Free Web NovelChapter 148: Chapter 148: Shameless Sub-Beast
At dawn, Colton, wearing a face radiating spring, tiptoed lightly on his way back.
The squad members all tacitly understood, smiling with deep implication. A Sub-Beast even asked straightforwardly: "Captain, how was the feeling?!"
Colton cleared his throat, his beautiful face slightly flushed, and said shyly: "Well, it was passable~"
The Sub-Beasts burst into giggles, while the beastmen rolled their eyes, looking speechless. However, they didn’t judge Colton’s behavior in the slightest.
The Crimson tribe promoted free love, and Colton himself had no intention of finding a mate. In the past, although his actions were somewhat unrestrained, he had never shown interest in any beastman. Damian could be considered the first person Colton had set his eyes on.
So, as long as he didn’t bring disaster to the beastmen in the tribe, he could play however he wanted. If he could trick a level-four warrior beastman into coming back, that would be even better.
Not far from the oak forest, Damian returned to his squad carrying an aura of moisture. His squad members were packing up the animal skin tents, preparing to set off back to the tribe. Seeing Damian completely drenched, a squad member found it strange and asked: "Captain, why did you go take a bath so early in the morning?"
Even though summer was approaching, it wasn’t hot enough to necessitate a morning bath like that.
Damian coughed unnaturally and said: "I felt a bit dirty, so I went to wash up briefly."
Saying that, he returned to his tent to pack his belongings, secretly cursing his useless squad members in his heart. Their captain was robbed of his virtue in the middle of the night, yet not a single one of those guys noticed a thing.
Actually, Damian knew very well that he couldn’t blame his squad members. That Sub-Beast had definitely drugged them with something that made them sleep like logs, which was why they didn’t notice the commotion in Damian’s tent.
In his heart, he raised his vigilance even higher towards the tactics of Ian’s group. It seemed that what that Sub-Beast told Ian about wanting to kidnap him wasn’t a joke. He was completely capable of doing it!
Recalling the beautiful, passionate-as-fire Sub-Beast from last night, the thing between Damian’s legs subconsciously stood up. Damian couldn’t help but clamp his legs together, rubbing his face in utter helplessness. That Sub-Beast stormed into Damian’s tent in the middle of the night and sat on him. He didn’t know how Colton did it, but Damian’s limbs went limp without a trace of strength, leaving him at the Sub-Beast’s mercy.
The first round was entirely initiated by that Sub-Beast, then came the second round, the third round...
Damian frustratingly ruffled his hair. Last night they did it three times in a row, and it wasn’t until dawn that the Sub-Beast left. Damian was still lingering with longing, ultimately having to soak in cold water to calm down. Unexpectedly, soaking in cold water was completely useless; just recalling the alluring figure and sweet moans from last night made his little brother restless.
A squad member poked his head into Damian’s tent and said: "Captain, we’ve finished packing, what are you still doing?"
Only then did Damian snap out of his shameful thoughts, coughed, and said: "I’m still uneasy about that group, let’s go back and keep watch over them. You send two people back to the tribe to report the news first."
The squad member let out an ’oh’, then went back to pass the message to everyone. Damian wished he could slap himself twice to wake up. He was so bewitched by that Sub-Beast that he forgot his way home.
"Captain, they’re back~"
A beastman who was preparing the prey for lunch caught a glimpse of the Oakstone tribe’s beastman group, which had originally left, returning and busily setting up camp not far from them. He immediately burst into laughter, turning to call Colton with a teasing tone.
Colton scratched his cheek, and after making eye contact with Ian’s blazing glare, embarrassedly turned his face away. Actually, last night Colton also felt he hadn’t played enough and was still feeling a bit regretful.
Ian gave a cold snort and said: "I don’t care how you tease him, but if it affects the squad members, I will throw you over to Oakstone for good."
"I know~" Colton giggled, hurriedly slipping away elsewhere, afraid Ian would nag further.
On the other side, the beastmen of the Oakstone tribe had also finished setting up their camp. A beastman smacked his lips and said to his companion:
"Tell me, why are they wearing those bizarre masks on their faces? It looks somewhat creepy."
His companion replied while arranging the tent: "Maybe they are too ugly and don’t dare to use their real faces to meet people."
Another beastman retorted: "Nonsense, did you see that the people wearing masks are all Sub-Beasts? Maybe they want to hide their true faces to avoid others’ prying eyes."
Damian secretly nodded. That was indeed the case; the Sub-Beast who robbed him of his virtue yesterday was incredibly beautiful, even more beautiful than any Sub-Beast Damian had ever met.
The beastman who initially brought up the topic felt a bit regretful: "You guys talking makes me so curious to know whether they are beautiful or ugly under their masks. But they are so fierce, I wouldn’t dare. Their leading Sub-Beast almost shot Brayden to death yesterday."
The beastman Brayden, who was also the beastman shot by Colton and saved by Damian, retorted with a flushed face: "How much strength could a Sub-Beast possibly have! I think he was just putting on an act. As a Sub-Beast, opening his mouth to speak so arrogantly, it truly lacks any proper decorum."
Damian’s hand, which was setting up the tent, suddenly stopped. He said coldly:
"If I hadn’t pulled you away in time yesterday, that bizarre weapon would have truly embedded into your throat. Is almost getting killed by a Sub-Beast not embarrassing enough, yet you’re still there spouting indecent words!"
The beastman scolded by Damian immediately shrank his neck, not daring to say another word. The other squad members also honestly went about their business, not daring to make any more comments about their opponents.
By noon, when both groups were cooking, the wind carried the fragrant aroma of food from Crimson’s side, making Oakstone’s side continuously swallow their saliva. Beast God, what on earth was that group cooking that smelled so good!
The Oakstone beastmen held the dry, charred, and bland pieces of roasted meat in their hands, chewing as if they were chewing on rocks and stones. They couldn’t help but constantly stretch their necks to peek over at Crimson’s campsite, their eyes so full of craving that they gulped down their saliva.
Damian sat leaning against a large oak tree, taking a bite of roasted meat, but his gaze was completely not on that fragrant pot of soup. His line of sight subconsciously glued onto the slender, graceful figure of the Sub-Beast sitting cross-legged on the rock over there.
Today, Colton wore a soft animal skin outfit that hugged his body. The wooden mask covered half of his face but highlighted his slender chin and plump red lips leisurely savoring a skewer of roasted meat. As if sensing Damian’s burning gaze, Colton tilted his head slightly to look over. The peach blossom eyes under the mask narrowed slightly with a smile; he deliberately stuck out his pink tongue to lightly lick the grease stain on the corner of his lips in an ambiguous manner.
*Boom!*
Damian’s mind instantly exploded as if struck by lightning, his ears flushing red all the way to the roots. The Snow Wolf beastman hurriedly lowered his head, so fast that the piece of meat he just swallowed almost choked his throat.
Damian hurriedly picked up his water cup and gulped it down.
On the other side, seeing Damian’s flustered appearance like a pubescent boy, Colton laughed so hard his shoulders shook. Ian sitting next to him shot him a sharp glare: "He is a decent beastman, if you only want to play around, you should say it straightforwardly, don’t hurt him."
Colton rubbed his shoulder, lazily stretched, and giggled: "What playing around, I’ve got my eyes on him, I definitely have to bring him back to be my lover!"
Ian secretly rolled his eyes: "It’s either a mate or nothing, what the hell is a lover! Let me tell you beforehand, that guy is very stubborn, be careful he might come to your door and make a scene!"
A few other squad members chimed in: "Captain, he is a level four beastman, quickly catch him to be your mate. You like him anyway~"
Colton smiled, lowered his head to eat the roasted meat, hiding the melancholy in the depths of his eyes. He used to be a slave prostitute; he didn’t know how many beastmen had trampled his body. Furthermore, he couldn’t have children; what beastman would accept such a mate?
So he might as well just consider it a casual fling, and they would go their separate ways later.
After lunch, the afternoon sunlight shone down through the cool oak canopies. Ian led a few experienced warriors to survey the surrounding wastelands in search of wild wheat plants. Kaelen had said, if there was wheat in one area, there would definitely be some nearby; if they couldn’t access Oakstone’s outskirts, searching elsewhere would also work.
Seeing Ian leading his people out of the camp, Damian thought for a moment, then ordered his squad members to stay behind and keep watch, while he stood up and followed Ian’s group from a distance. He had no intention of attacking; it was just that the duty of a guard compelled him to ensure this group of strangers didn’t do anything harmful to the Oakstone tribe’s territory.
But Damian didn’t expect that just as he left the campsite about two stretches of forest path, a silhouette lightly jumped down from a towering oak branch, blocking his path.
The forest wind blew past, fluttering the soft strands of hair behind the wooden mask. Colton crossed his arms over his chest, leaning his back against the oak trunk, tilting his head to look at him with a provocative half-smile:
"Silly Wolf, what are you following my tribe’s people for? Or is it... you want to find me to reminisce about the past?"
Damian’s entire body stiffened. At such a close distance, the gentle floral scent mixed with a unique charm on Colton’s body rushed straight into his nose. The beastman’s heart instantly pounded erratically like a beating drum, and the scar on his left eye twitched unnaturally.
Damian took a half step back, his hands behind his back subconsciously clenching tight, his hoarse voice trying to maintain its authority: "You... don’t spout nonsense! I am just carrying out the duty of guarding the Oakstone tribe’s territory."
Colton slowly stepped closer, each step acting like an invisible gravitational pull stretching Damian’s nerves taut. He extended a fair index finger, unabashedly poking at the firm, bulging chest under Damian’s animal skin coat.
"This place isn’t the Oakstone tribe’s territory, don’t make excuses." The soft hand lightly slid down, placing itself on what was gradually rising beneath the animal skin, and gave a light scratch: "Do you really not remember me?"
"You...!" Damian was so embarrassed that his breathing was about to become chaotic, hurriedly grabbing Colton’s wrist to push it away. But the moment their skin touched, the softness and coolness transmitting from the Sub-Beast’s hand made his pushing force naturally weaken significantly, completely lacking any persuasive power.
Damian gritted his teeth, lowering his voice into a growl: "Sub-Beast! Do you know what shame is?! Last night you secretly drugged me, forcing me to do that shameless thing. Now you even dare to block my path and spout frivolous words. Don’t think I wouldn’t dare to lay a hand on a Sub-Beast!"
Colton wasn’t scared at all; on the contrary, he pressed closely into his embrace, standing on his tiptoes to lean close to Damian’s ear, his warm breath fanning against the beastman’s sensitive earlobe:
"Oh? Lay a hand how? Like the way you pinned me down on the animal skin mattress last night and laid your hands on me? If it’s that kind of laying hands, I am very willing~"
"You are truly... shameless!" Damian was so angry he choked, his chest heaving violently.
From childhood to adulthood living in the Oakstone tribe, the Sub-Beasts here were either haughty, bashful, or shrewish; he had never seen a Sub-Beast so bold, wild, and completely unreserved like him!
