It wasn't until nightfall that Kaisen finally stirred, blinking groggily at the wooden window to his right.
Through it, the moon hung like a glowing coin in the sky, casting a soft, ethereal light over everything.
'Damn! Was I that wiped out?'
He thought, stretching and yawning, his body still buzzing from all the "heroic efforts" of the day.
Truth be told, it had been one hell of a ride—saving the village, faking fainting, and ending up with his face buried in all the right places. Not a bad day's work, really.
He grinned to himself, reflecting on his real triumph of the day: desperation for getting under some panties had driven him to master a new trick—levitation.
Well, maybe "master" was a strong word, but he'd figured out how to manipulate mana around his body well enough to float and sneak around undetected.
Not bad for a guy who spent half his day pretending to be unconscious in the bosoms of admiring fans.
'Cool.'
Now he had a slick way to float his ass right into any bedroom, unnoticed. Midnight visits? Easy access to panties? Yeah, he was going to enjoy this new skill.
He shifted his head to the side, and that's when he saw her—Ronali. She was curled up in a chair next to his bed, her head resting against the edge of the mattress like she had spent hours watching over him.
The poor girl must've knocked herself out from sheer exhaustion, probably too worried about her precious hero to get any rest.
A smirk crept across Kaisen's lips.
From where he was lying, Kaisen had the perfect view of her whole damn body. The simple tunic she wore wasn't doing her any favors at hiding those growing curves.
Her medium-sized boobs were practically begging for attention, bouncing slightly as if teasing him, making him imagine walking up behind her and squeezing them like he was trying to milk non-existent milk.
Her ass was perched on that chair in a way that was sexy as hell—puckered up, spine arched, putting her assets on full display like some kind of accidental strip show. His cock stirred, hardening so fast he swore it could cut through diamonds.
'Damn, how can a girl not know how fucking sexy she is?'
His hard-on was now so intense it could've doubled as a weapon in a street fight.
Kaisen, seeing right through her lame excuse, just smirked. He wasn't about to call her out, though.
"Well then," he purred, leaning in closer, "can I continue?"
Her face flared up like a furnace, but she didn't protest. She just turned her head, looking anywhere but at him, and gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod.
That tiny gesture was all the green light he needed.
Kaisen didn't waste a second. He brought her tail back to his hand, the soft fur teasing his fingers as he tugged it gently, almost playfully.
With his free hand, he fumbled to pull his pants down—wait, pants? He wasn't even wearing any to begin with! The hell? He shrugged off the mystery, not letting it interrupt the moment.
As he yanked at his waistband, something else sprang out—his cock, ready and eager.
Ronali's head snapped back toward Kaisen, eyes wide with shock as she caught a glimpse of something massive springing into her peripheral vision.
Her gaze zeroed in on her own tail—now wrapped around Kaisen's cock like a kinky, furry rope. Her mind raced, but her body had frozen in place.
"W-what the fuck are you doing?"
She sputtered, her tail coiled tightly around his thick member, his hand holding onto it like a lifeline.
Kaisen flashed a perverted grin, clearly enjoying her bewilderment.
"Well, since you said it was fine if it's just the tail, I figured... why not go all in?"
"That's not wha—aaahhh!"
Before she could protest, Kaisen began stroking—her tail in one hand, his cock in the other. The sensation was a shockwave of pleasure that knocked the breath out of her.
Ronali's spine gave out, and she collapsed onto the bed, panting hard. Her thighs parted involuntarily, her pussy already soaking wet, juices pooling beneath her.
Her entire body trembled as the intensity built, each stroke driving her closer to the edge.
"Ah... fuck," she whimpered, completely overwhelmed by the mix of sensations.