Chapter 66 - 65 - Mirea is Caught Masturbating

:: Haaah! This is hell! ::

Velmira screamed from within—the cry echoing through her mind but never reaching her lips.

Her body—no, the cursed feline form she was trapped in—moved on its own, slipping through balconies, leaping railings, gliding across rooftops. She landed on the edge of the second-floor window, her heart sinking at the sight that awaited her.

Mirea.

Splayed naked on her bed, one hand cupping her own breast, fingers pinching the nipple as her other hand worked furiously between her legs, hips rocking in time with the lewd moans reverberating off the nearby walls.

Velmira’s soul recoiled, her thoughts a blur of shame, confusion, and something far worse—helplessness.

Her body moved again, pacing atop the narrow ledge, unable to flee yet unwilling to stay, as if mocking her with every fluid feline motion. The house was saturated with lust, drenched in the raw sounds of pleasure.

For four hours now, the man—Vex—had been ravaging that woman named Asperia like a beast in heat.

And the worst part? None of them seemed to mind.

The other two were pleasuring themselves in the comfort of two different couples.

Velmira’s composure, already fragile, was now crumbling. She tried to turn away. Tried to will the body to jump off and run.

But it wouldn’t listen.

Instead, the cat crept further in, descending through a window frame and landing softly on the floor, stalking toward the kitchen.

:: You were supposed to be composed! Stoic! Not this! ::

As she passed the hall, another scene twisted the knot in her gut.

Maira. Kneeling just beside the doorway. Face soaked with tears, breath hitching, thighs quivering as her own trembling fingers dipped between them. Her mouth murmured soft, broken pleas—but her hands kept moving.

Velmira’s stomach turned.

:: This house is cursed. Everyone’s gone mad. Vulgar. Shameless. Monsters in heat. ::

She hissed softly, then turned, snatching a piece of bread off the counter with her teeth. Her instincts—not her—chomped into it greedily.

Her tongue lapped against the crumbs as she chewed on autopilot, her inner self wailing in despair.

And then...

Freedom.

She felt it. A shift. Her body, for once, chose to leap—not back into the pleasure-drenched hell—but out through the window. Into open air. Into sunlight. Away.

:: YES. Yes, keep going! Get away! Run! ::

Maybe it was hunger. Maybe instinct. Maybe the gods finally took pity on her. But the cat was sprinting now, paws thudding across walls, darting from fence to branch, her sleek black fur glistening under the sun.

A breeze tickled her whiskers, and for the first time in what felt like hours, Velmira felt—

Hope.

She imagined it—returning to her true form, summoning her assassins, and burning that damn house down with every last one of those lust-drunk fools inside. She would never set foot in that depraved den again.

The cat leapt, mid-air, arched in joy.

Then—

"OYYE! Where are you going?"

The voice crashed through her moment like a hammer through glass.

She landed—hard—and froze.

:: No. NO. Not now! Not HIM! ::

She turned slowly, dreading what she already knew.

Vex.

Standing on the second-floor balcony, towel barely hanging on his hips, waving at her like they were old friends.

His wet hair clung to his neck. His skin still glistened from the... activities.

And in his hand...

A goddamn tail.

:: Wh-what? No! No no NO! ::

Her cat eyes—those of a predator—didn’t contract in fear. Instead, they locked on the swaying tail in his grasp. Her body twitched.

Then bolted.

She leapt. Wall to wall. Shadow to shadow. Claws scraping stone. Her soul screamed, Stop! Please! Turn away! But her body disobeyed.

:: STOP! I DON’T WANT THIS! ::

She landed on the balcony rail.

Then—another jump.

Straight onto Vex’s shoulder.

He chuckled, the bastard, as he stroked her head and offered the tail to her mouth.

She bit down. Her body shuddered... then relaxed.

Velmira’s mind shrieked, curled into a knot of agony deep inside, her cries unheard.

Though she wanted to retaliate, the tail was really tasty.

’Hm, this incubus bloodline is too good,’ Vex muttered, standing lazily on the balcony while feeding the black cat nestled on his shoulder.

His gaze drifted back inside—towards the bed where Asperia lay completely bare.

Her blonde hair was plastered to her flushed skin, her arms limp at her sides, and her legs parted wide and dangling off either edge of the soaked mattress.

Between them, her swollen, red pussy remained stretched open, glistening, a slow trickle of thick white cum dripping down and pooling beneath her.

From time to time, her hips gave a weak jolt—clear, watery fluid spurting out in helpless waves, as if her body still clung to the echoes of orgasm, lost in the aftershocks.

The bed was drenched. The sheets clung to her thighs and back, slick with sweat and fluids.

Even the floor below had become a puddle-stained mess, more like a flooded fountain than a bedroom.

He had come inside her three times already.

Yet his cock stood stiff, ready again.

But her?

She was gone—utterly spent, her chest rising and falling in shallow, exhausted breaths. Her eyes half-lidded, mouth parted in a silent moan that had long run out of voice.

"Mhhm..."

A sound.

Soft. Wet. Barely there—like breath caught between restraint and unraveling.

Vex’s brow twitched.

He turned his head slowly. Asperia lay sprawled on the soaked bed, limbs limp, skin flushed, a thin sheen of sweat glazing every curve. She wasn’t moving. Just twitching now and then—spent and silenced, her body echoing the ruin he’d left behind.

It wasn’t her.

Then it came again. A moan. Soft, muffled—too alive to be leftover noise.

"Ahh... hnn..."

His gaze narrowed. That wasn’t sleep.

That was friction.

Movement.

Need.

He stepped toward the balcony, towel clinging low to his hips, footsteps quiet. The air outside was thick, warm, carrying something faint on the breeze—something sweet. Unmistakably raw.

"Nhhaa... ah... ahh..."

His smirk curled before he knew it.

It wasn’t just sound—it was rhythm. The kind of rhythm a man felt before he heard it. Before the mind caught up, the body was already moving.

He crouched, one hand steadying the ledge, and with a silent, fluid motion, leapt.

One balcony to the next. A glide.

Then a landing.

Stillness.

Another moan. Softer. Tighter. Then—his name.

"Mmhh... d-did he stop..."

It hit like a drug. A broken whisper wrapped in heat, said mid-thrust, mid-dream.

His eyes sharpened as they locked onto the sight inside.

Mirea.

Her green hair clung to her sweat-slicked back, strands tangled over her shoulders. Her body curved forward, folded at the hips—knees wide, ass high in the air, quivering slightly with every thrust of her own hand.

Her fingers moved in deep, raw strokes, two of them slick, buried knuckle-deep inside her soaked pussy.

Her palm crushed tight against her clit, grinding as her thighs trembled beneath her.

She was panting hard, lips parted, face pressed into the sheets. Each exhale a whisper, each jolt of her hips another confession.

Her body was flushed, glowing, twitching under the weight of pleasure she couldn’t slow.

"Vex..."

She said it again.

Louder. Clearer.

’S-system?’ He didn’t blink. Just stared. Watching her fuck herself to the thought of him—slow, messy, shameless.

Until her eyes cracked open.

Half-lidded. Heavy. Dazed.

Then—locked with his.

The world stopped....

"Kyaaaaa—!!!"

She blinked, her face flat on the mattress, ass up with a finger buried within her glistening and dripping wet pussy.

POP—SQUELCH

The sound was lewd. Vulgar. Shameful.

Mirea’s fingers slipped free from her dripping cunt with a thick, wet plop, strands of slick clinging from her trembling knuckles to her glistening folds.

Her thighs clenched, twitching violently as she gasped—half from shock, half from what was still pulsing deep inside her.

Her eyes—wide, green, wild with horror—locked onto his.

Vex.

Standing still.

Watching.

"M-Mmm—kyaaaahhh!!"

She scrambled backward like a cornered animal, her knees kicking at the sheets in panic, hips dragging across the soaked mattress as she reached down and yanked the crumpled bedsheet up over her chest.

"DON’T LOOK!! DON’T—YOU—FUCKING—LOOK!!"

Vex flinched.

And then, almost automatically—arms crossed tight over his chest, eyes clenched shut, head tilted away like a guilty schoolboy bracing for a slap.

He stood there.

Still.

Waiting.

She’d kick him. Punch him. Scream until her voice shattered.

He braced himself for it.

But what hit him next... wasn’t her foot.

Hic.

His ears twitched.

A strange sound. Small. Wet. Choked.

Then again.

Hic... hic-hhhgh...

Not rage.

Not fury.

Not even disgust.

Just—tears.

"Wh... what the fuck is wrong with me..."

Her voice cracked.

Vex’s brow furrowed, eyes still shut.

But something in the air had shifted.

Mirea sat curled beneath the sheet now, shoulders trembling like snapped wires, fingers white-knuckled into the cloth.

Her legs still slightly apart under the cover—slickness still clinging between her thighs, warmth still pulsing from her abused cunt, the air thick with the scent of her release.

"I hate you," she whispered.

It was broken. Not venomous.

More like a confession.

"I hate you..."

Another sob.

"But... why was I thinking about... you..."

Her breath stuttered, caught between guilt and ache.

"I didn’t want to—!" she choked, voice rising in panic as if trying to convince herself more than him. "I didn’t—! I didn’t mean to—!"

The words came out jagged, disjointed, lost in the chaos spinning inside her head.

Her thighs twitched again.

The slick trail of arousal cooling between them only made it worse.

The ghost of her own fingers still throbbed in her pussy, still there—every pulse a reminder that her body had betrayed her.

That she came to thoughts of him.

"Why!?"

Her scream cracked the silence, and her fist slammed the bed beside her, eyes clenched shut, teeth grinding into the sheets.

"I fucking hate you...!"

But the tremble in her voice told another story.

Vex slowly opened one eye.

She hadn’t kicked him.

She hadn’t thrown anything.

She was falling apart.

Her face was a ruin—flushed, wet, broken.

Her chest rose and fell in wild, erratic gasps beneath the bedsheet. The shame in her eyes wasn’t just about being seen—it was deeper. Worse.

She didn’t understand herself.

She was terrified of what she felt.

’System, can you explain all this?’ Vex didn’t move yet, just inquired, as something was definitely wrong with this woman—especially given she wasn’t the type to cry.

[Host, I was warning you about your tail possessing an Aphrodisiac Effect...]