Free Isekai Reproduction Life with an Endangered Demi-Human Onee-san in the Forest of Certain Death ~My Mental Stat Is Pathetically Weak, But After Transferring, I’ll Live for Myself This Time~

Chapter 102: On That Side, Huh?

Haaa… This milk blanket’s so calming. The occasional jun-juwa quenches my thirst, its rich flavor making my tongue sing.

“Master-sama, you should let Maia rest soon, or it’ll affect tomorrow.”

…Ngh! Luna’s voice snaps me back. Maia’s out cold, eyes rolled back, leaking everywhere. But it’s not gross—sweet, cloying scent.

“Right, got it.”

I gently shift the twitching Maia, laying her on the bed.

“Master-sama? You’re letting her sleep here? I can carry her to her room.”

“Nah, I was thinking of doing it with you too, Luna.”

Luna’s face goes blank. Her eyes lose their spark—scary. I thought she was always stone-faced, but this makes me realize she had some emotion. Did I trigger a past trauma? If so, my bad.

Wait. Maybe I’m just being creepy. Yeah, that’s it. What was I thinking?

“Master-sama, your eyes have gone dark…”

Luna asks, concerned. My own highlights faded, huh?

“S-Sorry, don’t worry. If you don’t want to, I won’t force you.”

Luna shakes her head.

“No, that’s not it. I’ve agreed to night duties, so it’s fine. But… really, with me? As you can see, I’m a Hyena Tribe. To a human Master-sama, isn’t my appearance… grotesque?”

She speaks quickly. Oh, that’s the issue. I didn’t explicitly say we’d thrive, so maybe she thought it was a joke or formality. Phew, good. I’m not hated or creepy yet. We’re good.

“Hmm, you’re different from humans, sure, but not grotesque at all. You’re super cute, beautiful, and have a charm humans don’t.”

“Is that so?”

Luna’s face returns to normal—blank again. She’s okay now?

Honestly, she startled me at first, but it’s no issue. Didn’t know my tastes stretched to kemono. Demi-humans often have near-human faces but wild bodies. Luna’s the opposite—human traces in her eyes and contours, softer and rounder than true beasts.

“Understood. This is my first time with a human, so I may fall short, but please bear with me.”

With that, Luna rips off her shirt.

Mossa-dupaburun!

Ohh! Here it is! Those kemono oppai got me. Wow, so furry, as expected. A toasty scent wafts from under her shirt. Not unpleasant at all.

“Sorry for the eyesore.”

She drops her plain shorts, and her tail springs up, furun. So fluffy—gonna pet it later.

“These too?”

“Yeah, please.”

Luna slowly lowers her pumpkin panties. Nope, those won’t do. Pumpkin panties are a no-go. We need something better. Hmm, start an underwear business in the slums? Random idea, but who’d run it? Bringing Earth’s lingerie to this world might split opinions, but I’m pro-import. No-bra’s great—love the pochi—but I crave the personality lingerie expresses. A transmigrator who doesn’t get that is second-rate. What am I even saying?

“Sorry, I didn’t groom, not expecting this.”

Mossa!

Luna’s voice wavers—shame? If so, perfect.

A thicket. A jungle. Gotta pioneer this.

I wrap my arms around Luna’s waist, guiding my Tanezu Rod into the jungle. Showa-showa.

Pitari.

“No, that’s not—”

Bin!

Luna panics as a beast emerges from the thicket.

What a splendid…

Right, Luna’s Hyena Tribe—she mentioned having something similar due to her traits.

“Sorry! With your permission, I’ll cut it off!”

Whoa, scary talk. The pink, erect Hyena Tower? Glorious. It’s as big as a man’s, maybe bigger, but conical—narrow tip, thick base. Totally different. I flick it with my finger.

“…Don’t tease…”

Luna twists, thighs squeezing. This’ll work. I crouch.

“What— No, Master-sama!”

Pakuri. I take the Hyena Tower in my mouth. Took some guts, but no problem. Pure in-kaku. Time to show off Maia’s milking technique.

Somewhere, a kid’s licking candy. That’s the sound, right?

“Stop! That’s a filthy place, not for Master-sama to— Ahh!”

Luna’s hips shake, trembling. Hmm, nothing comes out even at climax. Good.

“You’re… continuing?”

I push Luna onto the bed, taking the top. Flicking and licking her Tower, she grabs my Tanezu Mansion and swallows it.

Still intense. What cleaning crew is this? It’s flooding right after cleaning. As I press, muffled sounds escape Luna, her vacuum roars low.

“Luna, hands on the bed, please.”

“Yes…”

Luna complies, tail facing me. Lifting it, a wild Call of the Wild taunts me. I press in—rough, sticky sensation. Here we go, into the kemono abyss…

Luna’s combat experience kept her conscious, but she’s panting hard, now fast asleep. Her usually blank face looks cute, ears twitching. Maia mumbles munya-munya, happily rolling over.

I tuck them in with a blanket and leave.

“Had quite the time, huh?”

Bestelta leans against the wall, arms crossed.

“Without my soundproofing, everyone would’ve heard.”

Bassa! Putyuera swoops down.

“It’s bad for the kids’… education.”

Sandria emerges from the mist.

Crap, I’m surrounded.

“So? You’ll take responsibility, right?”

“Karin got us another room. Time to thrive.”

“No need to push it!”

“Gimme a break!”

“No arguments!”

Bestelta hoists me over her shoulder, dragging me to another room. My clothes are stripped, and I’m hit with a barrage of pile-driving mouth care. Pecked and pecking chun-chun, swallowed whole.

No resistance allowed—Bestelta’s limbs pin me down.

Putyuera’s claws and magic bind me.

Sandria’s centipede engulfs me.

I’m being milked. Feeling like a breeding server again. I was dominating earlier, but this is a humbling stroke.

“You were getting cocky, Kei. Time for punishment.”

“Hmph. Sandria, bring her.”

“Y-Yes.”

A guest star?

“A-Apostle-sama… how pitiful…”

Sandria leads in Karin, who covers her face, turning away. What’s this play?

“Hehe, Kei’s gonna get eaten by his top confidant, Karin.”

“Know your place.”