In the darkness, the little female cradled the male’s head and leaned down to offer a kiss.
It was like a singular spark, instantly igniting his dry, tinder-like heart.
Misha gently stroked Reya’s head, her touch hovering delicately between soothing and teasing.
Her slender waist was firmly imprisoned by a pair of large hands, his rough palms sliding back and forth against her skin.
Hooking her lips into a smirk, Misha let out a soft chuckle and pulled back, intending to leave.
Reya stood up, grabbed her arm, and pulled her forcefully back into his embrace.
A dominant, oppressive kiss fell upon her lips.
The kisses rained down densely as their lips and teeth intertwined.
Such instincts seemed carved directly into the male’s mind—actions he mastered naturally, without ever needing to be taught.
“Misha…
Misha, my goddess.
I willingly submit to you.
I only beg that you never abandon me.”
Reya’s breathing grew heavy.
Holding Misha tight, his hoarse voice bordered on the devout.
Misha smiled faintly.
Resting her chin on his shoulder, she bit down hard.
“Ngh,” Reya grunted, unable to suppress the soft gasp.
He threw his head back involuntarily, his eyes overflowing with unconcealed lust.
He scooped Misha up into his arms.
Hidden from his view, she thought, “It worked.”
In the grass nest, the male pressed tightly against the little female, reveling in her soft body.
Misha’s hands wandered across Reya’s sturdy back, her fingers tracing ambiguous circles over his shoulder blades.
The unprecedented stimulation pushed Reya’s senses to their absolute limit.
“Mi…
Misha,” he stammered, leaving trails of red, plum-like kisses across her delicate skin.
Just as Misha thought things would progress to their natural conclusion, the male caught her hand and guided it slightly downward.
A long moment later, her expression turned utterly unreadable.
She thought, “Son of a bitch.
System, how about asexual reproduction?
Can I just do artificial insemination?
Damn it, Reya isn’t human!
How can he still hold back even after all this?”
“Current technology does not permit this.
Please keep trying your best, Host!” the System replied.
Misha was in no mood to talk.
She rolled over, squeezed her eyes shut, and went to sleep.
After cleaning himself, Reya brought over a basin of hot water and meticulously wiped down Misha’s hands and body.
When his gaze fell upon the red marks blooming across her back and shoulders, a deeply satisfied gleam flashed in his eyes.
This was his way of declaring sovereignty.
Even if they didn’t become officially mated, the little female was his. Get faster updates on g.com.
The next morning.
When Misha woke up and washed her face, she caught her reflection in the water vat and noticed the marks all over her body.
She thought, “Damn it, how am I supposed to see anyone like this?”
Although the Beast World had a robust and uninhibited culture, it didn’t mean she was thick-skinned enough to flaunt her hickeys in public.
She was furious.
Up until Reya left to go hunting, she didn’t give him a single good look.
“Are you home, little female Misha?” Jisen’s voice rang out from outside the house.
Misha wrapped herself in an animal hide and walked out the door.
Her gloomy mood improved significantly the moment she saw the bright red fruit in Jisen’s hands.
“Misha, are you cold?
Are you sick?”
Seeing her bundled up in the thick hide, Jisen grew worried.
He anxiously reached out to check her forehead.
“No fever.”
“I’m fine.
My shoulders just felt a bit chilly when I woke up,” Misha said, shaking her head.
Jisen breathed a sigh of relief.
“Yeah, the weather is turning colder.
Winter will be here in two months, so you must remember to keep warm.”
“Does that mean these fruits will be gone soon, too?”
Jisen smiled and rubbed her head.
“Don’t worry, I’ll pick plenty more for you before winter sets in.”
“Thank you then.” Misha flashed him a sweet smile.
In this place, meat was practically the only daily food source; getting one’s hands on vegetables and fruits was genuinely difficult.
While the System’s shop did sell fruit, her points were stretched far too thin to afford such luxuries.
“It’s an honor to pick fruit for you,” Jisen said, his cheeks tinting pink as he offered an earnest, naive smile.
Misha thought for a moment before speaking up.
“Jisen, I don’t plan on taking another mate.
Why don’t you just tell me where the fruit grows, and I’ll go pick it myself?”
Since Jisen was Katie’s younger brother, Misha felt it was necessary to make things clear.
Jisen looked a little crestfallen, but he quickly adjusted his emotions.
“Misha, liking you is my business, and whether you accept me or not is yours.
The two don’t conflict.”
This basically meant he was perfectly willing to be her lapdog.
Since he put it that way, Misha’s heart was cleared of any guilt.
“To show my gratitude, come over to my house for dinner tonight.
I’ll let you taste my cooking.”
She had found salty fruit, as well as wild scallions, ginger, and garlic in the forest, so whipping up a simple stir-fry wouldn’t be an issue.
If she couldn’t offer him her feelings, she would compensate him in other ways.
Besides, she could use this to provoke Reya and speed up her plans.
Overjoyed, Jisen promised he would definitely return before sprinting off into the woods to hunt.
That evening.
When Reya returned, he was greeted by the cozy sight of Misha and Jisen roasting meat together outside the house.
His good mood from the entire day vanished into thin air.
“Misha, I’m back,” he said in a deep voice.
Misha was busy stir-frying the meat in her stone pot.
Without even lifting her eyes, she replied coolly, “Mhm, we can eat soon.”
“Reya, save your catch for tomorrow.
I caught two animals today, which is more than enough for us to eat.”
The word *us* made Reya frown in discomfort.
He thought, “Is the little female planning to accept Jisen as a mate?
But she clearly stated she didn’t want any more Yellow-tier males.”
“Mhm,” Reya grunted.
Misha picked up a piece of the stir-fried meat with her chopsticks and fed it to Jisen, her eyes sparkling.
“How is it?
Does it taste good?”
Jisen didn’t hold back his praise.
“Delicious, so delicious!
I’ve never had meat this good before.
I didn’t know you could eat it like this!”
Seeing this, Misha fed him another piece, filling Jisen’s heart with joy.
Then, he asked in a low voice, “Should we give Reya a taste?”
Misha shook her head.
“No need.
He’s had it before.”
The light instantly died in Reya’s hopeful eyes.
Jisen looked a bit awkward.
Seeing that the roasted meat was just about done, Misha began to sprinkle salt over it.
Jisen looked astonished.
He lowered his voice and said, “This is salt!
How do you have salt?”
Misha looked confused.
“What’s so strange about that?
There are salty fruits in the forest that can be refined into salt.
If you like it, I can give you some.”
The human body couldn’t function without salt, so she had extracted fine salt from the fruits early on.
Jisen hurriedly declined.
“Salt is extremely precious!
Only in the winter does the Clan Leader distribute some to families with little females.
Males aren’t qualified to receive any.”
“Really?
That’s a shame.
But if you want some, just come to my house.
I guarantee you can eat to your heart’s content,” Misha said dismissively.
Three people ate the meat.
Two were cheerful, while one was deeply depressed, radiating resentment from head to toe.
Misha could naturally feel it, but she couldn’t care less.
She thought, “Males are gluttons for punishment.
What they can’t have is always the best.”
She wanted to see just how much longer Reya could hold out.
After dinner, Jisen tactfully left without overstaying his welcome.
The remaining two didn’t speak for the rest of the night.
Misha lay in her grass nest, hugging her little black bear as she fell into a deep sleep.
Feeling wronged, Reya transformed into a large dog and curled up beside her to stand guard.