Ch.141Mimosa 3

Siho grabbed the orange cocktail with trembling hands.

Despite having made cocktails for others all her life, this was the first time someone had made one just for her.

Perhaps because it was her first such experience, her heart was pounding so hard she almost spilled the glass.

“I’ll enjoy this…”

She carefully brought the glass to her lips.

With her eyes half-closed, she savored the cocktail made by someone precious to her, taking her time.

The tangy and sweet orange moistened her tongue.

Followed by the fizzy, refreshing champagne.

It was a magnificent drink where the bitter taste of alcohol was barely noticeable.

Though she had often made 5-star cocktails herself and tasted them all personally,

this glass offered a flavor so novel it surpassed every cocktail she had ever drunk.

“Ah…”

Siho rubbed her reddened eyes with her fingers.

The tears that had welled up now trickled down her cheeks.

“Why are you crying…”

Her hunched shoulders trembled.

I simply embraced that infinitely small body.

She’s just the right size to fit perfectly against my chest.

Pressed against me, she seemed to calm down and mumbled in a small voice.

“No… I’m just grateful…”

“What’s there to be grateful for? You didn’t become possessed because you wanted to. Everything was simply fate.”

Yes, from the moment he became Siho.

To the efforts made just to survive and reach this point.

Everything was simply fate.

And I happened to be part of that process.

“Thanks to you, I feel at ease…”

“Yes, Jisoo will understand too. If it’s difficult, I’ll go with you.”

“Okay…”

Perhaps it was because I said I’d go with her.

Siho pressed her face against my shoulder and took a deep breath.

The contact made our bras rub against each other.

That sensation deepened until our breasts were pressed tightly together.

“Would you like another drink?”

“Yes. Please, bartender.”

Siho said playfully with seductively half-lidded eyes.

Finding her appearance bewitching, I fondled her fox ears with my fingers.

Then I got up and mixed another Mimosa for her.

Unlike her first drink, Siho began to drink more eagerly this time.

I’m glad she seemed to enjoy the taste.

「—.」

How much time had passed?

We had drunk enough cocktails to make our faces flush.

Pleasantly tipsy, Siho grinned whenever our eyes met.

To think that face once belonged to a man…

It was hard to believe.

Of course, I didn’t mean that in a bad way.

She was so alluringly beautiful that it was difficult to believe she had once been a man.

The way she sat with her fingers interlaced on the table.

How her breasts were pressed and bulged in a provocative shape.

Anyone would see her as a female trying to seduce someone.

Finding that appearance tantalizing, I asked playfully:

“By the way…”

“Hmm…?”

“Were you really a man before?”

I asked with my chin resting on my hand, eyes narrowed.

Siho cleared her throat and unclasped her fingers.

Then instinctively placed her hands on both of her thighs.

“You saw it yourself with Angelic Hand…”

“Then, how does it feel?”

“What feeling are you suddenly asking about?”

“Going from a man to a woman, I mean.”

“It’s not like my body changed; I possessed someone else, so I don’t really know.”

She avoided my gaze at the sensitive question.

But thanks to the alcohol, words flowed easily.

“Then, after it happened, you must have touched yourself all over.”

I slowly approached her.

And caressed the taut flesh of her thighs.

Her fox ears perked up, sensitive to the touch.

White breath escaped her lips as her breathing quickened.

“N-no… I didn’t have time to think about such things…”

“Ah, so when you said before that you’d never masturbated, that was true too.”

“I told you I didn’t do that!”

Siho shuddered like an adolescent girl.

She’s so fun to tease.

Her usual earnest reactions to everything make her embarrassment at such jokes adorable.

Perhaps it was the alcohol,

but I felt like being even more mischievous.

“Then, have you kissed Jisoo? When you were a man, I mean.”

At the mention of Jisoo’s name, Siho’s relaxed eyes suddenly sharpened.

After hesitating for a moment, she mumbled:

“No… I haven’t yet. It was just a one-sided crush on my part…”

Her embarrassed expression somehow irritated me.

To make such a face thinking about Jisoo while I’m right in front of her.

How vexing.

A desire to conquer wells up from deep within my chest.

Perhaps due to that heat,

I unbuttoned about three buttons of my tightly fastened shirt.

The scent of skin rose from my previously compressed chest.

I moved close enough for Siho to smell that fragrance.

This stupid fox is such a fool, unable to control her instincts and reason.

I know Jisoo is a good person.

An ideal woman who judges people not by power or ranking but by their inner selves.

A lover with a heart similar to Siho’s.

But…

For a match, isn’t the opposite better?

“Then… I was your first kiss?”

“Huh..?”

Knowing that fact makes me want to take more.

I want… to possess her.

“That’s right. I took your first time, didn’t I?”

“D-did you?”

Siho’s eyes darted around as if dizzy.

Her hands wandered instinctively, sensing danger.

“You don’t remember?”

Then I’ll have to show you directly.

Who your master was.

I interlaced my fingers with her wandering hands.

And pushed those hands back behind the chair.

“Lips.”

A command given after a long time.

For a moment, Siho was dazed, as if entranced by those two syllables.

Then suddenly, when our eyes met—mine red—

her lips parted slightly without her realizing it.

Hot breath rose from within.

I wanted to drink in that heat.

I pressed against her plump lips.

And inhaled her breath deeply.

Perhaps due to the Mimosa,

both our mouths exuded a fragrant orange scent.

Thanks to that, longer than usual.

More passionately than usual.

I could violate her mouth to my heart’s content.

Siho’s thighs trembled, seemingly ecstatic at feeling her master’s touch after so long.

But I paid no mind and branded her as mine even more forcefully.

I kissed her madly all day long.

“—!”

Perhaps I pushed too hard.

The chair tipped backward.

But even in that fallen state, the kiss continued.

When she seemed about to suffocate, I’d release her briefly, then infuse my breath into her again once she regained her senses.

Before long, only the fragrant orange scent lingered in Siho’s mouth.

“You know how lucky you are.”

I climbed on top of her as she lay defenseless on the kitchen floor.

My black hair cascaded down, blocking the light.

“You dare think of another woman in front of me… and even cry…?”

Her face darkened.

Only her black pupils gleamed.

“If not for the special circumstance of possession, I would have imprisoned you forever. Somewhere no one would find you.”

Siho’s body trembled.

But it wasn’t simply from fear.

It was a complex expression mixing the thrill of wanting to be violated with fear.

Scared yet excited at the same time.

“This is your true nature. More of a bitch and more shameless than anyone.”

“No… this is all because of the aphrodisiac… and the branding…”

“How long will you keep blaming others?”

Red eyes looked down at Siho with an arrogant expression.

I grabbed her elongated canine teeth and shook them.

“Admit it. That you’re a masochistic bitch.”

“N-no…”

Yet she’s already at the point where she offers her lips when I give an order.

How ridiculous and pathetic.

I should probably increase the commands?

“Raise your arms.”

I commanded while gripping her canines, looking at her like a beast.

Siho squeezed her eyes shut.

But such timid resistance was useless.

If she truly disliked it, she would have fled from here immediately.

With that certainty, I whispered to her again.

“Don’t you want me to kiss you again?”

Hearing that whisper, Siho’s fox eyes flashed once more.

Kiss control on someone who had always been weak to it.

Finally, she slowly began to raise her trembling hands.

Thanks to that, I could now freely explore her body.

Was it because of the spilled Mimosa?

Or because of the heat built up over time?

Siho’s white t-shirt was soaked through, revealing what was underneath.

Her bra stood out prominently.

Black with lace.

Moreover, it was a provocative type that pushed her breasts together nicely.

“Well… you’re still wearing the couple underwear I gave you.”

“I’m only wearing it because I had nothing else…”

Siho mumbled, turning her flushed face away.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

Let’s see how long you can hold out.

I completely unbuttoned my shirt.

Revealing a bra identical to Siho’s.

I placed both hands on her soaked t-shirt.

And caressed her breasts in circular motions, as if training them.

Despite wearing a t-shirt, she tightly pressed her thighs together.

Mocking that amusing reaction, I pressed my lips against her t-shirt.

And licked the Mimosa-soaked fabric.

I licked and then bit.

Orange juice seeped through the bitten material.

“…”

But something felt strange.

Had milk been added to the Mimosa?

A savory, erotic taste rose above the bra.

Could this be…

“Are you even lactating now?”

“Aksa, please…”

Siho made a pitiful sound, as if embarrassed that this fact had been discovered.

She crossed her ankles and twisted her body.

A fox in heat, producing milk.

It’s absurd.

So Anna must have been drinking this sweet liquid by herself too.

All this time, I tried to protect this child.

I comforted her, considering her melancholy feelings…

But that wasn’t necessary.

The moment that thought occurred to me,

strength surged into my previously languid body.

Perhaps it was thanks to my own training, trying to strengthen myself through exercise.

I placed my hands on Siho’s thighs and back.

And lifted her up like a princess.

It’s the first time the plumper Siho has felt so light.

“…!”

Surprised by the sensation, Siho,

whose past as a man seemed unbelievable, let out a short cry of pleasure.

“Looks like you won’t be seeing Jisoo tomorrow after all?”

“No…”

“What do you mean, ‘no’?”

I grabbed one of Siho’s breasts.

And pinched it as if punishing her.

As I expected, due to that sensation,

Siho’s t-shirt became soaked with hot breast milk.

Seeing that sight makes my own chest feel more sensitive.

Satisfied, I curled up the corners of my mouth.

“Tonight, I’ll make you a perfect woman.”

I whispered into her fox ear with an erotic breath.

“So that you won’t remember a thing about once being a man.”

Siho’s phone lay discarded on the living room floor.

Ignoring it, I carried her toward the bedroom.

Siho had succeeded.

In making me acknowledge the fact that she had been a man.

Rather, that fact excites me even more.

It means I can impart all of my knowledge to someone who knew nothing of female pleasure.

That night.

No one came to the penthouse.

Only the voices of two people echoed throughout.