My Life as a Beast Keeper

---- Chapter 6 Lisa wasn't foolish enough to actually come to me. Salem was still fuming. Before, during meals, he'd reluctantly sit beside me. This time, he sat right next to Lisa. He spoonfed her each mouthful of food, as if she couldn't manage on her own. I carefully removed Clayton's muzzle, revealing his exquisite yet cool features. Forget Lisa, even my parents were stunned. "Thanks." Clayton hesitated briefly before mimicking Salem and plating my food. "Copycat." Salem snorted coldly. "Layla doesn't like eggplants." I arched an eyebrow.

When Salem sat beside me, he never served me any food. Yet somehow, he remembered my preferences. "T'll keep this in mind." Clayton tightened his grip on the fork, but it snapped with a loud crack. The air grew still. Clayton's grip was indeed a bit too strong. So, whenever ---- he touched me, he made sure to be very gentle. So far, the only marks he'd left on me were a few fingerprints on my hips. They were from that first night when he "vented", gripping my waist to stop me from sitting down. T handed him a fresh fork.

"Here, use this." Dad glanced at me and said, "Perhaps Clayton should stay on the top floor." Our family lived in a three-storey villa. Dad was referring to the few spaces on the top floor, where there were a few small dark rooms. Inside them were only simple wooden plank beds. Most importantly, the doors were made of metal and could be locked from the outside. This pleased Salem again. He snorted derisively. "He should, in fact, be sleeping in a kennel." "It's no rush. He's staying with me now," I said.

"The doctor said my hormones are not balanced, so I need him around more often for now." Dad seemed a bit awkward, so Mom chimed in. "Use Salem, then. He's more... obedient. And he won't be dangerous." "He's not willing," I replied as I casually served Clayton ---- his food. "Says who?" Salem frowned. "You never approached me, so how do you know I'm unwilling?" "Really?" I looked at him in surprise. "But last time, didn't you promise Lisa that you'd wait until she turned 18?" I then played a video from that time. A few months ago, Mom and Dad organized a seven-day family trip to help us bond.

On the day we pitched our tents to camp, we'd all had too much to drink. Lisa and I were addressing each other with such deep, sisterly affection. Mom and Dad were so happy that they went straight to bed. When I came back from my smoke, I saw Lisa in my tent. The campfire had gone out, and only a small lamp lit up the darkness. Salem lay on top of the sleeping bag I had prepared, and Lisa slowly climbed onto him, leaning down to kiss him. Their silhouettes fell upon the tent's canvas like a silent film. ---- I could see Salem patiently tucking Lisa's long hair behind her ear.

He gave Lisa a symbolic nudge and finally relented. The two then lost themselves in a passionate kiss. After that kiss, Lisa finally sat up. "Salem, can you promise me you won't touch her?" Salem hesitated. "But..." "Will you wait till I turn 18? It's only a few months away." Any beastkin engaging in relations with a human under 18 would be immediately neutralized, regardless of whether or not it was consensual. "You know I'm a clean freak. I don't like her touching you. " Lisa nuzzled his neck and pouted. "Please, Salem.

Can't we be each other's firsts?" After a long while, Salem hoarsely replied, "Alright."