WARNING: HEATED ROMANTIC TENSION, AROUSAL, ROUGH PUBLIC CONFRONTATION, AND BEAST-WORLD POSSESSIVENESS.
She stood there under the bright morning sun, her small body feeling even smaller between her three tall, muscular males, all of them shirtless with only their low hide skirts hanging on their hips, their bare chests still warm and glistening from the earlier fight.
The whole tribe was watching now, eyes wide and curious, baskets forgotten, at knives paused in mid-air, even the old aunties who had been sorting roots had stopped pretending and were staring openly.
Lin Huahua’s white rat ears twitched once, then flattened shyly against her head as a deep burning blush spread across her pale cheeks. She did not want to do this. Not here. Not in front of everyone.
But if she refused now, then Su Yanrong would escape too easily, and the old grudges would never truly end. So she took one small, shaky breath, lifted her chin just a little, and said in a voice that ca out softer than she ant, "Fine. I will do it."
Tu Xiaotao’s reddish-brown rabbit ears shot straight up in pure delight, her fluffy little tail shaking so hard it looked ready to fall off. Mao Qingyue’s long civet tail gave one slow, satisfied sway.
Lang Yinzhi’s dark wolf tail flicked once in approval. And Su Yanrong, still pinned on the ground, looked like she wanted the earth to swallow her whole.
Lin Huahua turned slowly toward her three males, her big brown eyes wide and nervous. She could not start with Feng Yiren. No.
That shaless fox was looking at her with that dark, bright hunger in his red eyes, his fox ears perked high and his red tail swishing slow and dangerous behind him, like he was already imagining pulling her close and doing far more than just kissing.
The sight made her stomach jump in a strange, warm way that scared her a little, but not in a bad way. Still, she could not handle that look right now. Not in front of the whole village.
So she stepped toward Mu Qingyi first.
The gentle deer beastman stood tall and calm, his broad bare chest rising and falling steadily, his large antlers catching the sunlight and making him look noble and strong.
His deer tail brushed softly against his leg as he looked down at her with those warm brown eyes full of quiet hope and love. He was so much taller than her, so much bigger, that Lin Huahua had to tilt her head all the way back just to et his gaze.
She reached up first and wrapped her small arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. Her fluffy white rat tail uncurled from her leg and wrapped around his thigh for balance, and Mu Qingyi’s big warm hands ca down imdiately to rest gently on her back, holding her close but never squeezing too hard.
He lowered his head a little so his chin rested on top of her soft hair, his antlers framing her small body like a protective crown, and he murmured in that deep, nurturing voice, "You do not have to do this if you are too shy, my little one. We can find another way."
But Lin Huahua shook her head against his warm bare chest, her voice muffled and shy. "No... I said I would prove it."
She had to tell him to bend lower. She rose on her tiptoes and whispered, "Lower yourself a little... please." Mu Qingyi obeyed at once, bending his tall fra so she could reach him.
Lin Huahua’s heart pounded so hard she thought everyone could hear it. She pressed her lips to his in a soft, quick kiss at first, but Mu Qingyi’s big hand ca up to cradle the back of her head gently, and he kissed her back, slow and warm and full of that calm protective caring energy that made her knees feel weak.
His mouth was gentle but sure, his bare chest warm against her small body, and for one long mont the whole village seed to disappear.
When they pulled apart, Lin Huahua’s face was burning. She felt sothing hard and hot poking against her thigh through his hide skirt, and her eyes widened in shock. He was hard. So hard.
She looked down for half a second, then quickly looked away, her fluffy white rat tail thrashing once in embarrassnt as her legs wobbled. She had to hold onto his broad bare chest with both small hands just to keep standing, her white rat ears flat against her head while she tried not to faint from pure sha.
The villagers were completely silent now, watching with wide eyes.
Tu Xiaotao let out a delighted little squeal, her rabbit ears bouncing. "See? She really did it! She is not acting anymore!"
Lang Yinzhi’s lips twitched in a rare smile, her dark tail swaying once in satisfaction. Mao Qingyue’s civet tail gave one slow, approving flick, and even Su Yanrong’s face twisted with so much jealousy that she looked ready to scream, her vulture wings twitching uselessly under the other won’s hold.
Lin Huahua’s heart was racing so fast she could barely breathe. She turned next to Hu Baiyu, expecting it to be quick and easy because he was always so sweet and calm and gentle with her.
The huge white lion beastman stood there with his white hair falling softly around his shoulders, his lion ears perked forward in shy hope, his massive bare chest rising and falling a little faster than usual. He looked like the biggest, softest, most innocent lion in the world, even though he was taller and broader than the other two.
She stepped close and hugged him first, wrapping her small arms around his waist as far as they could reach. Hu Baiyu’s big hands ca around her imdiately, so gentle and careful, and he bent down on his own so she did not have to ask. Then she rose on her tiptoes and kissed him. The kiss was so sweet it made her heart ache.
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