Chapter 276: The Chief’s Secret

Mira rose before the sun, as she always did; in her village, the day started very early.

She had breakfast with Fae, who was the only one who woke up before her. Then she walked through the village, checking on the farmers heading to their fields, listening to a mother’s worry about her son’s cough, settling a small dispute between two neighbors over a fence line.

Her fluffy chestnut ears twitched at every report, cataloging each problem and solving all the problems she could.

However, one report pulled her attention back.

"I heard there have been more monster sightings," old Tomas said, leaning on his cane.

Mira’s brow furrowed. The Great Wolves had been growing bolder lately. Her brother’s near-death had been proof enough of that. If they came any closer to the village...

"Something must be done about those monsters," she muttered under her breath, her tail flicking with unease. "Before they decide the village itself looks like prey."

She was still lost in thought when the air in front of her shimmered.

Mira stumbled back with a startled yelp as a woman materialized out of nothing, stepping into existence as casually as if she’d been walking there all along.

The stranger was beautiful, with a presence that felt like a mist, whose form she couldn’t comprehend well.

"Wha, who..." Mira stammered, her ears flattening against her head.

"Don’t be alarmed," the woman said, her voice smooth and calm. "I am Yasmin. I travel with Shin."

Mira blinked, recognition dawning. The group of humans staying at her house. "You’re... one of his companions?"

"I am," Yasmin confirmed. Then her eyes turned serious. "I heard your concerns about the monsters. I can deal with them; consider it taken care of. But in return, I need something from you."

Mira swallowed, still reeling. "What?"

The village chief was not sure she could trust Yasmin. But on the other hand, the woman seemed strong enough to kill her and everyone in the village if she wanted to, so why would she want to trick them?

"And what is it that you want?" Mira made her decision and asked.

"Relax, it’s something simple," Yasmin smiled smugly. "My king is... occupied at your house right now. So don’t go there, and you must not interrupt. Promise me you won’t disturb what he is doing."

Mira’s confusion deepened. Occupied? What could he possibly be doing that required such a promise? But the woman disappeared before she could ask anything else.

Mira stood frozen for a long moment, heart pounding. Then, shaking herself, she decided to walk back home, finding what Yasmin had told her to be weird. Why couldn’t she go back to her house? What could Shin be doing?

It could even be some ritual that would consume the villagers’ lives... she thought, as her imagination took over.

Once she reached the place and opened the door, she was immediately received by the soft sound of moans. She froze for a second and felt relief. If it was just about sex, then what Yasmin said made sense and things were probably fine.

Still, her cheeks blushed as she thought she should leave soon. But at the same time... her mind drifted as her breath hitched.

She remembered Shin, his strong, muscular body. And she remembered the way his eyes had lingered on her when she’d bowed, though she’d pretended not to notice.

Her massive breasts suddenly felt heavy, her nipples tightening against the fabric of her blouse. Her breath came faster, heat pooling low in her belly.

And it was worse because of when it was. Her body knew she was in her reproductive period. Every instinct screamed at her, urging her toward the source of those sounds, toward the man who had saved her brother.

Mira swallowed hard, her tail twitching nervously. She climbed the stairs, one slow step at a time, unsure of what she was even doing. She told herself she was just checking. Just making sure everything was all right. That was all.

She reached the top of the stairs and peeked through the crack in Shin’s door... Her cheeks burned scarlet at the sight.

Mira pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her own racing heart, but she didn’t go back to her room.

She stayed there, frozen in the hallway, her back against the wall beside Shin’s door. The sounds from within had not stopped. Fae’s soft, breathy moans drifted through the wood, and with every one of them, Mira’s body burned hotter.

Her massive breasts ached, heavy and swollen, straining against her blouse until the fabric looked ready to burst. Her nipples were so hard they were almost painful, pressing visibly against the cloth with every shaky breath. Between her thighs, a deep, pulsing need throbbed, unbearable, making her dizzy.

She shouldn’t do anything... Actually, she should leave; she had promised Yasmin she wouldn’t even go there.

But the promise felt so far away now, drowned out by the heat flooding her veins.

But before she could make a decision, the door was pushed open, and she saw Shin’s naked chest and...

Trying not to look at his huge, glistening, still-hard cock, she looked away and found Fae’s body.

The girl lay sprawled across the bed, utterly wrecked and glowing with satisfaction. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes half-lidded and dreamy, her body still trembling with the last echoes of pleasure. She looked exhausted and completely, radiantly happy.

"Mira?" Shin said in shock, calling her attention, making their gazes meet for a second.

Then it dropped.

She noticed his stare moving lower to her massive breasts as they heaved with every ragged breath, straining against the thin fabric of her blouse, her nipples clearly visible, impossible to hide.

She felt his stare like a physical touch, and her pussy clenched so hard it made her gasp.

"Shin..." Her voice came out breathless, barely a whisper. "I... I want to thank you. For saving my brother."

Mira swallowed. Her heart pounded so loud she was sure he could hear it. "Let me give you a reward. Take my body. It’s yours, if you want it."

Truth be told, it was more a reward for herself than for him. She wanted this. She had wanted it since the moment she’d seen his handsome face. And at that point, she needed him.

She couldn’t hold back anymore.

Mira closed the distance in three steps and threw herself at him, crashing her lips against his in a hungry, desperate kiss.

Her gigantic chest flattened against his hard body, the soft, heavy weight of her breasts pressing into him, her nipples rubbing against his skin through the thin fabric. She moaned into his mouth, her hands fisting in his hair, her body molding against his as if she belonged there.

Shin’s arms came around her. He didn’t resist. How could any man resist a woman throwing herself at him like this?

His hands found her hips, pulling her flush against him, and she felt his hardness pressing against her belly, making her knees weak.