Apocalypse Villainess Transmigrates Into The Beastworld With Debt

Caspian rubbed the soap over her hair and handed it back to Hana, using his hands, free from their claws, to scrub her scalp, just as he felt her do it. He wanted her to feel the kind of relaxation he felt when she was washing his hair.

But then, he caught sight of her using the soap on her body, moving her hands through her shoulders, her breasts, especially kneading and cupping them, and he gulped.

"Why did you stop?" Hana asked, and he realized he had stopped while watching her.

"Ah, sorry." He began to scrub again, but could not take his eyes off what she was doing.

Why was she being so slow? Why was she so... enticing? He wanted to touch her, to feel her.

In his mind, he could see himself touching every part of her body, making her moan from the pleasure of sucking her breasts and everything else. He...

"Caspian," Hana called, and he flinched, abruptly cut off from his fantasy. "I’ll rinse with the water now, so take the soap back to the basket for me," she said, her eyes still closed, and he nodded.

She felt the water ripple as he stepped away and used the opportunity to rinse out all the soap.

When he turned back, he saw how her hand roamed over her body, and watched the way the nine tails sensually accentuated her body.

She was breathing softly, her hand finally resting on her shoulder, and her breast bouncing just as much as her movements allowed.

When she noticed him staring, she glanced over her shoulder.

"Are you also done?" She asked. "Should we head back?"

But Caspian had a serious problem.

He was hard and... Hana had seen it.

That black scaly cock of his was fully erect, and he was no longer deeply submerged in the water to hide it.

"That... this... You don’t have to worry about it, Hana. I’m sorry," he quickly apologized, but Hana twisted her lips.

Now that it was at this point—she had tempted him just as she planned and made him so erect he wouldn’t be able to settle himself unless he jerked off—what was her next move?

Caspian was a king, a creature of ancient pride, and yet here he was, apologizing to her like a shamed soldier for a biological reaction she had deliberately provoked.

​The water lapped gently at her hips as she turned around fully to face him. The steam from his body heat rose in thin, wispy curls, making the air between them feel thick and heavy.

​"Sorry?" Hana repeated, her voice dropping into a low, smooth tone that made Caspian’s ears twitch. "Why are you sorry, Caspian? You’re my mate. It’s only natural for you to want me... Isn’t it?"

​Caspian’s breath hitched. He had expected a sharp rebuke or a cold command to get back to the den. Instead, she was looking at him with eyes that weren’t cold at all.

"It’s only natural for you to get an erection when you see my body. It would actually be suspicious if you didn’t get a reaction after all this," she said and tilted her head. "Not like I appreciate the reaction at all times."

​"Hana..." He called, his voice cracking. She had not rebuked him for his erection, but what if she got mad if he said he wanted to do it?

The last time, they pushed too hard, and she got mad. She had to rest for a while, too.

And this time, the baby bump was already so visible. He didn’t want to hurt her because he couldn’t control himself. It would be only right if she told him to take care of it himself.

"I... I won’t bother you. You are heavy with my child, and I know you are tired from the stress yesterday..."

​Hana stepped closer, the water swirling between them. She reached out, her fingers still slightly slick from the soap, and traced the line of his jaw before moving down to his chest.

She felt the frantic thud of his heart—the heart of a monster that beat only for her.

It was quite an amusing yet satisfying concept. And since this was part of the plan, she had to go through with this.

​"I told you we’re in this together, didn’t I?" she whispered. She tilted her head, a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips. "I have a very busy schedule today, King. But I think I can fit in exactly one round before breakfast. On one condition."

​Caspian’s golden eyes blazed with a sudden, predatory light. He took a half-step forward, the water splashing against his thighs.

"Anything. Name it."

​"You don’t get to be a beast," she said, her hand sliding down to rest against the base of his cock. "You stay in control. You do exactly as I say, and when I say stop, you stop. If you can’t handle that, then turn around and head back to the cave right now. You can jerk yourself off if you want."

​Caspian let out a low, vibrating growl—not of anger, but of absolute submission to her will. He reached out, his large hands settling on her waist, his thumbs grazing the soft skin of her stomach.

Even if he was scared that he may not be able to control himself once the pleasure hit, he wanted to try. Hana liked obedient people, and he wanted to be obedient.

He wouldn’t go overboard this time. He would make sure of it.

​"I am yours, Hana," Caspian breathed, his forehead leaning against hers in a way his horns did not touch her. "Command me."

​Hana felt a surge of power in that instant. She had definitely bent him to her will. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his, tasting his naturally smoking breath and the scent of the citrus soap.

​"Then pick me up," she commanded softly. "And Caspian? Don’t make me regret being soft on you."

​He didn’t need to be told twice. He scooped her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he backed her toward the shallow, moss-covered bank, where the water barely reached his knees.

"I’ll do it, Hana. I’ll do it exactly as you want, so you’ll like it."

So I like it. The thought repeated in Hana’s head.

Had she ever had sex in this world that she liked? All were somewhat forced and left her hating, cursing, and aching.

But maybe this time, she should try to enjoy it.

"Then," Hana said as he dropped her gently on the moss-covered floor. "This time, you have to make sure I’m wet, okay?"