Don't Be Obsessed With Your Cat Butler - Chapter 1
Prologue
Sia couldn’t think straight. The fact that her cat was actually a werebeast didn’t matter. No, she couldn’t even process it.
Right now, the only thing filling her mind was the rough sensation of a coarse tongue relentlessly licking her.
“Ahh…!”
Her toes curled from the unfamiliar sensation. The feeling of her sensitive spot being thoroughly licked by that textured tongue sent jolts through her body, as if she had been struck by lightning.
“S-Stop…!”
When the rough tongue focused entirely on the small bud protruding at the peak of her sensitivity, her body convulsed uncontrollably, like a fish flopping helplessly on land.
Slurp, suck…
Even as she begged, Nox didn’t stop. He took the now swollen, reddened bud into his mouth and sucked on it greedily, as if savoring a ripe cherry.
“Hnnngh…!”
A shudder ran through her body as a rush of liquid gushed from the small opening below. Nox immediately extended his tongue, drinking up the sweet essence. His pupils wavered, turning hazy. The irises—one gold, the other blue—glowed eerily as he fixated on the glistening, nectar-coated entrance before him.
Dissatisfied with the amount of fluid, Nox instinctively pressed his thumbs to the entrance and spread it apart. He knew—deep in his being—that tormenting this place would yield what he wanted.
Squelch, slurp, suck…
As if seeking permission before proceeding, he first wrapped his lips around the swollen bud, sucking deeply, before sliding his tongue like a serpent. Then, with deliberate intent, he pushed his tongue inside, slipping past the entrance that twitched helplessly, blocked from resisting by his firm grip.
“Nngh…!”
The rough, scorching tongue swirled against the inner walls, teasing and lapping in slow, circular motions. Every time the textured surface scraped against her most delicate spot, fear prickled through her mind. But that fear was overshadowed—overwhelmed—by a pleasure so intense it left her breathless.
Without realizing it, Sia spread her legs wider, her hands gripping the black-haired head moving up and down between them.
“Aah….”
Squelch, suck, slurp…
Despite her hands gripping tightly at his hair, hard enough to hurt, Nox didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. In fact, he was drowning in his own pleasure, too lost in his instincts to feel pain. All he cared about was burying himself deeper into her warmth, coaxing more of her intoxicating essence.
He wanted nothing more than to push himself inside her heated, dripping depths. But as this was his first time mating, he wasn’t sure when he should do so. He could only follow his instincts.
After thoroughly indulging himself, he suddenly pulled away, straightening his upper body. At the same time, he pushed down his pants.
Thud.
A heavy sound echoed as something massive sprang free—his member, thick and imposing, slapped against his abdomen before slowly lowering into place.
Despite its sheer, intimidating size—thick as a child’s forearm—it was unnervingly clean in color. However, its shape was strange. Twisting veins pulsed along its length, and along the s***t, sharp ridges protruded densely, resembling the spiked club of a goblin.
Sia, upon seeing it head-on, instinctively flinched and scrambled backward. Her body, which had been rendered weak from pleasure just moments ago, moved with startling speed.
But she couldn’t escape.
A sleek black tail, shimmering under the dim light, coiled tightly around her ankle, yanking her back. She felt the warmth of his bare skin press against her exposed entrance as she was pulled flush against him.
Watching everything unfold in a daze, Sia suddenly snapped back to reality and screamed.
“No! It won’t fit!”
It wasn’t just the grotesque appearance—it was the sheer, overwhelming size. There was no way something like that could enter her. Face flushed deep red, Sia desperately clung to his forearm, pleading.
“That—it’s too big… it’ll never fit… Please, please…!”
But Nox didn’t stop. He pressed the swollen tip of his length against her entrance. The contact lasted only a moment, but the burning heat sent a shock through her body, making her hips jolt instinctively.
Nox, however, merely tightened his grip on her slender waist, holding her still.
His golden and blue eyes, which had been lowered in focus, now lifted to meet hers. Below him, Sia trembled, her body quivering from a mix of fear and lingering pleasure. She looked so delicate, so vulnerable. His chest tightened with a whirlwind of emotions—love, obsession, frustration—driving him to the brink of madness.
“You never should have thought about leaving me.”
His voice was low, laced with quiet resentment. As he spoke, he pressed forward, slowly parting her with the tip. The searing heat inside clenched down instinctively, as if trying to pull him in.
The foreign sensation sent a shudder down his spine. This pleasure—unlike anything he had ever experienced before—made his grip tighten, his breathing heavy.
His irises, glowing eerily in their mismatched hues, locked onto Sia’s pale face. His voice, now deeper, carried an unsettling chill.
“You picked me up and then tried to throw me away… Who gave you that right?”
She had taught him love. Shown him affection. Wasn’t it only natural that she take responsibility—forever?
With a wicked smirk, Nox curled his lips.
And with that, he slammed his length inside, marking the beginning of a long, merciless night.
