—— I Will Make the Most Venomous-Tongued No.1 Fall Into a Begging, Heat-Drunk Kitten in Just Three Days
Chapter 1: The Black-and-Gold Venomous Queen
Deep in Dogenzaka, Shibuya, where the neon drips like blood.
Top floor of the beastkin-only ultra-luxury brothel “NIGHT CATTAIL” — black card access only.
The door slides open.
Cold air, high-end perfume, and the raw musk unique to beastkin slam into me at once.
In the center of the velvet room sits the eternal No.1.
Mew.
Black panther beastkin.
Short fur glossy as liquid obsidian, golden slit pupils glowing in the dark.
She crosses her legs; her tail snaps against the leather sofa with a sharp thwack.
Her lips are always painted poison-berry purple, and her voice is pure venom laced with honey:
“Tch. Another human trash who thinks he can make this queen cum?
Three minutes. Can’t finish? Get the fuck out.”
The tip of her tail brushes my throat — soft fur carrying a static tingle.
I catch her scent: not perfume, but the faint bitter-almond trace of her daily estrus suppressants, mixed with the warm, sweet heat rising from her skin.
At that exact moment, I decide:
I’m going to erase that bitter-almond smell from her body forever.
Chapter 2: The Betrayal of the Suppressants (Day 1)
I booked her exclusively for three whole days.
On Day 1, I swapped her real suppressants for perfect fakes —
catnip + ultra-concentrated male panther pheromones compressed into identical white tablets.
She pops the “pill” right in front of me, deliberately running her tongue across her lips afterward, taunting me.
The soft gulp as it slides down her throat is crystal clear.
The instant the tablet dissolves, the black velvet fur at the base of her tail trembles — just once.
Thirty minutes later.
I activate the hidden subwoofers.
A frequency only felid beastkin can hear — the deepest, most guttural mating roar of an alpha male panther — floods the room like an invisible tide.
Her ears twitch violently for the first time.
The arrogant rhythm of her tail goes haywire, slapping the sofa with wet thwacks.
I take out my real weapon: a single peacock feather.
When the tip sweeps across the ultra-sensitive ring of fluff at the root of her tail,
her entire body arches like she’s been electrocuted.
“—Nyaa?!”
The sound that escapes her throat is no longer mockery.
It’s a tiny, tear-soaked whimper.
Yet her tail betrays her completely — it coils around my wrist on its own, burning hot, pulling my hand toward the damp patch already spreading across the back of her skirt.
Chapter 3: The Fall of Her Ears (Day 2)
On Day 2, she tries to hide the soaked spot with her tail the moment she walks in,
but the black pencil skirt is stretched so tight you can hear the faint shh-shh of fabric rubbing wet skin.
I choose the most expensive “Ear-Cleaning Healing Course.”
She lies on my lap, teeth sunk into her lower lip, ears still trying to act tough.
I don’t use an ear pick.
I use my tongue.
The instant the warm tip slips into the soft pink fluff inside her ear,
every hair on her body explodes outward like a drenched panther.
“N-No… not there… ah, haaaaaah——!”
Her voice collapses from venom to watery sobs.
The inside of her ear is scorching; every swirl of my tongue draws out beads of salty-sweet sweat.
Her tail shoots straight up, quivering.
While she’s dazed, I press the pad of my finger against the tiny, never-before-touched “estrus gland” at the nape of her neck.
The little nub pulses under my fingertip like a second heartbeat.
The next second:
“M-MRRREEEEEEOOOOOOWWWW——!!!”
A scream so high it cracks rips through the room.
Her whole body convulses as if struck by lightning, then collapses.
A flood of clear fluid gushes from under her skirt, pattering onto the sofa in audible drip-drip-drip droplets.
She pounds my chest with tears streaming, ruining her landmine makeup into black streaks:
“You absolute bastard… my first real heat… and you stole it, you pervert…!”
Chapter 4: Total Collapse (Day 3)
On Day 3, she can’t even stand.
The moment the door opens she drops to her knees, tail puffed into a giant black bottlebrush, golden eyes narrowed to needle-thin slits.
I hit the remote.
Three days’ worth of my collected semen mixed with maximum-strength catnip is released as a thick mist from every vent.
The air turns heavy, dizzying, saturated with raw male scent.
She lets out the pitiful whine of an abandoned kitten,
rolling on the floor, skirt flipped up to her waist,
soaked panties clinging to her swollen, twitching entrance — you can see it opening and closing desperately.
“Don’t look… don’t look, idiot… but… it’s so hot… Mew’s insides… itch so bad…”
Her voice is pure liquid now.
Her tail wraps around my waist on its own, the velvet inner fur scalding against my skin.
I sink my teeth into her estrus gland from behind — the ultimate feline mating claim.
She jolts like she’s been struck by lightning again,
then melts completely.
A violent squirt explodes from her, splattering the mirror and running down in rivulets.
Crying, she lifts her ass as high as it will go and spreads herself with trembling fingers:
“Give it… give Mew your cock right now… or I swear I’ll bite you to death…!”
Chapter 5: Eternal Heat-Fall
After that night, the ranking board in the shop displays a permanent red line next to her name:
【Mew — Permanently Reserved / Do Not Touch】
She only takes me now.
The moment I step into the room,
she crushes her suppressants under her heel herself,
then kneels, presenting her dripping, quivering rear at the perfect angle,
tail looping around my neck, voice soft and tearful:
“Please make Mew go into full, brain-melting heat again today… Master ♡”
The venom-tongued, landmine-style panther queen who once declared
“No man will ever conquer me”
now only rolls on the floor, drooling, ass in the air,
begging in the sweetest, most broken mewls
for me to pump her spasming, heat-drunk womb full of thick cum.
Mission complete.
No,
this is only the beginning of an endless,
ever-intensifying mating season that belongs solely to me
and my personal, permanently broken estrus kitten.
