Chapter 218: Sacred Tail

Elsewhere, down in the village nestled at the foot of the rocky mountains...

Achoo!

A man with dark brown hair and fiery orange eyes raised an eyebrow at the woman beside him.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, sir."

She replied, her voice steady despite the fact that her raven-black hair was a mess from the force of the sneeze. Her green eyes watered, another sneeze threatening to burst forth.

"Feels like... feels like... uh... uh... Achooo!"

She sneezed again, her hair flying wildly. The man, clearly exasperated, sighed.

"Smell a lemon or something, woman. And for fuck's sake, tidy up your hair before you go out. Can't have you looking like you've been wrestling with a beast."

He turned to leave the hut but hesitated at the entrance, pausing as if waiting for something. The woman, her cat ears twitching, noticed his pause and quickly blurted out,

"Yes, sir... It's been some time since we... y'know, did it—"

But before she could finish, the man walked away without even a glance back, leaving her words hanging in the air. She sighed heavily, her tail drooping lifelessly behind her as she slumped onto the table.

"Feels like a storm's coming..."

She muttered, her spirit as deflated as her tail.

Her mind wandered, not just to the literal storm she sensed in the air, but to the pent-up frustration simmering beneath her own skin. It had been too long, and the way her body ached for some rough and passionate attention was a reminder that even in the midst of impending chaos, some primal needs refused to be ignored.

...

"Hurry up. Seems like a storm's coming."

Ronali snapped, her tone urgent as she and her brother led the way. They exchanged glances, but the silence between them spoke volumes—they were just as confused about this whole situation as Kaisen was.

The sky had darkened with a sudden fury, thick clouds rolling in as if nature itself was pissed off.

The air was heavy, charged with the promise of a downpour that would drench everything in sight.

But did that stop him? Hell no. Rony just kept laughing, even harder now, like the smack only added fuel to the fire.

Tears of laughter streamed down his cheeks, but he didn't even bother to wipe them away. He was too busy enjoying the spectacle.

Kaisen, never one to miss an opportunity, decided to push Ronali's buttons a little more.

After all, a little teasing would only make these two brats warm up to him quicker. And he needed them comfortable, pliable—easy to extract information from.

"Isn't that right, Rony? Your sister doesn't have any ass worth ogling at, huh?"

Rony, still recovering from his fit, nodded enthusiastically, his laughter reigniting.

"Yes, so true! Hahaha... She's got no ass and no tits either! Her face looks like a wrinkled old hag—"

"Shut the fuck up!" Ronali snapped, her hand striking out once more. The slap rang through the air, but Rony just laughed harder, completely unfazed by his sister's fury.

"But oneechan, why are you so mad? It is the truth!" Rony taunted, but the sharp glare Ronali shot him was enough to finally shut him up. Her eyes were practically daggers, and the little brat knew when to quit—at least for now.

"Then why were you looking behind me, huh?"

She demanded, her voice a mix of anger and embarrassment. She didn't even turn around, too pissed off to face him.

Kaisen, with a smirk that could melt ice, casually replied,

"Who said I was looking at your flat-as-a-bread ass cheeks? I was actually more interested in this thing right here."

Before Ronali could react, Kaisen reached out and grabbed her tail, the semi-erect appendage twitching in his grasp.

"Aaahhh~"

The touch sent a jolt through Ronali's body, making her yelp in surprise, her voice quickly turning into a soft, involuntary moan. The sensation was electric, catching her completely off guard.

Rony's eyes widened in surprise as he watched his sister's reaction, his laughter momentarily silenced by the unexpected turn of events.

Ronali, on the other hand, was too shocked to do anything but stand there, her mind struggling to process the mix of anger, embarrassment, and... something else entirely.

"Oh, no! You touched Oneechan's sacred tail. Now you gotta marry her."

"Huh?"