The sun peeked through the wooden cracks of the village hut, but the true alarm clock was something far more intense.
"H-HYAAaaaaAAAHHHnnn~!!!"
Cian's soul nearly yeeted itself out of his body.
His eyes snapped open like a trap triggered, his entire body jolting upright—only to realize his hand was deeply buried between Shirayuki's silky thighs, his fingers pressed firmly against soft, dangerously warm fur.
Shirayuki arched instinctively, ears twitching, tail puffing up like a marshmallow on fire. Her face? Flushed red like she'd swallowed a volcano.
"A-Ah…hhHNNNNNN~! Mmmn… C-Cian~!!!"
The moan escalated like a banshee on a rollercoaster. The birds flew away. Somewhere, a tree cracked. A poor villager outside dropped his bucket and whispered, "...what unholy mating ritual was that?"
Cian, completely panicked, flung back.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?! I—I WAS JUST SLEEPING!!"
The system popped up:
> [System Message: Good morning, Pervert-sama. Hope your grip strength is maxed out.]
Shirayuki peeked over her paws, eyes watery, chest rising and falling fast.
Cian blinked at her, then slowly looked down at his own hand still very much cupping her inner thigh like it was sacred bread.
"...I—I swear this wasn't on purpose! My hand must've—drifted in my sleep!"
She gave a small whimpering whine as he let go, then—
"Fwaaaahnnnn~…"
"HAAaaa…mmnnn~…"
"STOP MOANING!!" Cian screamed, throwing a blanket over both their faces as his soul tried to respawn from embarrassment.
After the chaos of the morning moans settled, the two sat down by the warm fireplace, freshly dressed but mentally scarred. Cian let out a long sigh, trying to cool down both his face and his still-accelerated heartbeat.
But peace? Fate had other plans.
Shirayuki, still radiating innocent affection, quietly padded over, then—plop—settled herself right into Cian's lap, her tail curling up cozily.
"U-Uh…" Cian froze. His soul? Already halfway out of his body.
"Shirayuki… if you sit there, point-blank like that, something's gonna poke you real hard."
Shirayuki tilted her head in confusion. Then, eyes narrowing slightly, she gently reached back—and pointed one of her quills toward her own butt.
"Kiiih~?"
Her face asked, "Here? Like this?"
Cian coughed, face bright red. "N-Not your quills… Something way more dangerous."
Shirayuki paused, blinked innocently—then slowly realized. Her cheeks flushed again as she sat a little heavier on him by instinct.
That's when the system struck:
> [System Message: Warning. Shirayuki has initiated the event: "Lap of Doom." Activating: BONER MODE – Level 99.]
[Secondary Note: Proceeding will cause 'sudden emotional combustion.' Recommend: Cold shower or divine intervention.]
Cian groaned, throwing his head back.
"WHY DOES THIS SYSTEM EXIST JUST TO BULLY ME?!"
The aroma of freshly made soup filled the small wooden hut. Cian sat with a wooden bowl in his lap, blowing gently on a spoonful. Across from him, Shirayuki sat neatly, tail wagging with excitement, ears perked up like she was awaiting a treat.
"Alright, alright… Say ahh…" he grinned, lifting the spoon.
Shirayuki leaned in, mouth parting slightly. Nom. She swallowed and immediately looked up for more, tail thumping the ground like a drumroll.
"You're really into this, huh?" Cian chuckled, scooping another spoonful. "What are you, a beastgirl or a spoiled princess?"
[System Notification]: "Affection Level: High. Beastgirl may now follow you to the bathroom uninvited."
[System]: 'Also… can I get a spoonful of that soup? No? Cool.'
Cian sighed. "Great. Now even the system's jealous."
Shirayuki tilted her head, then licked his cheek without warning. He flinched, nearly spilling the bowl. "Oi! At least let me finish feeding you before you start treating me like dessert!"
Her tail wagged faster.
Cian wiped the soup dribble from his chin, shaking his head. "You seriously act like a puppy sometimes."
Shirayuki tilted her head again, ears twitching. Then, without warning, she stood on her knees and plopped herself into his lap, tail wagging like a metronome.
"Oi—Shirayuki? That's not a chair, that's my lap," Cian muttered, trying to stay composed as something started rising dangerously fast.
She blinked once… then slowly looked down between them. Her eyes widened slightly. Her tail froze. Then—
A sly, almost smug smile crept across her face.
[System]: "WARNING: Object beneath user detected. Threat level: STEEL PIKE."
[System]: "Suggest evasive maneuvers unless intent is mating ritual."
Cian flushed scarlet. "Y-You better not get any ideas! This is morning soup time! Not… not that time!"
Shirayuki leaned forward until her face was close—too close. Her breath was warm on his neck. Then she suddenly booped her nose against his and let out a soft, mischievous "Hmph."
Then came the chaos.
Her tail flicked behind her as she wiggled on his lap to get comfortable—unaware, or maybe very aware, of what she was doing to him.
"Y-you keep moving like that and I'll have to start charging rent!" Cian yelped.
[System]: "Lap tax activated. Emotional trauma incoming."
"Stop helping, damn it!"
After the steam had settled (and Cian's pride had barely survived), the two had their fill of breakfast and helped tidy up. Villagers gathered at the edge of the small path leading out of the forest village, many holding baskets of simple gifts—dried meat, herbs, even a stitched cloth marked with Shirayuki's pawprint.
Myra, the village elder, placed a hand on Cian's shoulder. "You brought laughter and safety to this place. You and your strange beast—no offense, miss."
Shirayuki tilted her head innocently. One child dared to hug her leg before running away giggling.
Cian smiled, slinging his bag over one shoulder. "Thank you for everything… but there's more of this world I want to see. More places to protect, mysteries to solve… and people who need help."
He glanced at Shirayuki, who beamed at him with her tail flicking proudly.
"We'll miss you!" one girl called.
"Don't die!" another added helpfully.
[System]: "Warning: World ahead is 90% more chaotic. Proceed with caution, horniness, and common sense."
Cian sighed. "Guess one out of three isn't bad."
With laughter, goodbyes, and a few tears, Cian and Shirayuki stepped onto the overgrown path leading out of the village. The wind carried a new scent—freedom, danger, and adventure.
After a few miles of wandering through mossy trails and sun-dappled woods, Cian and Shirayuki stumbled upon a pristine lake nestled between stone ridges and flowering trees. The water glistened under the afternoon sun, clear enough to see the pebbles beneath the surface.
"Alright, break time," Cian said, stretching with a sigh.
Before he could even sit, SPLASH!
Shirayuki had already leapt gracefully into the lake, diving with the elegance of a swan and the energy of a puppy. A few bubbles rose, then her silhouette darted beneath the surface with impossible agility.
Seconds later, she popped out—dripping wet, clutching a fat silver fish between her teeth, tail wagging like mad. Her dress, now soaked and clinging tightly to her form, made every curve glisten and jiggle as she paddled toward shore.
Cian's eyes widened. "T-the fish! I-I mean, good job catching dinner!"
Shirayuki proudly walked up, water dripping from her ears as she tilted her head with a smile, cheeks flushed from the cold.
[System]: "WARNING. SYSTEM HAS DETECTED 'UNSAVABLE HORNY ENERGY.' WOULD YOU LIKE TO INITIATE: COLD LAKE DUNK THERAPY?"
Cian groaned, covering his face. "That's not a real therapy…"
[System]: "It is now. Because you need it."