Free Web NovelChapter 6: 06: My Reward??
Everyone gasped in shock. All the male beastmen stared at Ayra, wondering how a lowly F-rank female could heal anyone—let alone soothe them.
While they gawked at her in confusion, Ayra turned to the wolf commander. "I’m done. So now I can leave?"
The wolf commander studied her, his eyes unreadable. Then he slowly rose and asked, "Who are you?"
Ayra smiled. "I don’t think I need a formal introduction. I believe everyone knows who I am."
His expression remained stiff. The wolf commander made his way toward her, and Ayra panicked, stepping backward. But he was faster.
He stood close—too close. "Who... are you...?" He leaned in without warning. Ayra didn’t expect what happened next, but there was no stopping a B-rank wolf from wrapping his arms around her waist.
She shrank back, hoping to push him away, but he held her firmly and pulled her close. Her body pressed against his bare, bulky chest. Chills ran through her.
He didn’t stop there. The wolf commander lowered his face to hers. Ayra closed her eyes and leaned back, wondering if this madman planned to kiss her here.
But he didn’t. Instead, his nose sniffed her—her face, her eyes, her nose, her lips. Ayra shivered. He was too close; his breath bathed her skin, and she could feel herself heating up.
The wolf pressed his hot breath against her as his mouth traveled down to her neck. He didn’t kiss her—Ayra couldn’t tell if that counted—but the wolf commander stuck out his tongue and licked her neck.
Ayra panicked and shrank back, but he pulled her closer, his tongue gently tracing her neck. It was warm and wet, their bodies pressing together with unbearable heat.
He sniffed and licked her for some time before pulling back slowly, his eyes studying her face. Ayra felt her knees weaken at the nonexistent distance between them. He was hot—incredibly so. Were beastmen supposed to be this attractive? She desperately wanted to kiss him.
"You’re really an F-rank female," he said.
She blinked. Was he confirming her rank? That explained a lot. What a way to study someone’s body critically.
Ayra stepped back. "What the fuck was that?"
"I never said you could leave," the wolf commander said. "I said you could live for the meantime." He turned, hands clasped behind his back, staring at the unconscious youth wolf.
"What do we do with her, Commander Lynn?" the tiger asked.
So that was his name. Lynn. Ayra guessed he was in charge of the tribe’s defense or something.
"Throw her into holding," Lynn said, staring at the unconscious wolf. "We’ll decide what to do with her when he awakens—and probably when the tribe leader returns."
Ayra panicked. "Huh? In prison? Why—" Before she could finish, the men grabbed her off her feet.
She kicked. "Hey! I saved your brother, and this is how you repay me?! You ungrateful jerk!" She snapped, but to no avail.
Ayra was thrown into jail and locked up till further notice.
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Ayra spent the whole day in the pathetic prison—a cave chamber blocked by strong wooden bars. She had tried breaking through, but it was impossible.
She sat in the corner, staring at the filth around her. No one had bothered cleaning it—she spotted skeletons, leftovers, and debris scattered everywhere. She almost felt sick just being there.
From outside, she could hear male voices laughing, playing, competing in fights, eating, and celebrating. She heard everything but saw nothing—just that filthy prison.
"Evil bastards," she muttered. "Stupid wolf. So I’m supposed to just die or something?" She ran her hands over her stomach. She was hungry now, but she doubted these heartless beastmen would bother feeding her.
Ayra soon felt sleepy, but she couldn’t fall asleep in this disgusting place. The old host probably would have, but Ayra felt extremely uncomfortable.
So she began cleaning up the small way she could. Using a stick, she swept dirt to the side, covered it with some leaves and animal skin she found, and made the space as manageable as possible.
When she was done, she sat back. "At least it’s bearable," she sighed. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
[Ding!]
[Congratulations Host for completing the hidden side task]
[Host has prioritized cleanliness and beauty of the environment]
[Reward: Five fruits]
Immediately, two apples, two bananas, and a watermelon appeared before her. Ayra was impressed—the system was considerate, even if the portion was too small to satisfy her hunger. It reminded her of her strict diet days for the perfect summer body.
She ate them all and slept off, hoping tomorrow would be better. Maybe she’d wake up back in the modern world.
But it didn’t work that way. Ayra woke up still locked in the same prison.
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Evening approached, and Ayra was growing hungry again. She couldn’t believe no one had come to check on her, let alone feed her.
She approached the wooden bars, struggling to push them. "These heartless monsters. Do they want me dead or what?"
"Do you think a weak female like you could take that down?"
A familiar voice. She looked up to see Commander Lynn approaching, a plate of food in his right hand and a stick of fire in the other.
She smiled. "Finally..." She could smell it—food at last.
She watched as he opened the gate and stepped inside. Their eyes met, and Ayra stared at the plate. "I suppose you want me dead by all means. People at least feed their prisoners, don’t they?"
Lynn’s eyes scanned the prison chamber, a flicker of surprise on his face. "We had to make sure the patient you handled would wake up healthy before deciding how to treat you," he said, staring at her. "And he woke up a while ago."
She scoffed, folding her arms. "Evil."
"I’ve heard the infamous F-rank female is useless—can’t handle any man nor soothe them, ugly and filthy in every way..." He paused, surveying the area again, and his eyes met hers. "But you healed an B-rank, soothed a C-rank, and now you’re keeping the place clean. Are you sure you’re who you should be?"
Ayra smiled. "You’ve only heard without knowing me personally. So that judgment doesn’t count." She took the meal from his hands and stared down at the roasted meat—rather disappointed.
Lynn scoffed as he turned to her, taking her chin in his hand and pulling himself closer. "You’re not that appealing. I mean, you still have the unappealing features of an F-rank facially..." He studied her. "But I still don’t understand how your skills say otherwise."
She smiled. "Why? Curious to know how I do it?"
He said nothing. Ayra freed her head from his grip and stared down at the meal. "How disappointing. This meat isn’t properly prepared at all. I’ll probably get a stomach ache from eating it."
She sighed, meeting his gaze. "Maybe let me out to prepare my own meat, and I’ll show you how my skills are so good."
His eyes ran through her, deep and piercing. He studied her as he slowly reached into his side and pulled out a dagger.
Ayra panicked. "What’s that?" She stepped backward in shock.
Commander Lynn calmly sliced his hand with the dagger—three times. Blood dripped violently as Ayra stared, horrified.
His expression was changing. He was panting heavily, his body clearly acting up.
[Ding!]
[Beastman]
[Breed: Wolf]
[Rank: B]
[Corruption Level: 50%!] freewёbnoνel.com
Ayra glared at him. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Do it. Show me how you do it. Soothe me, and I’ll consider taking you out for some meat," he said, his breath shaky.
