Seneya?

"Woo~"

At the foot of Iron Peak Mountain, Seneya shook Kas's shoulders vigorously. After grabbing that raven, his body had gone limp as if he were possessed.

Had the werewolf girl's reflexes been any slower, failing to catch the falling Kas, the barbarian would surely have had an intimate encounter with the hard ground.

She stammered a plea for help to Ancestor, wondering why Kas wouldn't wake up, as if he had simply fallen asleep.

Iron Bone floated in mid-air. Within the skull where no expression could be discerned, the eye sockets were like a dense, ink-black tide.

He stared at the Raven Messenger perched atop the cliff, his tone cold:

"Kas's wandering soul has been taken by the Lady of Death... This is a trial."

Ancestor looked at the Raven Messenger with a cold expression, deep crimson glowing within his black eye sockets. A murderous atmosphere spread from the flat earth along the gullies of the cliff.

"Wait patiently for a moment, Seneya."

"Roar~"

Warmth wrapped around Kas's soul like a tide. A faint, orchid-like fragrance surged into his nostrils, and in his dazed state, he felt he was holding something extremely soft in his arms, subconsciously kneading it to determine what it was.

A smooth, delicate sensation came from his fingertips, like stroking silk, and a soft, dream-like murmur instantly cleared his consciousness.

"Let me sleep a little longer..."

Kas snapped his eyes open, only to discover that the silk-like sensation in his hands came from a woman who had appeared in his arms for no reason.

She was curled up in the crook of his arm like a kitten, her thin, veil-like gray hair spread across the bed like a galaxy, her long, slightly curved eyelashes trembling with her steady breathing.

Her shoulders were smooth and rounded, outlining a perfect curve along her delicate chin and neck. The jelly-like softness pressed against his chest made the situation between the two of them... somewhat subtle.

Kas glanced downward, then quickly closed his eyes.

What is going on... why is it so pink?

He looked around and discovered that he was actually at home in Her Tribe. The ceiling, the bed, the table and chairs, the cabinets, and even the hanging furs were exactly as he remembered them.

If this was home, the strange woman in his arms could be... Seneya?

But could that silly girl be this beautiful? My eyes are about to pop out.

He took a deep breath of the orchid-scented air, knowing this must be a hallucination, and asked in a low voice:

"Seneya?"

"Mm, mm~" Seneya responded with a vague, sleep-talking murmur. Her body unconsciously wrapped around Kas's waist and abdomen, her bare thighs hooking over his knees, letting the barbarian experience the suffocating sensation of being coiled by a python.

Damn it... Kas took a few deep breaths; he had to admit it.

Even while asleep, just her light breathing, a simple embrace, and that hazy temperament made her look like a soul-snatching succubus.

Little Kas is reacting... but this is just a hallucination.

I must, I must restrain myself!

Kas hesitated slightly, pressed his hand on Seneya's smooth shoulder, and shook her gently:

"Seneya, wake up."

The sleeping beauty slowly opened her eyes. Her blood-red pupils were so filled with dissatisfaction that Kas deliberately avoided her scorching, piercing gaze.

She didn't say a word, just tilted her head back.

Her moist lips were slightly pouted, looking as sweet and tempting as cherries waiting to be picked, yet she hadn't received what she wanted.

Seneya's eyes turned fierce; the cherry became a bomb, and she bit down on Kas's lip.

A dense, indescribable feeling, carrying a strong sense of possessiveness, washed over him; it was as if she wanted to swallow him whole.

After the sticky breakfast was finished, Seneya wiped the blood and saliva from her lips onto Kas's shoulder before she finally felt like speaking:

"Your eyes are so strange. Did you eat too many mushrooms?"

She threw off the quilt, showing her long, elegant, and naked body exposed to the morning sun before Kas's eyes without a hint of concern.

Stepping off the bed, her fair, jade-like soles pressed against the wooden floor. Her hands gathered her silver hair, which reached her thighs, and the tresses acted like a curtain, making her curves hazy in the semi-concealed view.

Seneya elegantly raised a water cup and took a sip, her voice as light as a nightingale's but filled with complaints:

"I've told you many times, don't listen to the nonsense from the Great Shaman and Ancestor. They only want to turn you into a superstitious shaman who learns sorcery that sounds like a joke.

If you go crazy, I'll just barely manage to take care of you like a puppy, but what about our daughter? I don't want her to have a puppy for a father."

Daughter? What the hell is this.

Kas thought to himself that this was a dream triggered by a hallucination. After pondering for a moment, he asked with great confusion:

"My consciousness seems a bit blurred... tell me, how did we meet, Seneya?"

This was a probe. What if the Lady of Death didn't know what happened in the Forgotten Grassland?

He was trying to find a bug in this dream.

Seneya, who had put down the water cup, was in the middle of putting on an exquisite black dress. Hearing this, she ignored her unfastened belt and rushed to the bed in a panic to carefully check Kas's condition.

The clear-eyed gaze of her husband only made the murderous intent in her eyes grow more intense, the snowy mountain peaks beneath her bodice rising and falling with her breath: "I am going to kill the Great Shaman and the Ancestor! They actually fed my husband until he turned into a sled dog!"

Kas hurriedly raised both hands, signaling that he had absolutely not turned into a husky: "No, I was just a bit hazy... We met in the Forgotten Grassland, right?"

"You didn't eat any mushrooms behind my back yesterday, did you?"

Seneya remained half-suspicious, sitting sideways on the bed, her fingers pinching Kas's bearded chin as she issued an unquestionable command:

"Open your mouth, let me see."

Kas obediently opened his mouth, though he felt that something was quite different about Seneya...

Miss Aowu was silly and cute; even after the curse was lifted, she should have been a gentle and adorable young girl, but the Seneya before him was like an overbearing female hooligan.

"You didn't eat any mushrooms... Could it be?" A strange blush stained Seneya's cheeks, and she inexplicably gave Kas a push:

"Stop thinking about such strange and bizarre things. It's daytime right now, and our daughter will be waking up soon... We'll talk about it tonight."

"..."

She looked at the silent Kas, assuming she had made him angry.

Lowering her eyelids, she swept her long hair over her shoulder with her right hand, revealing her delicate ears.

Seneya closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly as if she were anticipating Kas's next move.

But this only left Kas more confused; this dream had no logic to it whatsoever.

I do enjoy kneading Seneya's fluffy ears, but she always stares at me with those clear, innocent eyes and never reacts with shyness.

Therefore, this must be a dream!

Kas hesitated, reaching out to try touching the delicate ears of Seneya's human form.

On second thought, if this were a dream, perhaps the woman before him was the Lady of Death in disguise, and he would need to use some tactics to make her reveal her flaws.

He leaned forward, stretching his head out to gently bite Seneya's ear.

The texture was quite pleasant, feeling like a piece of warm, smooth jade held in his mouth.

The slap or exclamation he had imagined never came.

A pair of slender yet powerful hands pushed him down, and Seneya, her crimson eyes glowing with a blood-red light, wore an expression as sharp and fierce as a vengeful spirit beneath her disheveled hair.

She licked her moist lips, the scent of orchids wafting from her heavy breaths, her expression full of excitement:

"So you were playing these kinds of games, Kas... Although it's a bit cliché, I still can't refuse your temptation."

Hm?

Lacking experience, Kas thought to himself, This is bad, this woman is strange!

As the thought arose, those moist lips pressed against his again. Seneya violently tore open her loosely tied dress, and under the sunlight streaming through the window, she assaulted the helpless barbarian with the most fanatical posture.

The husky watched helplessly as Seneya tore through his fragile defenses, cursing himself for always being a glutton for punishment—was a woman who could turn into a werewolf someone he could afford to provoke?