Chapter 2: Sticky situation
I hadn’t even made it ten steps through the forest before I heard—
"W-Wait! You! Stop!"
I turned, one eyebrow raised.
The beastkin girl was running after me, ears bouncing, tail swaying behind her like a metronome on steroids. She was barefoot, half-naked, and didn’t seem the least bit ashamed about it. Her face was still flushed, her breathing ragged like she’d just run a mile and done a full cardio workout on someone’s pelvis.
I looked past her. Fake-me was still writhing under the tree, muttering something about "betrayal by my own balls" and "the pain... the painnnn..."
She caught up and stood in front of me, legs trembling slightly, pupils dilated like she was on heat or hunting—probably both.
"You... You..." she panted, then her eyes dropped to my crotch again like it was magnetic. "Y-You’re bigger."
I blinked. "Huh?"
She pointed back with her thumb, eyes still wide. "That guy—he was the biggest I’d ever had. I thought he was a gift from the gods. But you—when it grew, it looked like a whole damn weapon!"
I held back a grin. "I do enjoy being properly armed."
She stepped closer. Way too close. Like, no personal space close.