Beast Language

How many hours had it been?

“Ah, hmph, w-wait, huh! Hah…!”

My ominous premonition was correct.
This man was determined to devour me.
My buttocks were stinging and sore from being slapped so many times by his mercilessly pounding balls.

“Ugh, ugh, hwaaah…”

I was completely becoming a beast.
Wails flowed from my mouth, which had lost its language.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh continued without cease.

He thrust his hips as if to grind them against me, our abdomens pressed tightly together.
Every time the man thrusted, my lower abdomen bulged.
It felt like it wouldn’t be strange if it popped out of my mouth soon.

“Hngh, huh, s-slowly… hmph, please…”

I had already given up on telling him to stop.
The fur-covered floor was soaked, but he showed no signs of stopping.

“Ah, ugh…!”

He placed my limp hand neatly on his back and then began to thrust his hips like crazy.
Splish, splash.
Literally, the sound of a pestle pounding rice echoed.

I trembled and wrapped my legs around the man’s waist.
It was a purely survival-driven action, to calm his mercilessly driving body.

A growl rumbled from the throat of the man who was biting my neck.
It meant he was overjoyed.
How did I know?
Because the c*ck filling my lower abdomen twitched noticeably.

This beast of a man.
I was about to turn my head away, trembling with rage, but he grabbed my chin and made me look straight into his eyes.

Was he holding a grudge because I had complained about him talking to the wall earlier?
He made sure to make eye contact with me throughout our entire copulation.
If I turned my head away because it was burdensome, he would grab my chin and force me to look at him.

“Ah, ugh, ang! W-wait, hmph, I want to rest…!”

In the end, I couldn’t bear it and cried out, sobbing.
It was a cry close to a tantrum, but the man stopped for the first time.

“…Pull it out, okay? I-I’m so tired…”

The only thing that had grown after being tormented for hours was my quick-wittedness.
I deliberately sniffled loudly, rubbed my lower abdomen, and pretended to be in pain.

“……”

At that, the beast, who was looking down at me with his head slightly tilted, slowly pulled back.

Ugh.
I swallowed a gasp at the feeling of my skin being pulled along.

As the c*ck that had been plugging me like a stopper pulled out, the stagnant semen gushed out.
The amount of semen was so much that it flowed down my thighs and soaked the floor.
The sense of liberation came before the stickiness.

Having regained my freedom, I immediately ran away.
It was only to the opposite corner of the prison, but I huddled there, as far away from the beast as possible, and hugged my knees tightly.

“…Bastard.”

I saw the man’s hunched shoulders flinch at my low curse.

Haa.
I took a small breath and checked my body first.
Just a glance at my hugged legs showed they were full of bruises, making me look like someone who had run out after getting cupping therapy all over their body.

As the pleasure subsided, the cold quickly set in, but there was nothing to wear.
My only clothes had been torn to shreds by that man earlier.

I was sighing deeply while looking at the tattered pieces of cloth when something was suddenly draped over my naked body.

“……”

It was the man’s clothes.
It looked like a black martial arts uniform, but the fabric was thicker than it looked, and the lining was soft.

I just glared up at the man standing in front of me.

If I had my way, I would have thrown it at his expressionless face, saying I didn’t need it, but in my current state, I couldn’t take out new clothes from my inventory.
But I didn’t want to participate in this giving-a-disease-and-then-a-cure situation either.

…Ugh.
I was just rubbing my face when the indifferent gaze of the man who had mercilessly butchered my clothes landed on me.
It was clearly a silent urging to hurry up and put it on.

Anyone who saw him would think it wasn’t his doing.
Though I was fuming, thinking I should have pulled his hair harder earlier, I meekly put on the clothes.

I was wrapping the robe around my body like a shower gown when I felt a presence approaching from my side.

“……”

“……”

I glared at him, meaning to ask why he was sitting right next to me in this spacious prison, and the man also looked at me askance.

At some point, a glint had appeared in his eyes.

His pupils were still vertically slit, but they looked a little different from the crazy beast eyes from before.

Has he come to his senses?
Seeing him take off his own clothes and give them to me, it seemed his conscience, if not his reason, had returned, but he still couldn’t be trusted.

“Did I do this to you?”

I was wary, not knowing when he might snap again, when he looked at my red-marked ankle and the words he spat out were a masterpiece.

“…You, surely you’re not going to say you don’t remember, are you? You did that to me, so mercilessly, that…”

“It’s badly swollen. Can you walk?”

“Giving me the disease and then the cure? Enough, don’t talk to… Ack!”

Thinking he was teasing me, I stood up in a huff, but he lightly pulled my waist and naturally settled me on his lap.
Even considering our size difference, I was flustered by how lightly he treated me, like a pillow.

He wrapped one arm around my waist to keep me from struggling and slowly touched my ankle with the other hand.
A cool breath touched the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

“L-let me go! You’re going to bite me again, aren’t you!”

“…Did I bite you too? Where did I bite you.”

“It’d be harder to find a place you didn’t bite, you know?!”

Ugh.
What kind of strength is this?
Did he drink a Letusha potion or something.
I whimpered and tried to somehow push away the forearm wrapped around my waist, but it didn’t budge, like a safety bar on a ride.

I was seriously considering biting him when a soft sensation touched my neck.

“Hmph…!”

Shlick, shlick.
He licked my neck so stickily that I could hear the sound by my ear.
Afraid that he would bite my artery if I rashly pushed him away, I asked in a trembling voice, trying to stay calm.

“What, what are you, doing?”

“Healing.”

“Are you kidding me? You think licking it will heal it…”

[The condition for the new passive skill <Valta’s Imprint> has been met. Status abnormalities will be continuously healed.]

As if answering instead of the man, a status window popped up with a ‘ding!,’ and I looked up at it in disbelief.

“…It’s healing?”

It was true.
Every time the man slowly licked my body, the wounds disappeared one by one.

The throbbing neck, the stinging shoulder, the scraped leg from struggling somewhere.
Every time the man licked the wounds stickily, they disappeared one by one.
Even the throbbing pain vanished as if washed away.

…Was this man a healer?

I blinked my eyes and looked at the man, then, as if possessed, I held out my other shoulder.

“It hurts here too.”

It was a place that had been aching for a few days after I hit it hard during a quest Baalzeph gave me.

“…I’d be really grateful if you licked it.”

I asked as politely as I could and then closed my eyes tightly to hide my inexplicable embarrassment.

I thought I heard something like a chuckle, but it was too late to save face anyway.

How much time had passed?
At some point, I opened my eyes with a start and found myself sleeping in the man’s arms.

“…Stay still.”

Startled, I lifted my head, and an indifferent voice fell from above me.

“This is better for maintaining body temperature.”

I opened my mouth to retort, then gave up.
The truth was, these clothes were also his, and it was true that it was warm being close to him.

Since it seemed he wouldn’t let me go even if I tried to get away, and I had learned that it was a waste of energy, I meekly leaned against the man’s chest.
His body temperature was quite high, but strangely, it felt cool.

…Wait, come to think of it, something was strange.

This man.
When I first entered the prison, he was covered in wounds, but now he looked fine.

There were still bloodstains, but the horrible gash on his abdomen I had seen earlier was gone, and the forearm wrapped around my waist was smooth without a single wound.
I had clearly seen him leaning against the wall like a corpse.

What was real and what wasn’t?
I was starting to doubt my own memory when I unconsciously spoke.

“…By the way, you.”

“Karvan.”

“Huh?”

“Karvan Baharga.”

It was the name I had seen in the status window earlier.

I looked at the man with a strange expression.
Judging by his name, he seemed like an NPC, but seeing as the ‘Stigma Theory’ skill worked properly on him, he also seemed like a monster.
What was his identity?
I swallowed the urge to question him and reluctantly gave a piece of myself to the man who was staring at me.

“My name is Shinbi.”

“…Shinbi.”

“Yeah. But why did you do that to me earlier?”

Shinbi.
The light went out in the man’s face as he repeated the name.
His complicated gaze wandered briefly.

“It would be irresponsible to say it was not your fault for attempting an imprint without permission.”

“…Huh?”

“It was also my fault for assuming it would naturally fail, and I fully realize my responsibility for being complacent and not recognizing a suitable partner.”

…What?
I stared blankly at the man who was suddenly spitting out surprisingly eloquent words.

I doubted my ears at his sentence structure, which was so different from before.
It felt like watching a kindergartener suddenly speak like a university professor.
It was a surprisingly different atmosphere from when he used the common language earlier.

“First, let’s get out of here and discuss our future course of action.”

No, wait a minute.
This is strange.

I let the man’s words flow past me and tried to listen carefully to the words coming out of his mouth.

This isn’t the common language.

Then what is it?
I turned on the language settings in the system window with confused eyes.

[Currently set language: Beast Common Language]

It wasn’t that the man had suddenly become good at speaking.

…On the contrary, I had become able to understand the beast language.