Petting Cats Is Always Bliss 1/4

Strange, my body feels so hot and stuffy, I can't sleep.

A mysterious flame rose within Atalanta's body, spreading from her lower abdomen all the way to her limbs and bones, her blood seemingly turning into molten lava.

Furthermore, the pent-up frustration and heat in my chest created a urge to vent and a destructive impulse that I had to release.

"Ugh..."

The Huntress's teeth itched, and she unconsciously ground them together. A jumble of thoughts kept surging in her mind, making her toss and turn, unable to calm down, and she sat up and down several times.

I really want to hug something icy cold to cool down and drink some cold beverage to calm myself down.

I really want to find something to chew on to gnaw on and grind my teeth.

Strange ideas kept popping into my head.

In the hazy light, a sweet aroma and a slight coolness wafted in from the opposite side.

Atalanta rubbed her dizzy and heavy head. As she looked up, the scenery before her began to blur, and a concerned face came into view.

The Huntress instinctively stepped forward, cupped the face in her hands, and scrutinized it inch by inch with her hazy gaze, starting from the forehead, then the corners of the eyebrows, the eyes, the bridge of the nose, and finally the lips and teeth.

The ten fingers, as thin as bamboo shoots, slid along, gently touching the texture of the skin and the contours of the features on that face.

How come I never noticed this kid before? He's really good-looking, very...

Is it... delicious?

Like a ripe apple, each piece exudes an enticing sweet aroma.

Um...

He said I was taking care of him on the way, but it seemed he cared about me more.

Hmm, so if he takes a bite, he shouldn't be angry, right?

Atalanta's throat gurgled, a low growl characteristic of felines emanating from within. Her green eyes narrowed slightly, and her half-open lips reached forward to bite at the most vibrant part of her face.

However, before she could succeed in her forbidden fruit-stealing scheme, she seemed to be discovered by the orchard's caretaker.

Two hands covered the top of her head, and fingertips stroked and kneaded her sensitive ears.

The movements became increasingly light, increasingly joyful, and increasingly unrestrained.

Zhizhi, with his slightly narrowed eyes, stared at the owner of those hands, occasionally radiating a dangerous feline aura.

"Have you touched enough?"

"Um, I'd like to try the tail again."

Samael answered casually while petting the cat.

"Snap!"

A tree branch as thick as a bowl was snapped in two instantly by Atalanta's tightly clenched fingers.

Do you still want to touch it?

The ancient snake felt as if the air around it had frozen into ice crystals, and it sheepishly withdrew its hand.

Similarly, Atalanta, with a taut face, casually withdrew her other hand from Samael's torn chest, half-pressed against the victim's muscular body, before pulling it away and straightening it.

"Hurry back to your night watch, it's not time for the shift change yet."

The Huntress took a deep breath, gave a cold snort as a reminder, and turned to look at the tent.

For some reason, Atalanta's movements as she leaped and bounded through the forest were somewhat distorted.

Samai clenched his fist, sensing the lingering warmth and touch, and chased after them for a few steps, shouting with unwavering determination.

"Boss, if you're not satisfied with one, how about three for Issei? You can touch any of the three places you want, I promise I won't do anything inappropriate. Afterwards, you can let me touch your tail, and I promise no one else will know about this!"

"Snap!"

A few steps earlier, a branch broke, and Atalanta stumbled, her feet slipping, and she fell headfirst to the ground.

"Nothing was sent tonight, you don't know anything, right...?"

The Huntress, who had scrambled to her feet in a disheveled state, turned menacingly towards Samael, placed her hand on his shoulder, veins bulging on her forehead, and forced a distorted smile. The last word she forced out between her teeth exuded a chilling aura.

Samael shrank back and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

Immediately after sealing the gag, Atalanta turned around without looking back, took a few steps, and then, abandoning all restraint, fled the scene of the crime at almost full speed.

At this moment, Samael, who was left behind, opened his palm, revealing a bright and lustrous gemstone necklace. He raised his hand to rub his swollen cheeks, then looked down at his torn collar and murmured to himself.

It seems like I'm at a bit of a loss.

Moments later, Atalanta, who had slipped into the tent like a shadow, immediately activated Magic Barrier, sealing the entrance.

Once she was sure no one was around, the huntress, whose body had been tense, suddenly relaxed her muscles and collapsed onto the bedding like a log.

Aaaaaah! What the hell am I doing?!

Atalanta, in a Riding posture, squeezed a pillow between her legs and rolled around on the bed repeatedly to vent her frustration and depression.

After a long while, the Huntress, whose mood had calmed down a bit, got up to go outside the tent for some fresh air. When her eyes fell on the plants sprouting and budding in the darkness, she was taken aback.

In a daze, Atalanta couldn't help but recall the scene she had seen in the mountains where some lions and tigers were entangled together, and her face turned as red as blood.

The season for hunting Calydonian Boar seems to be in early spring...

No wonder I was so aroused, no wonder he smelled so... delicious...

Wrong!

Atalanta bit her cherry lips tightly and shook her head haphazardly.

I am a hunter who has sworn to serve the goddess Artemis with purity, and I would never have such filthy thoughts!

This must be due to the blessing of the sacred beast, leaving behind its wild nature.

Atalanta nodded, but the lingering itch on her ears and the increasingly vivid, erotic scenes in her mind, which she tried to conceal, made the Huntress feel inexplicably guilty and irritable.

At this point, Samael returned to the campfire and continued to appease the Spartan Princess until the shift change was complete.

Because of that little incident, the ancient snake slept very soundly and peacefully that night.

However, the next morning, in the open space in front of the camp, Atalanta swayed as she rose, her hair disheveled, her eyes bloodshot, and her face somewhat pale.

Clearly, she was asleep.

Samael wanted to go up and say a few words, but Atalanta with her eyes, so he had to give up in frustration.

The group gathered, began packing their gear, dismantling the camp, and preparing for the next phase of their advance.

The knights of Calydon arrived late, dropped off a few boxes, and left without saying a word.

Samael opened the supply crate to check it, and his face darkened.

There were only a few dozen arrows, and the arrowheads were either severely worn or covered with bluish-black rust.

The armor and shield were the lowest-level soldier-grade equipment, and even the spears were made of wood with mold spots on them.

These things are all junk that the Kingdom of Calydon dragged out from some corner of the world.

Would Calydon's martial arts be lacking to this extent?

To me, the equipment of those two knights is far superior to these.

A shadow fell over Samael's heart, his brow furrowed, and his good mood vanished.

"They have insignia on their breastplates, belonging to another Demigod Family of Calydon..."

At this moment, Jason withdrew his gaze from the distance, approached Samael, smiled bitterly and whispered, the meaning of which was left unsaid.

Aside from the royal family, the only other Demigod Family is the Queen's lineage.

The ancient serpent's eyes flickered, its expression somber.

Tsk, isn't it better to be alive? Why do you have to be so eager to die!

Just then, the twins each threw a quiver to Atalanta, their attitude still haughty, but their tone quite frank.

"Take them. These things will be of greater use in your hands."