A Transmigrator's Secret

Chapter 19

Breathing was like walking on ice, especially when a beast's snout was sniffing aggressively around my neck.

Although its familiar scent was uncanny, I found it soothing in my nose. Very uncanny.

Seconds later, it did something I didn't expect would happen to me.

It peed on me!

Warm, yellow urine splashed like a man-made fountain over my body.

I gagged on reflex. I never felt so disgusted in my entire life!

I covered my face and shut my eyes and mouth.

Who would want a taste of it? I'm not that desperate to quench my thirst.

My ceaseless gagging urges me to vomit.

"F*ck!" I yelled after it was done.

The fact that my swearing raged the beast close to my face makes me believe that he did not appreciate it.

Its saliva splattered on my hands instead of my face. It was a close call.

Why the would this beast urinate on me? I am not a fire hydrant!

I did my best to relax as I took calming breaths. I lowered my hands from my face and made eye contact. It's angry eyes did not leave mine. We stayed that way for a while.

I went stiff when it started to sniff me.

Should I fight with it? But this one is too freaking huge! Does his warrior army usually seem so huge and dominant?

The length of its black claws was the same as my forearm. If it were to flick me, I would be split in half instantly. Who does not cower at that?

I contemplated fighting back since I was still in their territory; others might notice the shift in ambiance, and it would be impossible to survive fighting against a kingdom of Lycans.

But in my case, should I at least face his minions first before this thing? I believe he's one of the final bosses, for goodness sake!

After the lycan was done with its obsessive sniffing, it stood on its long, hind, and hairy legs.

The thing is freakishly massive!

It was only a short relief for me; I thought it would leave me be. But it took hold of my foot and hoisted me onto its back.

I yelped loudly and tried to catch my breath.

For sure, it is taking me to its king!

"No! Let me go!"

Squirming and shouting only resulted in a cold shoulder. I did my best to use my other leg to kick him, but it was futile.

This beast is ripped! It's not even bothered with my antics. Later then, I felt lethargic all of a sudden.

Every time it walks, my head bumps its muscular back. A headache would come over me if this went on for too long.

This beast was too strong. I could feel it. Maybe because of its oozing dominance, it was sucking my energy away.

I could use my crystals to stab him, but I am afraid that others might be watching us from afar. Risking would mean being strangers with peace in the future. But while being a slave here proves otherwise.

However, it would cost me my life.

Aahhh! What to do?

I could do nothing but get dangled and get dizzy.

As we neared the clearing and passed by more of his people, specifically warriors who were drooling-worthy shirtless, they kneeled and bowed at us.

My mouth hung open, which made me dumbfounded for seconds.

Then realization hit me.

Not a single person I saw batted an eye over us while this Lycan proudly prancing towards the sad, gothic-like castle.

The urge to puke was unstoppable. I hadn't cleaned my mouth in days, and the image of that guy's medicine made it all worse.

I vomited on my side because I was unable to hold it any longer. Thank goodness my hair was braided, or I would have troubled myself with my bile.

The sickening part was that the Lycan did not stop there and acted as if it had never happened to me.

I could not bring myself to care any longer too. My eyelids were getting heavier as the dizziness became oppressive.

Perhaps closing my eyes for a while would make me feel better.

"Aaahhh!" I landed on a soft mattress as my body slightly bounced.

It just threw me on the bed. It is a good thing that none of the bed's wooden pillars struck my head, or it could have really given me a concussion.

I am merely treated as a ragdoll by this beast. How unfortunate of me.

By the time I was about to protest, it was hovering above me in record time and growling while sniffing my neck. I hid my face once more. It was the best option I could think of, and I curled myself into a fatal position.

I focused on my breathing and heartbeat. Who knows? This might be my final day.

Then, all of a sudden, it became silent. I could no longer hear the rough sniffle of the Lycan or the cold, wet snout assaulting my neck.

I peeked in one eye and confirmed that I was alone on the bed. I did a double check after that.

"Surprising, isn't it?"

My head snapped to my right, where the voice demanded attention. I tried to calm my fast-beating heart.

Damn.

I was more surprised to hear his voice. I found him sitting on the sofa with his legs spread apart and his arms resting on the golden armchairs. He looked tired, but that does not excuse his handsomeness.

He is half naked and shamelessly displaying his chest full of masculinity.

Ugh! My heart! Lord, have mercy.

I clutched my shirt next to my heart.

Why must he have to muddle my thoughts with his alluring masculinity?

What is this godly scene right before me? Are the reapers trying to take my soul from gawking?

And did I forget to mention how hot he looks with those messy locks? Look at this man! He is super hot, and for the first time today, he is burning me alive with his presence.

Oh sh*t!

He makes me want to rape him.