Rafe wasn’t actually that far away.
It wasn’t really a matter of distance; he had genuinely just gone to use the restroom. Since he only had to turn the corner around the building, he was practically within stumbling distance.
"Why couldn’t he be somewhere closer, like right next to me! Why go around in circles like this?"
However, Urga, whose mood had been foully spoiled by the courtship of some unworthy male, was fuming as if even this short distance was a marathon.
In the animal kingdom, it is common for multiple males to cling to an attractive female. The strongest male claims the superior breeding stock—this is the providence of nature passed down since time immemorial.
Translated into human terms, this meant that to the civilized people here, Urga was seen as an incredibly attractive female. And Urga knew this fact very well.
But right now, there was only one reason why Urga was angrier than anything else.
"It’s bad enough he dared to look down on my Darling, but did I not look like my Darling’s female? He must have seen us! I clearly showed us hanging out together, rubbing our bodies against each other!"
What on earth was lacking? Why did that bastard appear and start spouting bullshit about courtship to a female who clearly already had a mate?
Did this Grey Wolf, Urga, look like some cheap slut who would spread her legs for just anyone?
It was the ultimate insult to treat the great Urga as some faithless, loose sow who would wag her tail and follow anyone just because they tried to seduce her.
The moment that angered her the most was just a moment ago. When she told that clueless male trying to pick her up that her body already had an owner, he had looked shocked.
Of course, the man was surprised because he didn’t expect such a young and beautiful woman like Urga to be taken, but that was strictly from a modern person’s perspective.
For Urga, who had just made her debut in modern society today, such nuances didn’t apply.
That was why Urga thought she had signaled more than enough that she and Rafe had a special relationship even before entering the café.
"I showed everyone everything! I walked around with my Darling on top of me! I carried him on my shoulders like a baby so his legs wouldn’t hurt! I displayed it all!"
And yet, he didn’t see her as Rafe’s female and tried to pull that shit?
"This is all Darling’s fault. If he had just groped my tits right there earlier, this wouldn’t have happened. I should just let him fuck me senseless right here..."
Of course, she was so pissed off she felt like devouring him—sexually—but contrary to her wild thoughts, Urga simply squatted in front of the restroom door Rafe had entered and let out a deep sigh.
What the hell did she have to do to make herself look like his female?
Should she just strip stark naked and mate with him right here like that bitch Eleonora?
No, even for her, that was a bit much.
But if she didn’t imprint it clearly like that, flies were sure to buzz around her again. What was she supposed to do?
Woof-woof!
—Why is he always like this when we come here? No!
"Why is that damn dog doing that in front of me..."
Unaware of Urga’s inner turmoil, a middle-aged woman, presumably the owner, was tugging at the leash of a pet dog that was marking its territory on a telephone pole right in front of her.
Perhaps seeing this sparked an idea. Instead of shouting in annoyance, Urga just blinked her eyes, watching them intently.
And at that moment.
"Huh? What are you doing here?"
"Uhyak?!"
The bathroom door suddenly swung open. Urga jumped up in surprise at the sight of her male, Rafe, appearing with his hands still wet.
"Did you need to use the bathroom urgently too, Big Sis? The building is a bit old, so it’s unisex... Um, if you just think of it like using the toilet together at home...?"
"..."
Rafe babbled on, explaining this and that without knowing what was going on inside her head. Urga didn’t answer; she just cast her eyes downward as if deep in thought.
"Big Sis? Did something happen? Why do you look so..."
Looking at Rafe, who gazed at her with concern and took her hands, Urga stared blankly for a moment before bursting into a smirk.
Suddenly, she took off the sunglasses she was wearing and placed them on his face.
"Big Sis?"
"My Darling gave these to me as a gift, but... well, suddenly blocking out the sunlight meant I couldn’t see you properly..."
She stared intently at him through her uniquely fierce eyes, but Rafe only looked back at her as if asking if something was wrong.
"Right, my Darling is this kind of male. This is how my Darling, my male, should be!"
"What is?"
At this, Urga let out a small sigh—Phew—and then smiled so widely it looked like her mouth would tear. She immediately grabbed his hand tight and started dragging him.
"???"
"Haha, knowing how to worry about this Urga... my Darling is quite admirable, aren’t you?"
"Well, naturally..."
"Just come here for a second."
Did something really happen? Rafe, having no clue, let himself be dragged along.
"What’s wrong?"
"Nothing. I just need to take a piss, and I thought since we’re at it, I’d give my Darling a good show."
"Huh?"
Piss? A good show?
Is she thinking what he thinks she’s thinking?
While Rafe tilted his head in confusion, Urga found a spot with no people.
Soon, the man and woman headed into a back alley lined with dilapidated houses marked for demolition—a setting ill-suited for the downtown area—and she pulled him inside.
It was a place hard to find for someone new to the area. However, because Rafe had intentionally chosen a café in a secluded spot earlier to avoid people’s eyes when Urga was carrying him on her shoulders, they weren’t far from this derelict zone.
Few people, complex pathways. It was the optimal location for a secret, erotic tryst between a man and a woman.
After dragging him for a while, Urga looked around briefly, then hugged him and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
"Did something really happen?"
"Not really. Aside from that coffee or whatever tasting so bitter it pissed me off?!"
Then, nonchalantly, she shoved her hotpants and panties down all at once, revealing her bare buttocks and her pussy, with black pubic hair.
Rafe flinched at Urga’s sudden, unannounced exposure.
"There’s no one here, right? This Urga doesn’t like catching the eyes of others like that bitch does."
"Then why...?"
"Just because? Earlier, my Darling asked to be let down, but I felt sorry for carrying you around like a horse. So, this is a sign of apology... I thought you might like watching me take a piss..."
After all, my Darling loves perverted things like this!
In her hometown, urinating anywhere that’s a little secluded was common. Unlike civilized people, they didn’t have a specific concept of a restroom.
But this was strictly a civilized society, where laws and morals existed. Unlike her sparsely populated homeland, the population density here was high. Even if this was a back alley with few pedestrians, it was still just ’few’—not ’none,’ as Urga had claimed.
"Ah, fuck. There’s a bastard peeping over there..."
It didn’t seem to be the guy from earlier who followed them from the start.
Maybe he saw her walking alone when she left the café, or maybe he followed them seeing her dragging Rafe into a secluded spot, hoping to catch a good show. Whatever the case, he was there.
But this turned out well.
Although she felt a murderous urge at the thought of showing her ass to a male other than him, at least this was a chance to let that pathetic male know just how superior her mate was.
So, Urga glared fiercely, acting like a female knight captured by an enemy, directing her performance at Rafe, who had forced her into this perverted act.
"Are you imitating Eleonora now?"
What’s gotten into her?
Rafe smirked at Urga, who had suddenly started a ’Captured Knightess’ roleplay. Urga growled louder in response, but in reality, it was an intimidation tactic aimed at the male peeping from the shadows.
—!!
The killing intent was so potent that sparrows sitting on the street trees nearby hurriedly took flight, and the man peeking from the corner of the alley fell back in shock and scrambled away.
"Heh heh, the noble Grey Wolf pissing in front of a male... Is this a sign of submission?"
"Huuuugh..."
However, Rafe, standing right in front of her, paid no mind to Urga’s fierce killing intent.
Instead, as if her current state was insufficient, he nonchalantly lifted her tank top, exposing her breasts.
"That bitch Eleonora is the same. Why are females with a bit of skill always so prideful...? In the end, they’re nothing but sows who do nothing but squeal and moan ahhn, ahhn once a thick cock is rammed deep inside their cunts."
And as the finishing touch, his eyes revealed a sticky possessiveness and desire for conquest directed solely at her.
Of course, Urga knew this was part of the roleplay, just him playing along. But seeing Rafe look down on her with those true male eyes made her face flush red for real.
’Yes, this is how my male should be! The male chosen by the great Urga, the male who can use me as his breeding stock, must be like this!’
The moment that gaze struck her, her heart began to pound like crazy. Her womb, her spokesperson, twitched her pussy lips open and shut, appealing to her desire to bear his child.
Yes, this is it. This is truly her male!
That attitude that says, ’So what if you’re a fierce female? If you’re a female, act like one and spread your legs!’
The brazenness of grabbing a woman’s hair as if to remind her, ’Don’t forget you are my bitch!’
A male who can nonchalantly counter her glares and tantrums is the only one fit to be her mate. The sensation of his hand gripping her hair sent a thrill through her entire body like an electric shock, reinforcing the reality that she was his female.
"Kuh, uhh..."
Whatever happened at the café had completely vanished from her mind. Urga rejoiced, watching Rafe smirk at his reward.
Whether he knew Urga’s heart or not, Rafe, gripping the hair of Urga who looked up at him with hazy, lust-filled eyes, sneered despicably like a jailer interrogating a prisoner in his cell.
"You’re getting turned on in a situation like this? Well, unless you were a pervert, you wouldn’t bare your pussy and piss in a place like this."
"Hehe, and yet you’re getting a hard-on seeing me like this."
Anyone could see they were saying things that didn’t match their true feelings. Urga giggled as Rafe grabbed both her hands and placed them behind her head. Rafe spoke awkwardly at her reaction.
"...Is the roleplay over already?"
"How well did you think I could imitate that bitch anyway? I just wanted to show you... what was it? That tri... tri... what?"
"Trigger?"
"Yeah! That, that!"
’Looking at him like this, he’s just a hopelessly cute male again...’
Seeing the male of males, who hid a greedy nature within, smile sheepishly, Urga chuckled. She kept her hands behind her head as he ordered and spread her legs wide, proudly displaying herself.
Because he wanted to see it.
Because he wanted to see this noble Grey Wolf in the most humiliating state possible, taking a piss.
She didn’t particularly want to do it, but if her male desired it so fervently, wasn’t it the duty of excellent breeding stock to respond to her male’s perverted demands?
"Because of my perverted Darling, this Urga has to do something like this. You better be grateful, got it?"
"No, wait, Big Sis, you were the one who suggested it first..."
"Shut up!"
How dare he speak the truth!
Even she had to admit it was brazen of the one who dragged him here to shout like that.
"Now, watch carefully... Watch this Urga pissing... outside, not at home, in a place where other humans might pass by... Kuhuu..."
Pshhhhhhhh—
Before she could even finish speaking, Urga’s body shuddered as a stream of urine began to expel from her urethra.
"Yes, look closer. Seeing this Urga pissing in such a disgraceful manner... it’s not something you can see every day..."
"Eleonora does it every morning, though?"
"That’s because that bitch is weird!"
Despite her words, Urga was clearly conscious of how Eleonora had looked this morning—poised in a sensuous posture as if defecating, but expelling semen from her asshole instead. Subtly, Urga spread her legs even wider.
She began to show her male the sight of her pussy pissing in full, unadulterated detail.
And after about five seconds passed...
Urga’s face slowly began to turn bright red.