The Freed Slaves Are Obsessed

"Haa..."

In the dark room, where even the moonlight could not enter.

A soft, feminine moan filled the room, trickling down from her throat.

After secretly stealing Karamir's energy, Lin distanced herself from him.

Karamir, saddened, thought Lin was going through puberty, lamenting that they could no longer be as close as before. However, as Lin looked at him, guilt filled her heart.

This wasn’t something like puberty. If anything, it was closer to a heat.

Ever since she absorbed his energy, unbearable symptoms of addiction surfaced. She wanted more. Whenever she was near Karamir, she felt the urge to pounce on him.

In both a spiritual and sexual sense.

But she knew that if she gave in, there would be no turning back, so she desperately maintained her distance from him.

The strange thing was, the Gumiho hadn’t appeared since then. Lin had expected it to urge her to go after Karamir, but... nothing.

She didn’t know what kind of schemes it was planning, but from Lin’s perspective, it was a relief. She didn’t want anyone to witness her disgrace like this.

"Mmgh..."

Lin, dressed in a thin negligee she usually wore to bed, let her hand slip between her legs, toying with herself, while rubbing her thighs together. Meanwhile, her tails lightly tickled various parts of her body, heightening her senses.

If she didn’t do at least this much, she feared she would lose control and attack her master. It wasn’t the most effective method, but it was better than doing nothing.

No one had ever taught her these things, but it was something she had learned on her own.

"Master... master..."

Her senses heightened as she called out pitifully for her master.

Knock knock knock.

A knock echoed through the room.

"Lin, can I come in for a moment?"

"Hiii?!"

Startled by Karamir’s voice, Lin let out a squeal and shot up from the bed.

"Wh-what is it?"

"I just wanted to talk. May I come in?"

"J-just a minute!"

Hurriedly, Lin tidied up her bed and adjusted her appearance before opening the door.

"I thought I heard something. Is everything okay? You’re also sweating quite a bit."

"Huh?"

It was only then that Lin noticed her own disheveled state. Sweat had made her hair stick to her cheeks, and her thin, damp negligee clung to her skin, revealing her pale complexion.

She looked as though she had just been caught in the middle of something improper.

Lin, flustered, quickly made an excuse.

"I-I was practicing magic! I got hot while summoning foxfire!"

"Hmm, practicing magic is commendable, but don’t you think it’s better to do it outside rather than indoors?"

"Y-yeah! I’ll make sure to do that from now on!"

Doing what she had just done outside would cause chaos, but Lin quickly agreed just to move the conversation along.

"Shall we sit down and talk?"

"Huh? O-okay!"

Lin sat on the bed, and Karamir took a seat beside her. As he stretched his arm back to get comfortable, his hand touched something warm and damp.

"Hmm? Why is the bed wet?"

Karamir rubbed the transparent liquid on his hand. It felt slick, not like normal water...

He sniffed it, tilting his head in confusion. Lin, knowing exactly what it was, panicked and grabbed his hand.

"M-master! It’s sweat! Just sweat! Let’s wipe it off!"

"There’s nothing about you that’s dirty, Lin."

Without any hesitation, Lin immediately evaporated the liquid off his hand with her foxfire.

Karamir decided not to think too much of it. After all, it was puberty. Girls were sensitive about things like sweat. He didn’t find it dirty at all—if anything, he’d be willing to taste it.

"I came here because I’ve noticed that you’ve been avoiding me lately, Lin."

"That’s..."

"Most issues can be resolved through conversation. There’s no need to let things fester."

As Lin’s tails grew, her personality and appearance had begun to change slightly. Puberty wasn’t something that had been part of the game, so Karamir found it both surprising and unfamiliar.

It was a bit awkward, but that was all. There was a bond they had built over time. He was confident they could resolve this.

"Wow, when I look at you now, Lin, I realize how much you’ve grown. You used to fit perfectly in my arms."

Karamir tried to lead the conversation by reminiscing, but Lin wasn’t hearing a word of it.

‘Master... master...’

Lin, who had been indulging in her urges moments earlier, had been interrupted by Karamir. Her body burned, yearning for what she hadn’t finished.

Like an incomplete fire left smoldering, the heat inside her hadn’t dissipated, leaving behind a nagging thirst.

And now, despite having distanced herself from Karamir, he was sitting right next to her. His scent wafting from beside her reignited the embers within her.

"Lin, are you listening?"

"Huh?"

"Your face is red. Are you running a fever?"

Karamir placed his hand on Lin’s forehead. It burned, as if she had a high fever. Could it be she wasn’t going through puberty but was actually sick?

Karamir’s gesture of concern, though well-meaning, was a grave mistake.

The touch of his hand against her forehead snapped the last thread of restraint she had been holding onto. In that moment, she heard the imaginary sound of that thread breaking.

Snap!

Lin grabbed Karamir’s wrist with a speed akin to when she fought. The next thing Karamir knew, he was flipped onto the bed, and Lin was straddling him.

Lin, pinning Karamir’s arms down, looked down at him. Though her face was obscured by shadows, her heterochromatic eyes glowed more intensely than usual.

They were the eyes of a predator about to devour its prey. As she took a deep breath, her chest heaved.

"Lin?"

"Master... you wanted to know why I’ve been avoiding you recently, didn’t you?"

"Y-yes..." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Why did it have to be now, of all times, and in this situation? An ominous feeling crept over Karamir.

"The reason you’ve been so tired lately, it’s because of me. I’ve been feeding off your energy. That’s why."

"...What?"

"It was delicious. More exquisite than anything in this world. I can say without a doubt, there’s nothing better. It’s the taste of the heavens."

To Lin, it was like ambrosia from the gods, or more precious than a celestial peach.

Recalling the deep taste, Lin licked her lips with her crimson tongue, the gesture far from innocent, but rather sensual and mature.

"I almost devoured it all... but I held back. I did well, right?"

"Uh..."

"But I can’t stop thinking about it. I want more. I want to devour you. But I can’t, so I kept my distance... but why do you keep coming closer? Are you asking me to eat you?"

Lin let out a giggle, as if she found something amusing.

It was only then that Karamir realized what was happening. This wasn’t puberty—it was a heat cycle, one of the instincts that beastfolk like Lin had not fully erased.

This was not a joke. He was actually about to be pounced on, and it wasn’t good.

"Haha, was that it? I thought you were getting tired of me, Lin."

"As if~ I adore you, master. There's no way I’d ever dislike you."

"That’s true. I was completely mistaken. Haha..."

Karamir awkwardly chuckled as he subtly tried to slip away, but Lin had a tight grip on his wrist, not allowing him to budge.

Karamir, with his naturally weak body, stood no chance against Lin, who was not only a beastfolk but also a yokai with physical strength hundreds of times greater than his. Even if she were still a one-tailed fox, it would’ve been difficult to break free, but now it was impossible.

Seeing Karamir squirm in her grasp, Lin’s lips curled into a smirk.

"Master... you’re so weak. It feels like I could snap you with just a little pressure."

"Uh... I’d rather you didn’t do that."

"Don’t worry, master~ I’d never hurt you. I’m just amazed by how you always lead the way with such a fragile body. I’m always grateful."

"As your master, that’s only natural. Now, could you let go? It’s starting to hurt a bit... haha."

"Hmm~ should I?"

Lin pursed her lips as if contemplating, before breaking into a mischievous grin.

"Nope, I don’t think so. If I let you go, you’ll just run away, won’t you?"

She chuckled, revealing that she had no intention of releasing him from the start.

"Sssss... haa..."

Lin lowered herself, burying her face in Karamir’s neck. She began inhaling his scent greedily, as if trying to make up for all the time she hadn’t been able to indulge. She wasn’t satisfied with just the scent though—she started licking his neck, like a beast marking its territory, determined to leave her traces all over his body.

"Lin, wait..."

"I tried so hard to resist, master. But it’s your fault. You’re the one who seduced me. You kept teasing me, coming close and giving off that enticing scent."

Seductive scent?

Me?

Karamir broke out into a cold sweat. His instincts screamed warnings in his head.

His chastity was at risk.

There was no reasoning with her. Lin’s eyes, clouded with desire, no longer had the clarity of logic or reason.

He had wanted to avoid using force, but it seemed like he had no other choice. Just as Karamir was about to give a command, Lin spoke first, her response quicker than his.

"Don’t, master. I don’t want to hear it."

Lin’s seven tails spread open like a fan, and her heterochromatic eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

Suddenly, dizziness overtook Karamir, his head spinning. His thoughts stopped working. It was Lin’s magic.

"Sorry, master. I didn’t want to take things this far, but you’re too kind to your slaves. I had no choice."

"...!"

"If I pounce on you, you’ll surely hate me. But I still want to do it. Yet, I don’t want you to hate me either. So..."

Lin exhaled hot breath near Karamir’s lips.

A wave of drowsiness instantly swept over him, and his consciousness began to sink beneath the surface.

"This will be our little memory, just mine to keep. When you wake up, we’ll be even closer, like the perfect master and slave."

Karamir tried to speak, but his mouth wouldn’t open. His eyelids, heavy, began to close.

The last thing he saw was the image of a grinning vixen, her mouth stretched wide in anticipation of what was to come.

"Goodnight, master. Lin loves you so much♡"