Chapter 8: Tease
Allen walked alongside Fina, doing his best not to stare at her jiggling butt as she bounced happily beside him. Trying being the keyword here. The village of beastkin was a lot to take in—both visually and emotionally.
Fina’s fluffy tail flicked side to side, brushing his thigh now and then, and each time it happened, he had to mentally punch himself not to make a comment. It didn’t help that the air was still heavy with whatever that lusty smoke was. Everything felt a bit hazy, a bit floaty—and very, very horny.
"So..." Allen began, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "you’re seriously telling me no one here wears shirts?"
Fina looked at him like he’d asked if fish could drive. "Of course not. Didn’t I tell you? Humans banned us from wearing them years ago."
"Right, right," Allen said, glancing at a busty elder passing by with absolutely nothing covering her... ample history. "Very progressive punishment."
Fina grinned. "They said it was to ’mark us as less than them.’ But we kinda flipped it. Now it’s just part of our culture."
Allen raised an eyebrow. "So, oppression turned into a no-bra party? Honestly... could be worse."
As they walked through the village, Allen saw several beastkin girls just casually lounging around—half-naked, moaning softly as if it were normal. Some were getting handsy with their partners under fruit trees. One girl was licking her fingers in a way that was definitely not about food.
"Aaaahh~ harder~ ngh~!"
Allen blinked. "Do y’all ever turn it off?"
Fina shrugged. "It’s Lustfest, Allen. There’s no ’off’ switch. You just lean in and ride the waves."