Chapter 13: Female Master, Give Me a Litter of Cubs
“Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?!!”
Luo Luo nervously tried to push him away, but her hand landed on his firm, sculpted chest.
Her mind screamed to pull back, but her hands didn’t obey—they climbed up anyway.
Tsk tsk, she couldn’t help but marvel: this wasn’t some fake chest built in a gym with protein shakes.
Not some padded, artificial version either—this was the real deal.
How to describe its size? If she didn’t know he was Chiyao, a young, vigorous male… she might have just called him “boy-mom.”
“Do you like it?” Chiyao pressed her chubby hands against his own massive ones.
The dark-skinned athlete’s eyes sparkled with delight as he flexed his chest, asking, “Female master, can you feel it?”
Luo Luo widened her eyes in disbelief and pulled her hands back—only to see the massive chest moving, as if dancing.
With Chiyao’s breathing, veins crawled across his muscles like a network, mesmerizing her gaze.
“Wow! Wow!! Wow!!!”
Her mouth betrayed her brain—three consecutive “wows” slipped out uncontrollably.
Drool almost escaped her lips as she exclaimed.
Chiyao grinned from ear to ear. “Female master, touch my abs.”
Luo Luo’s mind resisted: No, you can’t. It’s just the two of us, and we barely know each other.
Yet her hands betrayed her again: Oh… abs! Eight-pack abs! Here I come!
Seeing her own hands climbing onto Chiyao’s abs, she awkwardly smiled, “I… I’ll just touch a little.”
She had intended only a brief touch—but her hands refused to listen.
Suddenly, two little voices argued in her head.
Voice 1: Never seen such a shameless pervert.
Voice 2: Girl, go for it! Have you ever touched abs before? Such a chance is right here—why be shy?
Excited tears slipped from the corners of her mouth, landing with a plop on Chiyao’s sculpted abdomen.
Mortified, she muttered, “Um… I have to pick up my great-grandma from school. I should go.”
Her brain and mouth were both offline.
Chiyao grabbed her by the neck with one large hand, gently but firmly turning her to face him.
“Don’t like it? Why are you leaving?”
Oh no, the female master was abandoning him, uninterested in even his chest and abs.
The big bull felt wronged, eyes brimming with tears.
“Don’t leave me, please,” the huge bull said, his eyes red.
Luo Luo froze—men’s tears were like a woman’s excitement pill.
So tempting… maybe just one kiss wouldn’t hurt.
Just one, nothing more.
Her brain was planning what to say, how to start—but Chiyao’s warm lips were already pressing against hers.
“Mmm~”
Thousands of words were trapped in her throat, along with her breath and rationality.
Chiyao seemed like he wanted to devour her whole.
She tapped his arm, and only then did he pause reluctantly, leaving a tiny gap.
Luo Luo gasped, but before she could exhale, Chiyao pressed back.
One hand on her neck, the other around her waist.
She was completely trapped, unable to move.
At that moment, all she could do was kiss him.
A word popped into her mind: waist-grab pampering!
When she’d read about waist-grab kisses in novels, she thought it would hurt your waist.
She worried about noses colliding, whether she would be able to kiss a handsome guy properly…
All those worries seemed foolish now.
Kissing required no technique—it was instinct.
But skill did take practice.
Chiyao’s technique was impressive. Luo Luo’s rationality had collapsed, her mind blank, only craving the sweetness in his mouth.
After a while, Chiyao pulled back just enough to let her breathe.
Air filled her lungs, and her long-forgotten rationality briefly returned.
Oh no, Luo Luo, you’re done for. You’ve fallen.
She was no longer a pure little flower of her homeland.
Luo Luo felt lost, almost wanting to cry.
Annoyingly, she didn’t dislike it—she was actually enjoying it, even sinking deeper.
It was as if something she’d held onto for so long had been shattered, leaving emptiness inside.
“Stop, no more,” she said, putting her hands on his lips to refuse.
Her voice was both soft and alluring, making Chiyao itch all the more.
To him, her refusal meant: Yes, I want it!
And he did—he wanted it all, three days and three nights!
He blinked his big eyes and said, “Fine, as you wish.”
Relieved, Luo Luo exhaled—but Chiyao’s kiss suddenly shifted to her neck.
“Mm~~~”
Her whole body went soft, her voice trembling, barely able to stand.
Her neck seemed extra sensitive, uncontrollable.
Chiyao’s kisses swept across her neck like a storm, left and right, evenly distributed.
Luo Luo’s gaze went blank, feeling like she was lying on a cloud, unwilling to rise.
Her limbs lost strength, soft as jelly.
Chiyao gently caressed her chubby face. “Female master, what’s wrong?”
Luo Luo coughed, “…Nothing.”
What could she say? That she’d eaten too well in this beast world?
She had never even held a handsome guy’s hand before—now she was kissing one.
And a dark-skinned athlete at that. Her best friend would die of envy if she knew.
They kissed all night. As dawn approached, Chiyao couldn’t resist any longer.
“Female master, give me a litter of cubs,” he said, his face full of devotion.
Luo Luo was most afraid of giving birth, yet she didn’t refuse immediately.
With a scumbag or an ugly guy, she wouldn’t have agreed—but a dark-skinned handsome guy? That was different.
She hesitated.
Seeing a chance, Chiyao said, “You just give birth. I’ll handle everything else.”
Luo Luo felt her brain short-circuit. Say no! Giving birth is so painful!
Her mouth moved, but she couldn’t form a refusal.
Chiyao’s lips curled into a wide smile as he reached for the fur at his waist.
Suddenly, a tiger’s roar echoed through the valley.
“Roar—immoral couple!!”
Chiyao leapt up, shielding Luo Luo behind him. “Female master, don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you.”
He’d been too absorbed to notice his surroundings.
On the other side of the river appeared a huge yellow tiger, flanked by two wolf-beast men.
One wolf was injured and pointed at Luo Luo: “It’s her! She killed our entire tribe!”
Luo Luo’s lost rationality instantly returned. This must be one of the wolf pack members.
“It’s not my fault,” she said. “You tried to eat me first. I was just defending myself.”
Don’t mess with me if I don’t mess with you. If someone messes with me, I’ll fight back.
This rule applied in both China and the beast world.
She thought her words would make them leave.
But the female wolf just put her hands on her hips. “You’re ugly. My brother wants to eat you? That’s your luck.”
Luo Luo rolled her eyes. Sometimes, when people are unreasonable, you just want to laugh.
“This luck is yours—want it?”
The injured male wolf said, “Mother, stop talking to her. Attack!”
The female wolf patted the large tiger beside her. “Xiao Zhan, time to show your skill. Eat her, and I’ll mate with you immediately and give you a litter of cubs.”
