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An unpleasant gust of cold wind comes out of nowhere and tickles Jeremy's back. Followed by swirling black flames. Though ominous, some might think they look graceful, but Jeremy frowns, thinking they look more like a swarm of bats.

Shuffling feet touch the sand. And there, Asterios emerges from the shadows to greet Jeremy in Thelma.

"Why do you look like that?"

"Because...because of you."

The middle-aged man retorts, crushing the can in his hand. Just looking at the monster's hideous face makes his stomach churn, and he feels the blood drain from his hands and feet in fear.

"You're here to do that to me again, aren't you?"

Jeremy sits up and braces himself, wary of the jackal. He will probably be in heat again soon and the last thing he wants to do today is get fvcked senseless like yesterday. He is tired of mating with monsters.

Will he read my mind again?

Asterios' eyelids flutter open, sending a shiver down Jeremy's spine. The man can't stand the thought of those yellow eyes peering into his head. He has no idea what the monster is thinking, but the fact that it knows everything is creepy as hell.

Compared to Jeremy's fear, the jackal asks in a fairly nonchalant tone.

"Hmm, do you want to?"

There is no emotion in his voice, as though testing Jeremy to see if he could answer honestly, as he had taught him yesterday. So flat like he merely asks the human to open the window.

Asterios does not know what it is like to be overwhelmed by sensations and emotions. A natural thing for such a disembodied being. The monster has only a conceptual understanding of emotions like joy and sorrow, and sensations like hunger, sleep, and s*x.

He has only one way of thinking. Anything that causes discomfort and threatens safety must be eliminated. And since he thinks humans suffer when they have strong s*xual urges, so it becomes his duty to satisfy them.

But Jeremy Rogers desires mating intensely yet abhors it at the same time. The monster tilts his head, unaware that wanting to be mated is a desire, and despising the act is a thought and emotion. Humans are truly inscrutable creatures.

"......"

Instead of answering the insulting question, Jeremy balls his fists tightly and shudders. If he says he doesn't want it here and now, the monster will surely call him a liar. But if he says he does, he'll become nothing but a real mess cumdumpster.

Jeremy barely holds back his anger. His eyes narrow at the blunt, demanding voice, knowing that in the end, he will be physically violated one way or another. This son of a bitch has a knack for pissing people off.

'No, no, no. I can't provoke him, or I won't be able to handle what may come later.'

Biting his lip, the middle-aged man clenches his fists tightly around the crumpled can. He manages to keep himself from raising his voice and shouting back in annoyance, but he can't stop the blasphemous imagery from entering his mind.

Jeremy wants to throw the crumpled can at the monster's head. Not sure if he will be able to though, but he wishes he can just hit him in that little snout.

"I asked if you wanted to mate."

Seeing the human refuses to answer and instead throw his face away, the jackal asks again, feeling irritated. He is about to tell the human that the next thing he hates more than lying is being made to say something twice.

"N-no...I don't want to."

Jeremy takes a defensive stance, his eyes looking frightened as he stares at the jackal.

"Why, you're obviously looking horny here."

Hm, didn't Asterios tell this human not to lie? The jackal thought the little man was smart. Turns out he's a bit of an idiot.

He was supposed to be jinxed after getting disciplined yesterday.

"You're...a monster, y-you're disgusting! I don't want to do this, why can't you understand?"

'I-I don't want to be r*ped by a monster with a long snout!'

Jeremy stammers, his words tinged with a knee-jerk half-heartedness.

"...Ha."

Asterios looks down at the human with an incredulous expression. He has had many people call him awesome, and apparently no one has ever dared to call him disgusting. No one.

"Are you serious? You're going to hold it in just because you don't like the way I look?"

"I'm not in heat! And it's not just how you look, it's everything about you that... that doesn't appeal to me. I don't find you attractive in any way."

"Hm, but I remember you were knee-deep in it yesterday."

"Y-You...!"

Jeremy bites his lip at the sarcasm. He tries to be brave, but how in the world does it turn into a childish tantrum instead?

Ugh, why doesn't this jackal just drug him if he wants to fvck him that badly! Jeremy doesn't want to face his creepy head!

And even if he doesn't have such a monstrous head, this creature is totally unworthy of a partner. Hell, even though he's a rich young man, Jeremy doesn't want a guy with a dry sense of humor and an inconsiderate, insulting attitude.

"J-just forget it, you don't like me either, so why don't you just go? ...and stop wasting your time!"

In contrast to his dagger stare, Jeremy's limbs have weakened. He speaks boldly, pretending to be unaffected, but the darker the day gets, the harder his chest pounds and the more his hole tingles. His inner thighs tremble. The damned body is once again begging for a man's dicck to break through into it.

"......"

Asterios stares at Jeremy, telling him to go away, even as his hips buck. This little human can lie with the best of them. The disgusted look on his face offends Asterios, but more than that, it offends him for another reason.

How dare a human judge the highest authority of this city and give him the lowest insult!

Every Thelma in this world bows to Asterios and dares not think otherwise. To be told that he is unattractive is desperate.

His pride is hurt, though he also feels strangely flattered. It's so annoying that he might have been manipulated by this little creature, and even more annoying that a high authority like him is made to beg before an organism that can't even control its lust.

Let's see if this lowly human can stand it without retracting this statement.

Feeling compelled to demonstrate his power over the unwilling little creature, Asterios asks casually.

"Are humans that dissatisfied by nature?"

It suddenly occurs to Asterios that it would be much easier to conquer a star than to satisfy this greedy, insignificant creature. The jackal strokes his short, hairy chin, trying to read Jeremy's thoughts instead of listening for an answer.

'Don't be ridiculous, you're pissing me off now!'

There isn't much useful information in there, except for the rumbling irritation. Just as Asterios is about to conclude that he should go straight to disciplining him, Jeremy's angry voice assaults the Jackal's ears.

"You long-tongued son of a bitch... just get lost, please!"

By now it is almost pitch black around them. This is it. This is the limit. It's coming. Jeremy's unfulfilled need now becomes an excruciating pain in his body.

It really is the worst thing in the world. It ruins thinking, buries thoughts. So nerve-wracking to have to hold back from sucking a c0ck that is ready to make a mess of his hole.

He can't even feel his chest or soothe his hole with his hand because the jackal is staring at him.

Jeremy fidgets impatiently.

"Haah haah... Go... it's none of your business..."

"...Clueless assh0le. I'm done with you, and for God's sake, get that disgusting snout out of my face!"

The shaking intensifies. Jeremy's breasts tighten again and his nerves are on edge. Knowing that the other person can read his mind doesn't mean he can control the fleeting thoughts that cross his mind. As much as he fears the Black Jackal, the middle-aged man can't stop himself from letting his emotions get the better of him.

Just as the monster is unfamiliar with human emotions, controlling thoughts is a foreign and difficult concept for Jeremy. Asterios' snout wrinkles as he reads the insulting thoughts spewing from Jeremy's gaping mouth.

"...Hmm."

Why does something so small sound so big? Frowning slightly, the Jackal doesn't answer, but snaps his fingers again. And the handsome black body crumbles in an instant. Like sand losing its cohesion.

"What, what... are you going to do?"

Jeremy blinks in surprise as he sees the jackal disappear without a trace. He feels both relieved and a little deflated. If he had known this would happen, he would have wished that Asterios had just tied him up yesterday and left him somewhere alone.

Grrrr—

"Uh...?"

What had once been a jackal is now a shapeless black substance. The way it floats around like oil instead of sinking into the sand is surreal.

The liquid, which looks almost like black mercury, begins to pool thickly at Jeremy's feet.

"Now, wait, no...don't...don't...I told you to get lost...!"

On a deserted beach, alone, flailing and screaming in the sand, Jeremy looks almost like a madman. The black substance clinging to the soles of his feet is eerie and unbearable. It is so sticky and wet, as if he is touching the byproduct of a failed experiment.

"My bad, I didn't realize that humans would find Thelma's appearance distasteful."

If Asterio's bald head is so repulsive to humans, he can easily remove it with a single flick of his fingers.

By their very nature, godlike beings fulfill human desires in terrible ways. Asterios stares at the middle-aged man, his eyes narrowing in disbelief.

How dare he.

This very Asterios is doing the lowly human favor, but can't he at least say thank you?

It hit a nerve, the way Jeremy denies it, the way he has a sneaky little bottom that drooled at the slightest nudge. Apparently Asterios has to teach this stupid human how to be grateful.

So seething with anger, Asterios expands his circle around Jeremy.

The black liquid surrounding the middle-aged man looks like a small swamp, especially as the man trapped in it struggled to stay afloat.

Climbing up Jeremy's legs, Asterios slowly began to envelop his toned, sculpted body.


Continued in Book 2





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