Chapter 5

Suddenly, the beast's gaze grew sharp and hostile.

The night before we came, Scarlett had told me that no matter how ferocious a beast was, once you mounted it, it would become completely submissive. It would obey your every whim.

They knew how to pleasure a woman far better than any human man could.

But this beast seemed different from what Scarlett had described.

Was I not giving him the right signals?

With that thought, I shifted my position. Perhaps he preferred a different angle.

Since he was a new arrival, maybe his preferences were unique.

But no matter how I adjusted, he remained completely still, shaking his head aggressively at me. I was starting to lose my patience. If he refused to cooperate, how was I supposed to get beautiful?

Frustrated, I stood up and kicked the beast's side in a fit of anger.

Yet, he just lay there, refusing to budge.

That was when I noticed a whip-like training toy resting in the corner of the room.

I recalled Scarlett's words.

She said that if the beast was unresponsive, I could use the props in the room to stimulate it.

These beasts were highly trained.

The moment they saw certain props, they would go wild and become fiercely active.

But she also warned me to use them sparingly, because if they went too wild, I would be the one getting hurt.

I picked up the toy. The beast immediately leapt to his feet. I thought he was finally going to cooperate, but before I could mount him, he slumped back down into his passive state.

I regretted not choosing an experienced beast.

"Listen here! My sister paid ten thousand dollars for this! If you don't cooperate, don't blame me for getting rough!"

I marched over, knelt in front of him, and smacked his head. "I know you're newly trained. I won't hurt you, just play along."

He shook his head again.

That was the last straw.

I kicked him hard, sending him rolling onto his side. This time, his belly and limbs were fully exposed.

I frowned. As I looked closer, my brows furrowed deeper.

I reached out and parted the thick, coarse fur on his chest. I gasped, stumbling backward in horror.

Why did the skin beneath the beast's fur look exactly like human flesh?

I crept forward again, checking several times. There was no mistake. It was smooth, hairless human skin beneath a grafted coat of fur.

A chilling, horrific realization began to bloom in my chest.

I pulled him up, forcing him to sit against the wall. No animal could have joints this flexible. No matter how well-trained, their anatomy shouldn't be human.

Trembling, I reached for the fur around his head and neck.

I pulled back the heavy mane.

And a human face was revealed.

The next second, my vision blurred. A cold dread washed over me, my heart stopped, and I nearly fainted on the spot.