wouldn’t undress her. He never touched any part of her that Katie hadn’t revealed herself.

For the first few nights, Katie considered herself lucky. Unlike her lower half, which she had already given up during her heat, revealing her upper body required a lot of courage. Helion, in his own way, had given her time to prepare.

But as these nights continued, Katie’s thoughts slowly began to change.