"I want you!"
She came to find me on my cave with expectation that I would respond to her needs.
However, what followed her dreadful scent was a pang on her face as she wailed in disbelief.
"Y-you...!"
She didn't expect a response like this. She expected a delightful response, along with acceptance. Yet, she couldn't believe she was being denied like this.
"You think doing this on me will make me give up on you? Dream on!"
Of course, she was defiant to the grim she had face and received. Not only was she denied but she was also utterly embarrassed to her needs.
For a woman in this world, superiority is something akin to being a royalty.
Having multiple husband is like having an army.
That's why woman or beastwoman, upon taking an interest to a man or beastman would move purposively.
I glance at the her dissipating figure.
An orange ears and a tail. A pair sat atop her head while one got attached above her buttocks.
Including those black stripes that blend beautifully on her fur, one look and you will know she's a tiger.
Seeing signs I had long imprinted on my head, a thought circulated on my mind.
Don't tell me I came back?
My clear eyes started to fog while my lips trembled from excitement, and at the same time fear.
I felt excited as it is the effect of overload happiness, while fear made me afraid that this is just the work of my inner demon, triggered by an illusion, and cast by enemy invasion.
Yet, I couldn't fathom the fact that my hands are itching to fight back.
Why is that?
"I just want you to be my seventh husband. And since you don't want to, then don't bother me from now on!"
Oh, she came back to say that.
Seeing her face, a smile formed at the tip of my lips.
The reason why my hands are itching is because I don't want to be entangled to a foolish bitch.
Just look at her, kicking a cave wall and wailing after.
Who would want to be with her?
But I know full well the reason why I couldn't be with her.... cause I'm not into her.
Looking at the bright light outside, I paced towards the cave door as I smelled the freshness of nature.
After leaving at the age of four, I become an eighteen year old boy who is crying from his parents' downfall.
In an instant after possession, I become an orphan with relatives trying to gnaw a fortune.
But thanks to having a system, I was able to extract every penny of the properties I now owned.
200 Billion.
My mouth drop in shock.
Not because of the amount, but because of the intensity it will give me afterwards.
Later, I found the buildings, houses, cars, yacht, and stores that are owned by Az Corp have been burned to ashes.
Of course that are a bit exaggerated as remains still remain since some things can't be burned to death.
And those land I owned?
No one wants to buy it cause the once fertile land become barren in a blink of an eye.
Eventually, those relatives who try to suck up on me gave up feeling heavy. Saying I was bad luck and the reason why my parents left me.
When I heard that, I actually wanted to cry but tears don't want to drop by.
Even after receiving the owner's memory, I never felt differently.
Cause all I got was treated as an extra affinity for someone who possessed a soulless body.
After that, I was like a rich man's girl who frequent mall after mall. Warehouse after warehouse. And even bars.
Food, clothes, medicine.... everything I see was packed by many.
I mean, those who work for money.
Of course it was done discreetly since I can't let those relatives of mine find their niece current livelihood.
What if they crawl back like leeches?
That would be a greater problem than bumping into a drunk old man who's walking and peeing on the street.
And if you think, all I did was to gather supplies, then you are wrong for that, because I also investigated the possibility of having people like me.
Like those luck that got hype upon restart, I'm sure there are alot.
And if the earth's magnetic poles minimized their appearance, then at least having one is enough.
Because having them by your side is like having a secret weapon to attack.
However, upon investigation using a detection skill, I found out that there's a lot of people with second chance.
A smile blossomed on my face before I sorted those people out.
Until, I was stupified.
From fourteen to seven and seven to none, those guys who have second chance ain't even related to the foreseen future of their land.
I wanted someone who is knowledgeable about earth's future challenges, yet if there's none among us, then choosing them is not an option at all.
My target companion should differ from the norm, as I, myself ain't easy to troll.
That's when I decided to choose a special soul, fitted for me to roll.
I mean, to ride and then moan more.
As a beastman, I'm tied to experience heat cycles and tend to think more about reproduction.
But over the course of four years of my beast life, my father unintentionally corroded my nature.
The reason?
We always bath together.
Because he would always boast around me about being the biggest out of the three.
And even showing me his dick entirely.
You, female beast has a lot of husband, and my mother got three.
That was why comparison and dueling always happen among those who are free.
And my father?
He always boast around me on how huge his dick is and that I will grow as big as he is.
With my mischievous nature, I just rebut him like: Hmph! Mine will be bigger than yours. And then we would laugh.
Yet, I didn't know why, but every time I saw his dick, my heart would skip a beat and later would escalate its speed.
My breath would also feel heavy, and my body would tremble in epiphany.
At that time, I thought I was sick, and that I just need to eat sweet.
Until one night, I saw father.
He's pounding on mother.
His technique and grip are incredibly sweet, like he wants to swallow my mother when in reality, it is my mother who is swallowing him whole.
His tight legs are incredibly strong that every thrust he makes, my legs trembles.
Its not like I haven't seen beasts mating. It just, some specific body seems to trigger something within me.
And that something is something I can't conceal to any body.
Because in reality, the one who will suffer will only be me.
That must be the reason why I choose to abandon my life as a beast when an opportunity arise before me.
Call it an act of impulsiveness, but what can I do when my mind craves that too?
I know, there are times of regret in the process of making but i learned that it is a part of life assessment.