Chapter 132 – 132 – Catnip Night
“So… Seriously…?”
“If you don’t mean it, why did you come?”
Sister Monica tightly wrapped her arms around her nervous guest’s shoulders. The sweat that had formed on her collarbone from the tension seeps into her white cloth.
The transparent skin is smoother than the moonlight.
“Did you come to look for something you lost? Or did you just say good night and then go back? Not knowing what would happen in this room today?”
“It’s not like that… But…”
“Then tell me.”
It seems she has already made up her mind. She’s just embarrassed and embarrassed to express it directly.
But it seems like the sister plans to be mischievous until the end. She keeps turning red, and she whispers into his ear, urging him to admit it to himself.
Isn’t this what you wanted? Didn’t she personally go and visit with excited anticipation?
If you don’t intend to gloss over it, confess it. What do you want?
When the blush spread to her lips, which she repeatedly bit and released little by little with the tips of her front teeth, she finally…
———–
“Get out of here, you horny things! Lord Eshen Goglord told you not to come anywhere!”
Garam Taiga shouted with her displeased face. She swung her club at Tigris, who was trying to set foot in Gokju’s mansion.
The three Tigris women, who were very drunk, flinched and took a step back.
“What? It’s ‘Catnip Night’? Let’s take a look.”
“It’s okay to be drunk and go crazy. This is Gokju’s mansion! If you need a place to cuddle up with a man and pant, go to your house.”
“That’s right. You need a man to pant. Think about it, was your sister so popular? Even before she ran away from the Hwanhwa Valley, every guy who thought she was strong or dainty would woo Eshen at least once, right?”
“So?”
Garam said in a pitiful tone. Tigris, her face flushed, grinned and chattered.
“I guess it will be even more so now that I’ve become Gokju. Don’t all the decent men gather in the courtyard and wait to be chosen?”
“That’s right, my mom told me a story about the Hualien Song Lord, and she said the competition was incredible.”
“Are there going to be one or two kids who will snap at you? You have to catch them faster than anyone else.”
“Shut up, everyone, shut up!”
Garam showed signs of disgust and swung his club again. The female Tigris pouted.
“Don’t you three have any self-respect when you take it upon yourself to pick up things that were thrown away without even eating them?”
“No! Is your pride giving you a piece of cake? Let’s take a hit too!”
“Put your intelligence before your pride, you fools. If it were to be full of men who wanted Eshen like you said, would the mansion be this quiet? Shouldn’t you see him wandering around this wall in the first place?”
“Uh, I hadn’t thought about that. Why is it quiet? Why are we the only ones who can see?”
“That’s because they got scolded and dispersed a long time before you all! The nobleman of Hyanghyanggok is recuperating in the mansion, so what kind of fuss are you planning on making? I don’t have any useful balls here, so get out of here! Get out of here!”
There are no useful balls. That statement is a bit scratchy.
The Tigris growled as Garam, who stood like a gatekeeper, resolutely kicked them out, but when the Protestant warriors looked after Garam and shook their heads, they complained and left. Because there is nothing to be gained by staying.
As Garam said, there are no men in this large mansion. No, it would be more accurate to say that there is only one him. And the man’s name is Tan Banta.
Eshen, leaning next to me, giggled.
“They say there’s nothing useful about it. It seems like they’re ignoring you? What do you think?”
“I don’t think much of it. It has already proven itself many times to be useful.”
Eshen burst into laughter. With the sound muted so as not to be heard outside.
Looking down from the wide-view watchtower of a mansion located a bit far from the village, you can see excited people, like the trio who just left, wandering the streets of the city at night. To find a great partner to spend a heartbreaking night with, belly button to belly button.
Most of them are young people from Tigris who have refined themselves in the Valley of Purification. Occasionally, foreign guests, such as the dragons brought by the Lord, seem to be interested as well.
To the Tigris females who are interested in mating with dragons, Nidroga’s confectionery expert cousin strangely recommends those strange cookies from the past.
We all know that he just wants to show off his baking skills, but the Tigris, who smell the bad smell of the cookies and retreat, don’t know that. That dangerous bastard, he’ll get caught someday.
Eshen takes a deep breath. And just like the Tigris who left a little while ago, their faces turn red. It’s as if a secret that excites people is mixed in today’s evening breeze.
That’s actually true. When you touch the air as if holding it with your fingertips, fine particles like pollen get caught in the cracks of your fingers, causing a pleasant tickling sensation.
The identity of this powder is said to be finely ground grass called ‘Manwol catnip’ and sprinkled on top. It has no particular effect on ordinary people, but has a kind of promoting effect on the Tigris race.
It does not cause addiction or worsen health like other drugs. They simply become more impulsive, more daring, and, crucially, much more fertile.
It only works on Tigris, and it increases drive and reproductive ability? Doesn’t that sound like heat?
···That’s the correct answer. The identity of full moon catnip is an herb that induces estrus in Tigris.
In Hwanhwagok, they wait for the full moon, when the senses of the Tigris become more sensitive, and load the collected full-moon catnip powder into the festival hot air balloon.
Then, it is floated in the sky and sprinkled lightly to intensify the heat of the festival. Once in summer and once in winter, all seven days.
Thus, it begins when the moon and stars rise in abundance, the festival’s hot air balloon fireworks, firecrackers, and lanterns light up the streets at night, and the refreshing scent of catnip fills the entire Hwanhwa Valley. A week of days and nights filled with joy.
To be honest, it is difficult to understand from the perspective of an ordinary porter, Nabulangi. The reason why such a dog transformation festival has become an important festival culture is because it seems like it will be fun, so Eshendo is holding it earlier.
Still, people seem to really like compatible songs. The warmer atmosphere can be felt everywhere.
Eshen, drunk on catnip like the other Tigris, whispers in my ear.
“It is also meaningful to advance the estrous cycle of male and female Tigris, which have a cycle of about three months, and adjust it to a similar time. To increase the success rate of pregnancy even if they encounter each other outside the valley. A kind of cultural strategy chosen by a race with precious offspring to increase the population. That’s it.”
“···I think I’ll refrain from mating for fear of an accident.”
“Hmm. I don’t know about abstinence, but I’ve seen cases where they couldn’t hold it in. There are also those who abstain during festivals by bragging that they have a big mercenary request, but later go on a mission as a male and female pair and their stomachs become bulging.”
“That’s fun.”
“Isn’t it fun?”
“But I still don’t know. Why did you hold the festival earlier? Did you want to show the culture of compatible songs?”
“If my intention was to chill you out, it would have been a huge success, right?”
“That’s right. You told me something about Tigris mating. For a moment, I thought you were trying to play harem because you weren’t satisfied with me alone.”
“You can and I can’t? Are you jealous?”
It’s cowardly, but just saying jealousy isn’t enough. He would rather kill that son of a bitch than see another man hug Eshen.
Who said that if I do it, it’s romance, and if someone else does it, it’s adultery? Because of my situation, I couldn’t answer right away, but Eshen seemed to have already read the answer from my honest expression.
Eshen giggled and nibbled on my ear.
“Don’t worry. I told you before that I’m not interested in my children. Monica tried so hard to explain it to me yesterday, but she’s really just wasting her time and spilling the beans?”
“···I don’t remember.”
“So you don’t even remember who put you in the bathtub and bathed you? Wow, this sounds fun.”
“···Why are you doing this ominously? Who on earth washed me?”
I try to trace back memories that were completely cut off, but nothing comes to mind except what happened in a half-asleep state.
The ominous suggestion only fuels my imagination, and I can only think of people who would not want to be seen naked.
Hualien Taiga? Garam? Tigris servants? ···Couldn’t it be the sect’s father-in-law?
I quickly erased this ridiculous and painful assumption from my mind. Eshen observed me with amusement as I indulged in wild speculation.
“I’ll now repeat what Monica said yesterday. You can’t leave this house for the next seven days. Your treatment isn’t over yet.”
“Huh?”
“The sacred power of the sacred spear has been broken into pieces, and is still flowing in your body. If you leave it like this, your body may collapse.”
“This is crazy…”
“So, we need to perform a ritual to push away the power of order and abstinence that that bastard Mithra has planted with the power of chaos and desire. That will require a lot of sexual energy. You will have to suffer for the next week.”
“I think I already have a sense of what’s going on. I’m ready.”
I boldly grab Eshen’s buttocks. Eshen chuckled and pushed my hand away.
“In the guesthouse, which is designed as a space to pray to the goddess Ishtar, you will have to hug at least one different woman every night and a day during the catnip festival.”
“…I didn’t expect that. Different women? Are you saying that I have to have sex with different partners every night?”
“Of course. If you don’t want to be an asshole.”
···Eshen, Sister Monica, Nidroga, Ragnaroka, Morgan.
And Villena is far away. I somehow hate myself for counting numbers first, but I can’t help it. This means that the number of experienced people will increase by at least one person and at most two.
“You’ve already grown far from a loyal person, but it still bothers me. You hate sleeping with other men more than dying, but you have to hug two more people in a place that’s almost like your own home.”
“Two people? Seven people, maybe.”
“······What?”
“When I say ‘other woman,’ I mean a woman you’ve never hugged before.”
I feel dizzy.
“You’re lying, right?”
“They said it would be more effective if there was a lot of sexual energy around, so I discussed it with Monica and decided to hold the festival today. She liked it because it was for a good cause.”
“You’re not listening to me, are you? Seven isn’t too many in human terms-“
Eshen’s body stiffens. Suddenly, the teeth that were grinding against my ear gain strength.
“Ah, ouch, ouch. Ouch!”
“Do you think I do it because I like it? It was good until we had sex that was like a pornographic novel. But why is it the same even as the number of members continues to increase!”
“Now, wait a minute. Drop your ears! They’re falling!”
“I just said you have to deal with one new woman a day, and there’s no reason why you can’t have two. Be prepared, I’ll get my share!”
Eshen lifted me up. Then he came down from the observation deck, opened the door to the guest villa, and threw me onto the luxuriously decorated bedding.
I couldn’t move and just blinked. Eshen bared his teeth and pointed his finger at my chest.
“Bring one now.”
“This is so sudden-“
“Mr. Hwak. Stay still.”
“···Yep.”
Eshen slammed the sliding door shut as if in pain. I was left alone and wet my lips in awkwardness.
···What should I do? It feels so awkward to think that a woman I don’t know is going to open that door and come in. I think Eshen openly hates it too.
But as Eshen said, I have no choice. If you have to choose between increasing the number of wind opponents and dying… Damn it. Is it possible?
As I looked around the room, not knowing what to do, I saw sentences and pictures that seemed mysterious at first glance were drawn on the walls and ceiling. The writing appears to be the sister’s handwriting. Is it a symbol of Ishtar or a prayer?
Just as I was trying to push away the embarrassment and discomfort by thinking about something else, a silhouette wavered behind the paper-covered door.
And then Sister and Morgan peeked their heads out. Without realizing it, a sigh of relief came out.
“Are you ready, Tan?”
“Good evening, sister. And no, no. Is it true what Eshen said? Seven?”
“There’s no reason for Eshen to lie. Wouldn’t that be a good thing for Tan?”
“To be honest, no.”
The end of being swept up in a political drama and dying an unexpected death keeps flashing before my eyes.
“And Morgan doesn’t seem very happy about my increased number of sexual partners.”
“···Noisy.”
Morgan bit her lip and avoided my gaze. The sister opened the door and smiled kindly.
“There’s a misunderstanding, Tan. The reason Morgan’s expression doesn’t look good is…”
“Oh my god.”
“I said I don’t like the outfit. It’s hard for me to understand. It’s so beautiful.”
Morgan quickly tried to cover her body, but her sister stopped her by grabbing her wrist.
Her underwear, with its delicate floral embroidery, makes Morgan’s beautiful curves stand out even more. Even the skull of a pirate is beautifully drawn on the cover of her breasts, which she presses gently as if to emphasize the elasticity of her breasts. As if to not forget what a person who looks so sexy actually was.
And the harpsichord-style skirt that looks as if a chestnut has been wrapped around Morgan’s waist has a slit that keeps opening up from her waist, revealing even her most private parts of the skin. The combination of being exquisitely beautiful and yet supremely lascivious keeps catching her eye.
“It’s pretty, Morgan. It’s really pretty. It’s so beautiful I can’t take my eyes off it.”
…And I can’t understand it at all.
“Still, I think I know why Morgan is embarrassed.”
Why are her ears and tail sprouting?
“Isn’t that so? You think so too! It’s not a problem if you have dirty underwear?!”
Morgan points to her headband and she huffs. Her sister’s cheeks twitched as if she was about to burst out laughing.
“Isn’t it cute though?”
“That’s right. He’s really cute, Morgan. He doesn’t look like a scary pirate at all.”
“Don’t be too provocative, though. Morgan still has a gun strapped to his waist.”
“···Why?”
“I came here to shoot you when you talk nonsense, what should I do?”
In an instant, Morgan drew her musket and aimed it at the ceiling. However, the trigger only made a spinning sound as if it had not been loaded.
I was so scared that I almost fell backwards, but I cleared my throat and climbed back onto the blanket. Morgan seemed satisfied with that and put his gun back to his waist.
“I brought the weapon with the intention of cutting it down if anyone catches a glimpse of it. It’s unsettling. Even though the guards are double and triple guarding it, the other side of that fence is swarming with bastards walking around with erections.”
“What about ears and a tail?
“It’s a festival tradition. If you plan to mate tonight, you must wear an ear headband and a tail belt. This means you will become a member of the Hwanhaenggok family for a week.”
“···Do we need it on our own?”
“No. But it’s fun.”
The person who answered boldly was not Morgan. Not even her sisters.
I froze when I saw someone appear behind Morgan and her sister. Blonde hair, contrasting with the color of the night, swayed bouncily.
Blond hair. Polite word. And cheerfulness. The line of suspicion narrows in an instant.
“Isilun?”
“That’s it. I am the first ‘offering.'”
Isilun Sunstorm, who appeared in a nearly naked outfit like Morgan, smiled cheerfully. However, there is a hint of exaggeration in that smile.
“···Isilun.”
“Wow, when you say it’s a sacrifice, it sounds like human sacrifice. It’s a good thing between a man and a woman, but I think I chose the wrong word.”
“Isilun.”
“Well, blood and wounds can also be considered human sacrifice, so it could fall into the category of human sacrifice. I am offering my virginity on the altar of you. It’s not fun to think of it that way.”
“Isilun. You don’t have to do this.”
Morgan turns her head. Isil Rune bites her lip gently. You can see her sadness and determination in her eyes.
Of course, she would have thought anything I could think of. If you ask her if she has ever thought about it, you would be acting like a fool.
However, this is not correct in principle. I said, trying to tear Isilun’s eyes away from her body.
“There’s no need for this. I don’t blame Isilun. It wasn’t his fault.”
“What if I say you are blaming me?”
“But there’s no need to apologize this much. If you owe me your life, you can pay me back later as a colleague. It doesn’t matter if someone held you responsible or if you pushed yourself to do this. . Having sex without affection, as if you were trying to suck an ankle bitten by a poisonous snake -“
“If I were to say that I was sincere and not forced, and that I was actually waiting for a day like this, then what would you do?”
My mouth was suddenly put in a lock.
Her head also suddenly freezes. The thought of trying to put the words ‘There are probably other Tigris who are in a hurry for men’ in an appropriate way evaporates in an instant in the face of embarrassment.
The two of us, speechless and speechless, spent several seconds speechless.
Isilun spoke as if she was trying to squeeze out the words, but she seemed to be struggling to get the words out. Morgan patted her forehead proudly.
“It’s going to be really rough tonight.”
“Isilun? So… Seriously…?”
“If you don’t mean it, why did you come?”
Sister Monica stepped forward. And she wrapped her arms around Isil Rune’s shoulders tightly.
A nervous Isil Rune squeaks and sweat seeps into her white cloth clothes. Her curves, which were already sufficiently exposed, are emphasized even more intensely.
“Did you come to look for something you lost? Or did you just say good night and then go back? Not knowing what would happen in this room today?”
“It’s not like that… But…”
“Then tell me, Isilun.”
“Well, I…”
“You wanted it. You walked all the way here in the heat. If you hesitate like this, the opportunity might go by forever. Is that okay?”
As the wind from her sister’s mouth penetrated her already reddened ears, Ishilun trembled.
And between his own thick lips, which he repeatedly bit and let go, he finally spoke out words soaked in heat and anticipation.
“Maybe this will help save your life, but even if not, I hope for this. Tan Bantai?”
“Eh, yep…?”
“Would you like me to have the beginning of Isilun Sunstorm?”
