52. Fast & Furious

52. Fast & Furious

“Go faster!”

“Oh dear, it’s dangerous to go any faster, little lady!”

“Shut up and go faster! Can’t you hear me?!”

Inside the carriage, which jolted violently with the sound of wheels rolling, Freya slammed her tail, filled with rage, onto the seat and shouted.

The coachman, flustered, urged the horses pulling the carriage. The horse whinnied.

Freya leaned back against the seat, watching the carriage pick up speed. However, her tail was still restlessly swishing with anxiety.

“I have to go as fast as possible… before my sister falls victim to other bitches…!”

The letter made it seem like her sister was the one doing the harassing, not the one being harassed, but Freya couldn’t be sure how long her sister could maintain that.

“My sister is strong and wonderful, so it’s not strange if someone fell for her instantly… What if the person who fell for her realizes my sister’s common sense is strange?”

Her sister was beautiful and magnificent. With a captivating figure that had curves where they should be and were soft where they should be, a plush chest, soft skin, and a luscious tail, no one could see that and not be tempted.

She was trained to frown and draw her sword as soon as men approached, so there was no particular need to worry about them. But what if a woman fell for her-

“No!”

In Freya’s mind, an image of a tanned, blonde delinquent (female) playing freely with her sister, who offered no resistance, appeared. Touching her pristine white tail, which belonged to Freya, and caressing her ears, which Freya had played with. Kissing the lips Freya had kissed, touching the chest Freya had squeezed, and then her hands would inevitably head towards her lower body. To her sister’s secret and precious-fruit!-which Freya herself had never dared to touch in her 19 years of life, out of fear!

Even at that moment, her sister would likely be standing there clueless, with only question marks floating around her head! Freya cried out, clutching her forehead.

“Aargh!!”

In “Wolf and Lily, Vol. 7 ~For 1,000 years, the Wolf claims that ‘it makes no sense for it to be between women’ (omitted)~,” which she had read once, her sister might be experiencing the very things the heroine did to captivate the protagonist. Or perhaps she was about to!

Her sister, who was incredibly strong but knew nothing and was toyed with and manipulated in various ways, made Freya angry, but also strangely heated. She couldn’t help but rub between her legs and shout.

“Go faster!!!”

“Yes!! W-whoa!! Little lady, there’s a monster ahead!!”

“Shut up and drive!”

Freya opened the window and leaned out. The carriage sped through a narrow gorge, the strong wind whipping past Freya’s face, but she ignored it and stared ahead.

A procession of monsters blocking the path. Green light emanated from the staff she held forward. Then, the staff shone with a dazzling brilliance-

“Get lost, all of you!!”

Freya unleashed magic from her staff.

——

“It’s peaceful, isn’t it?”

I said to Priscilla, who was lazily hanging onto my tail. Priscilla replied.

“It is. Although there was a big incident recently….”

Priscilla, with her face buried in the tail hairs, didn’t seem very pleased. Unlike her usual self, who would always grin foolishly whenever she got close to my tail.

If I had to find the reason, it was probably because of Claire. Claire, who was clinging to my tail along with Priscilla.

Claire had suddenly appeared and hugged my tail without warning. As a result, Priscilla, whose usual spot had been half taken, wore a sulky expression.

“Claire, what about your classes?”

“Skipped them.”

“What about Edel?”

“She’s busy these days and is always away.”

Claire replied and then gently rubbed her face against my tail. Priscilla, whose space was being increasingly encroached upon, nudged Claire with her shoulder.

Then Claire would push Priscilla, and Priscilla would push Claire back….

“You two shouldn’t fight.”

As their struggle intensified, I eventually lifted Priscilla and moved her forward. Priscilla was now held tightly in my arms. Claire let out a “Hut” sound.

“I-I’ll go to the front…!”

“Huh?”

Claire moved to switch places, and we ended up in a tangled mess of three people. Priscilla, pulled by Claire, struggled along.

“Claire, this is uncomfortable for both of us. There’s only one spot.”

“Ah, no….”

But there was only one spot to accommodate them. Not understanding why the person who had been fighting over my tail was suddenly trying to take my front spot, I lifted Claire and placed her on my tail.

Held tightly from front and back. Claire pouted, and Priscilla buried her face in my chest.

Priscilla’s breath, taken deeply, was warm and intoxicating. Priscilla murmured in a slightly heated, alluring voice.

“Skadi, you smell the same as your tail even in your embrace….”

“Really?”

“Yes….”

Priscilla melted away, and behind her, Claire wore a sulky expression.

“How do I take it… Ugh….”

To comfort Claire, who was muttering incomprehensible words, I gently reached out and stroked her head. Perhaps her status as a princess was not a lie, as her well-maintained golden hair, as soft as silk, flowed through my fingers.

“Ooh!”

“Claire, I’ll hug you tightly later, so don’t be too upset.”

My sister used to get upset like this when she was younger. Whenever that happened, if I hugged her tightly, she would smile and cheer up, so Claire would be no different.

Claire blushed and said quietly.

“Really…?”

“Of course.”

“Really…?”

Claire’s voice was small, but it carried a determination to get confirmation. I chuckled and kissed Claire’s forehead.

Claire flinched. This time, Priscilla murmured.

“Why do I feel bad…? I just like the smell of your tail, not Skadi herself….”

“Priscilla?”

“Y-yes?!”

“Do you have something to say?”

“No!”

Priscilla, perhaps startled by my quiet whisper in her ear, shook her head back and forth rapidly. Seeing Priscilla and Claire with flushed cheeks, I felt a sense of confusion and remained still.

A few minutes later, Priscilla raised her head and said.

“Um, Skadi.”

“Yes?”

“Can I… touch your ears? I’m curious about the texture….”

Priscilla was looking at my wolf ears. My white ears, covered in fluffy fur. I perked up my ears and said.

“Sure. I don’t mind….”

“W-wait a minute!”

This time, Claire stopped us.

“T-touching beastmen ears is, y-you know, a lewd act! You shouldn’t do it carelessly!”

“What are you talking about?”

I tilted my head and asked Claire. Touching beastmen ears is a lewd act? If so, does that mean my sister was doing lewd things to me every time we showered together?

“Claire, it’s okay to touch ears between close people. Lewd act? Where did you hear that?”

“From a novel… I heard that when beastmen touch ears, it’s like… foreplay….”

Hearing Claire’s words, I widened my eyes. Good heavens, foreplay! I advised Claire with a serious tone.

“Claire, novels are just novels. Novels tend to exaggerate, so you shouldn’t blindly believe the knowledge you gain from them.”

“Uh, yeah….”

There’s nothing more unreliable than knowledge gained from novels. Sometimes the information is accurate, like the incident at the tea party, but you shouldn’t blindly believe all the knowledge in novels.

“Anyway, Priscilla. You can touch them. Here.”

I gently lowered my head towards Priscilla.

“Ah….”

However, because Priscilla’s reaction was slow, our noses bumped together with a thump, and Claire, seeing the two of us, trembled.

“Priscilla, aren’t you going to touch them?”

“Ah, no… I’ll touch them.”

Priscilla gently extended her small, delicate hand. Unlike my sister, who always touched things assertively, this was a different feeling. Feeling something new, I let Priscilla touch my ears.

Finally, Priscilla’s soft fingers touched my ears.

“Ugh.”

“Oh, oh… the texture is really strange. It’s soft and… chewy and….”

“Mmm, ooh!”

Unlike my sister, the gentle stroking with fingertips was hard to endure. It felt ticklish and strange, so I kept letting out odd sounds and offered my ears to Priscilla.

“W-wow….”

Claire, covering her mouth from behind, exclaimed in admiration.

——

“The wheels!!! They’re breaking!!! Is this even possible!!! What were you doing without maintenance!!!”

“That’s because we pushed them beyond their limits this time… I-I’m sorry. I’ll fix it quickly.”

The carriage lay broken by the roadside. The coachman, sweating profusely, replaced the shattered wheel. The cause was simple. The wheel had cracked and broken due to driving too fast.

Given that it was a carriage from the Grand Duke’s family, used to traveling on rough snowy terrain, it was made with exceptionally good materials, yet the coachman had never seen a wheel shatter like this before. The coachman was inwardly surprised by the defensive capabilities of Freya, who had saved him from such impact.

“Hurry!! My sister is waiting!!!”

Freya urged the coachman.

“This damn world…”

The coachman shed tears inwardly.