UR Chapter 15

Chapter 15

“Kitty?”

「Kitty? How rude, coming from a little dog. There’s an old tale about a tiger who dipped a dog in sesame oil and swallowed it in one bite. Looks like this pup’s completely lost his sense of fear just because Tiger-nim found him cute and called him ‘baby student’.」

The North Wind muttered smugly into Beom-ho’s fluffy ear.

「I really wish you’d shut up.」

Beom-ho grumbled in his thoughts, lazily swatting his thick front paw through the air to drive the wind away.

「Why? ‘Kitty’ is actually a derogatory term for cats, you know. According to SpiritWiki, Chapter 1: ‘Felines’—」

What nonsense…

「Cut the crap and leave.」

Beom-ho’s sharp gaze narrowed, and he let out a low, rumbling growl of warning.
Even experts in the carnivorous feline order struggled to distinguish species by appearance alone.

“…Ki… Kitty?”

The man crouched down, hesitantly whispering with a serious expression.

The man hesitated, muttering the word with a serious face as he crouched down.

‘Me?’

Eun Beom-ho tilted his head, wondering what the man meant.

‘…No way, is he calling me?’

He quietly recalled all the names people had used to refer to him in the past.

Fatty. Chunky kitty. Preggo kitty. Loaf cat.

It wasn’t surprising—plenty of humans had called him “cat” before, but it was always in reference to his hefty size.
But Kitty?

No one had ever called him something that… cute—and honestly, so unfitting.

‘How cute.’

Eun Beom-ho let out a small chuckle. A delicious scent was wafting from the adorable dog beastman.

It was the kind of smell that came from the genitals when someone was in heat and wanted to mate right away. A salty and tangy scent that leaked between the genitals when there was attraction toward a partner.

What if I did?
He had such a gentle-looking face, but they said it’s always the ones like that who get more aggressive when they go into heat.
With such a pretty face… those red lips… crying or panting…
If I pinned him down from above, how dirty would his voice sound?

He cautiously reached out a front paw.

“W-Weoong?”

The man crouched down to meet his gaze, and an utterly unexpected word popped out of his mouth.

‘…What?’

For a moment, Eun Beom-ho’s black pupils glittered and narrowed sharply. Sure, he had wagged his tail first, but he hadn’t expected such a bold response to come so quickly.

Weoong?

It was a shockingly provocative and explicit word—one that had even ranked #1 on SpiritWiki’s list of “Words Young Underage Beasts Must Never Use.”

‘Let’s mate.’

Weong and Weoong are different.

Weong means “damn” in human language, but Weoong means “let’s mate.”

Beom-ho swallowed hard.
Tiger beastmen were, by nature, monogamous when it came to mating. And yet—he’d just heard those words from someone he actually liked.

His rough tongue grazed over his fangs as they unconsciously began to peek out, sharp and gleaming.

The confession had been so bold, so unexpected, it nearly made his eyes pop out.

But what had that Baby Student said?

Right—he said he wasn’t a baby.

He was of mating age, so… it should be fine.

Beom-ho’s heart fluttered like a heat haze.

He did like him.

A pretty little puppy, that one.

He smelled sweet, toasty, and just faintly tangy—like the scent of a young dog’s fur, especially near the crown of his head.

When he had looked up at him, lips twitching as he whispered, “I like strawberry flavor,”

Beom-ho had been so tempted—so deeply tempted—to lick those lips.

He’d even sneaked a glance at the name tag, wondering if maybe—just maybe—they had some kind of connection.
But to jump straight to mating?

Eun Beom-ho completely forgot he wasn’t in his human form.

Then, putting strength into his front paw that had been retreating, he began to scrape the dirt floor and gave a firm nod.

“Waahk.”

Alright. Let’s do it. I like you too.

“You’re really big, kitty.”

Beom-ho blinked slowly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

The sweet voice coaxing him to mate was crystal clear.

Those eyes, turning up so prettily with a blush beneath them, seduced Eun Beom-ho in the most enticing way.

That sweet and toasty scent wafted thickly from the man’s most intimate places.

In short, the man smelled like pure temptation.

A strange kind of tension—something he’d never felt before—spread softly like a shimmering heat haze, making Beom-ho’s ears perk up.

“Weoong.”

I like you too, Baby Student.

A dignified yet playful feline cry slipped from his mouth, and his large front paws stepped forward, swaying gracefully through the breeze.

Before he knew it, his bright golden eyes were glowing, flickering coyly as they wandered back and forth around the man.

‘Perfect.’

Beom-ho glanced down at his own shadow cast beneath the moonlight.

He was a brave little tiger cub—one who had never once doubted his own magnificence.

His chest fur puffed out, full of excitement, as he subtly flaunted his masculine pride.

“What’s our pretty one’s name?”

The Baby Student gave a shy, bashful smile.

Watching those pink lips twitch and move, licking slightly at the corners, Beom-ho could almost smell a faint, teasingly sticky, seductive scent slipping out from between them.

Eun Beom-ho flared his damp nose, taking in the man’s scent to his heart’s content.

They said heat was always triggered by the partner’s presence.
Until now—whether it was beastman or human—Beom-ho had never felt aroused by anyone, never gotten himself into any trouble.

But this was different.

Because the one who’d asked to mate was the Baby Student.
And judging from the scent slowly wafting off him, the Baby Student was nearing his own heat too.

‘Alright. I’ve never done it before, but…’

The shy smile on his face seemed to glow with a radiant charm—so plump and full of life, like a field mouse fattened up in the warmth of spring.

Beom-ho had the sudden urge to open wide and swallow him whole… but worried he might miss the feel of that tender-looking skin.

Then maybe he should peel him slowly… savor him gently.
What would the texture of that pale flesh be like once unwrapped?
Would it taste like strawberries?

If he licked and wet him thoroughly—lazily, until he was flushed red and swollen—perhaps the flavor would grow even sweeter.

Beom-ho imagined it vividly… and lifted his tongue to slowly drag it across his upper lip.

‘This is already feeling good from the start. Looks like I’ll have to give it my all.’

“……”

A tiger in heat didn’t just leap on their partner out of nowhere and try to mount them.

Every species was different, but in the case of tiger beastmen—who often had large builds and could harbor aggressive instincts—they were strictly trained to take their time with the first encounter and extend the courtship period.

Eun Beom-ho was no exception.

He began to sway his tail gently as he circled slowly around the man.

He brushed his scent onto the edge of his collar, rubbed his golden fur against him.

Moving carefully, thoroughly—he kept up his courtship with focus and intent.

All to win over the man whose body was already giving off the scent of heat… and to earn his permission to touch.

‘You like me, don’t you? You said I was pretty and asked to mate.’

Beom-ho rubbed against him with all the devotion he could muster, and the man responded so naturally—it was as if he understood the courtship completely.

Blink.

And then, he even went so far as to initiate an unmistakably bold eye kiss.

A fiery, sweet little sign of submission, full of affection.

He smiled gently, then locked eyes with Beom-ho.

Unlike other species, he didn’t show fear or try to avoid the gaze—instead, he batted his eyes sweetly, his soft brown lashes lowering slowly… then rising again.

There was a shimmer deep within his clear gaze, a sparkle like light rippling over water.

Those eyes didn’t turn away, didn’t flinch—they met Beom-ho’s head-on, offering up the most tender, loving eye kiss.

「So this is your type, Tiger-nim —and you’re already making your move!」

He’d said if they did this again, he wouldn’t let it slide—but the winds murmured like they’d been waiting for this.

This time, it wasn’t the annoying North Wind.

A small West Wind, with a fluttery voice full of excitement, let out a dreamy sigh—clearly it had been watching for a while.

An eye kiss was a form of love.

Among animals, it was a sacred and devoted gesture—an act filled with reverence.

It was a temptation on par with a kiss shared between humans, maybe even akin to an act of love.

Or… was it a confession of affection?

「This isn’t just a front-row seat to a romance—it’s a live front-row seat! I’m so lucky!!」

Normally, he would’ve chased all the winds away—but this time, the West Wind’s giddy rambling didn’t even register in his ears.

To him, it just felt like a soft, pleasant breeze of love drifting by.

That lukewarm air brushed past his cheek, and though it was only the wind… under the fluff of his puffed-up chest fur, he felt an odd, ticklish warmth stir.

Eun Beom-ho felt strange.

“Weoong.”

Beom-ho moved slowly, deliberately.

He lifted a thick paw and began to gently explore him, here and there.

The man now carried not only Beom-ho’s scent but the subtle heat-scent of someone going into rut—it clung and mingled together.

Ah, what was this?

It was sweet.

Eun Beom-ho rubbed his soft fur briskly, then inched his way closer—toward the man’s waist.

“Your name… I see, so you’re Weoong?”

To ask to mate again—he was a surprisingly bold little puppy beastman.

And for such persistence, he deserved a proper response.

Eun Beom-ho nodded, as if entranced.

‘That should be enough courting… right?’

“Weoong?”

Shall I?

Beom-ho tilted his head, flaring his nostrils as he nosed between the man’s spine and hips.

From deep between his thighs and the curve of his rear, the thick scent of heat poured out—salty, tangy, and unmistakable.

It trailed along the edge of Beom-ho’s sensitive nose, shooting all the way down his spine with a jolt, leaving behind a craving, irresistible aroma that leaked in steady waves.

‘I want to lick it.’

He sniffed instinctively, working his moist nose busily like it had a will of its own.

Where was it…? Where exactly?

Eun Beom-ho, now like a true feline, obsessively tracked the source of the scent.

Then it came into view—a soft curve, hidden beneath clothing, nestled in the dip of those plump hips.

Ah, there.

That’s where this sinful scent was coming from.

He pressed his nose in, slipping his cheek slowly between the man’s rear and the ground.

Hooom, he inhaled deeply, drawing in that thick scent with everything he had.
It was intoxicating.

Half-human he may be, but the other half—the beast within—wavered precariously, teetering like a seesaw on the edge of instinct.

And Eun Beom-ho, without even realizing it, trembled as if utterly drunk on that overwhelming smell.

“W-What? Hey, wait… what are you doing…?!”

He let out a soft, suggestive moan as his back arched.

With a breathy ahh, his panting exhale carried a sweet, heady scent.

That was the moment.

That moan—it was like a signal flare.

And before he even realized it, Eun Beom-ho had fully become a beast.

Without hesitation, he buried his head and began to lick madly between the thick, heated valley.

“Ugh—h-hey… ah!”

There was still clothing between his tongue and the curve of his body, acting as a barrier.

But that wasn’t strange. Tigers were part of the feline family, and grooming the hidden areas between their own fur was second nature to them.

For feline beastmen, licking and grooming the area around their partner’s rear was actually a form of affection.

Though he had beast blood, he was still part human—so licking over the clothes was not a problem.

Beom-ho buried his nose persistently between the man’s hips, rubbing in careful, deliberate motions.

Before actually mounting their partner, grooming around the genitals was considered an essential step.

‘He’s wet.’

“Ugh… hnn…”

Before he knew it, the lewd scent of skin had grown even thicker beneath the stiff layer of clothing.

The man’s spine dipped, visibly twitching, and a soft, breathy groan—haaah—escaped as if he were struggling to endure it.

Persistently licking and rubbing here and there, the baby student’s body responds steadily. It was very appetizing, naughty, and a cute body that could feel well.

‘Now-‘

It was the moment when I tried to taste the insides of the baby student’s flat stomach with my thick front paw.

“Stop… ah!”

Flash!

In that instant, his vision went black—then slowly, light began to seep back in.

What met Beom-ho’s eyes wasn’t the soft, pale belly he’d expected… but the white palm of the Baby Student’s hand.