Vol 3 Chapter 41 – I’ll Repay You…♡【Vol 3: Torte the Dog-Eared Girl Ar】

Maybe the stimulation had been too much.

I pulled my hands back, still feeling the warmth and softness lingering in my palms.

And then—

“Ugh… hic… uwaaah…”

Torte, who’d been leaning her back against my chest, suddenly burst into tears.

“T-Torte?”

Panic shot straight up my spine.

Oh no. She was so cute about it that I got carried away…

“S-Sorry! I went too far!”

When I apologized, Torte turned to look at me, her pale green eyes brimming with tears, and shook her head.

“That’s not it… Torte is a bad girl, so now she feels sad…”

“A bad girl?”

“Because… Torte was the only one who felt good… and she just kept leaning on Master the whole time… that’s a bad thing to do… hic…”

I nearly deflated on the spot.

Her entire thought process was apparently rooted, to the very core, in the dog-eared tribe’s spirit of service.

“You don’t have to worry about that. Right now, the only thing you need to focus on is breaking your curse.”

But no matter how I tried to console her, Torte just kept shaking her head.

“No! Torte wants Master to feel good, too!”

She said it with such conviction that all I could manage was a helpless smile.

“Thank you. But I’ll just take the thought—”

“Pardon the intrusion!”

“Huh?”

By the time the baffled sound left my mouth, the world had flipped upside down.

I have no idea what move she used.

One moment, I was sitting upright; the next, Torte had shoved me flat onto my back, and I was staring up at the ceiling.

When I looked up, Torte was straddling my stomach.

The hem of her skirt fanned out softly around her, and beneath it, a glimpse of healthy, pale thighs.

“T-Torte?”

She leaned over me on all fours, peering down into my face.

“I’ll repay you now…♡”

Her voice was low and languid—honeyed in a way that didn’t belong to the bright, sunshiny girl I knew.

Her eyes were hazy with heat, their focus slightly adrift.

Just like Milfy-san. Just like Eclair.

She was in full heat.

Torte’s face drifted slowly closer.

“W-Wait a second! What are you—”

“I told you. Repaying you…♡ I’m sorry if I’m not very good at it…”

She’d barely finished speaking before she ducked her head and buried her face against the side of my neck.

“Mmh…♡ Master’s smell… Torte feels all dizzy…♡”

She murmured it in a voice thick as warm honey—and then her damp tongue traced slowly along my neck.

“Wha—?!”

A slick, deliberate drag.

Hot breath and the textured warmth of her tongue hit me all at once.

“Mm…♡ lick… kiss…♡”

“Th-That tickles—!”

(W-Wait…! Where did this come from?)

This was the same innocent girl from before. How was she doing something so brazen?

Like a puppy nuzzling up to play—but with a focus that was anything but innocent—she licked and nuzzled at my neck and the shell of my ear with single-minded persistence.

“T-Torte! Hold on—l-listen to me!”

“Mm…? Yes?”

“W-Where did you learn to do this…?”

Torte paused for just a moment and tilted her head with a genuinely puzzled look.

“Um… Torte doesn’t really know either, but… she just sort of understands it.”

“You just… understand it?”

“Where to lick so Master smells like Torte. What to do to make him feel good… it just comes to her, sort of.”

It was hard to believe—but she didn’t look like she was making it up.

Could it be that instinct was telling her how to court the leader of her pack?

“Like here, for instance…”

“Yikes—that’s my ear—!”

She breathed hot against the sensitive skin behind my ear and gave it a gentle nibble.

Our positions had completely reversed from earlier.

All I could do was make undignified noises as she devoted herself to me with relentless, earnest attentiveness.

“Master…♡ Is Torte doing it right? Does it feel good?”

She asked shyly—but:

(Right? She’s not just “right,” she’s—)

It was like she knew every single weak spot by heart.

The pleasure was beyond words, tangled up with a ticklishness that kept threatening to short-circuit my brain. Whether this was some beastkin expression of affection, I couldn’t say—but it was far too passionate either way.

“I-It’s incredible, even if it tickles—!”

I answered without any composure left, and Torte’s whole face melted into pure, heartfelt joy.

“Waaah…♡ I’m so glad!♡ Torte will work even harder to make you feel even better, okay? Master…♡”

The sidelong look she gave me was so grown-up it sent a shiver down my spine.

Or maybe—it was just that her usual cheerful, boundless energy had always made her seem younger than she was. Maybe this was the real Torte.

“H-Hey, wait! If you work any harder, I won’t be able to—!”

“I love you, Master!♡”

“Gfwuh?!”

I made a sound like a frog being stepped on.

Overcome with emotion, Torte had flung herself at my face with full-body enthusiasm.

My vision went completely dark.

A rich, sweet scent flooded my senses—and an overwhelming softness pressed in from all sides.

“Mmhehe…♡ Master is so warm…♡”

“Mmph—! Mmpgh—!”

From somewhere above came a blissfully happy voice.

Meanwhile, I had been completely swallowed up, my face buried in her softness, completely unable to breathe.

(I’m going to die… They’re too soft, I can’t get any air—!)

Tossed about by the affection and generous figure of a girl younger than me, I had no choice but to surrender to the warmth pressing in on all sides.

That day—I received a thorough “repayment.”