My Life as a Beast Keeper

---- Chapter 15 I continued, "The problem is, there's a large number of unadopted beastkin. If nobody steps in, they'll be euthanized." I pushed the documents to Clayton. "So I applied via the company, chipped in some of my own funds, and turned this into our own public welfare project. We've even got a dedicated rescue center. I'm handing over the management of the rescue center to you. What do you say?" I smiled smugly. "You already know that I used to have shady links. We shady folk stick together, and we're all about loyalty.

He stared at me blankly for a long moment before finally snapping out of it. Suddenly, he leaned down, cupped the back of my neck, and kissed me. This kiss was different from before. There was no awkward probing, no tentative attempts to please. There was only a sincerity so intense, as if he wanted to offer himself to me completely. The afternoon sun fell on him at an angle, bathing the silvery-white fur on the tips of his ears in a warm, golden glow. ---- "Layla," he murmured, resting his forehead against mine, his breath warm.

"How can I ever repay you?" I looked up at his reddened eyes and smiled slyly. "It's simple. All I want is your lifelong loyalty." Clayton's POV I've encountered another pervert, but this one was incredibly beautiful. A lowly beastkin like me could've been adopted for free at any adoption center, but she actually spent 5800 dollars to buy me. She glanced at my medical report, quickly transferred the money, and then grabbed my collar. I'd encountered many humans. Those who demanded medical reports were usually the cruelest.

They always inflicted the most excruciating pain within my known endurance levels, leaving me with neither the will to live nor the will to die. In her super car, my gaze involuntarily landed on her red- soled heels. They were easily two to three inches tall. Soon, those were ---- likely going to be embedded in my body. I lowered my gaze to study her. The woman was slender and fair. If I were to resist with all my might, the restraints wouldn't have held me back. Yet, the cost of harming humans was too high. I couldn't endure that a second time.

But I was going to resist, even if it cost me my life. She offered no instructions when we reached the hotel, and I merely stood there in silence. I didn't know if it was out of fear, but I felt a bit numb. She emerged wrapped in a towel and asked softly, "Would you like to take a shower too?" Based on my past experiences, the gentler they were, the more twisted they tended to be. She was really turning up the charm. Alright, I suppose I was a little scared. This beautiful woman's perversion might've been beyond my imagining. ---- I was savoring the rare warmth of the water sliding down.

my body, pondering if I was going to meet my end at her hands, when the bathroom door suddenly swung open. Was it time? Iclenched my arms, ready to fight back at any moment. The next moment, her slender, fair arms were wrapped around my waist. I felt an unbearably intense tingling at the site of my injury. I couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?" "Venting," she replied. It finally dawned on me that she was kissing me. Did she think that was venting? I should've explained, but I was so addicted to her soft touches. She was truly inexperienced.

Few would've chosen to lose their virginity to a beastkin. There was a... mismatch in size. Yet, her body seemed to truly crave me. I even had to brace my arms to keep her from sitting down. ---- I kept insisting I was a lowly beastkin and that she deserved better.