If You're Being Held Hostage, Wiggle the Carrot! - Chapter 44
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“Ugh, st-stop asking and just give them to me,” Ruby replied irritably, her strength to articulate further words dwindling.
Despite always being careful not to behave rudely towards Ivan, she couldn’t muster any consideration at this moment even for the sake of her clan’s salvation.
The heat brought about by the unlocking of the sealstone earring had side effects quite different from a typical heat cycle. It burned fiercely and swiftly, but its duration was shorter than a usual heat cycle. The sudden surge was unbearable.
Ruby felt a strong urge to put her finger in to scratch but couldn’t due to Ivan’s presence, which frustrated her deeply. How could he be so clueless? Perhaps he didn’t understand the physiology of females, and in mimicking a human, he had forgotten the anatomy of animal shapeshfiting species.
Ruby silently cursed Ivan and writhed in discomfort. She slightly lifted her head from the shadow covering her body. Just a while ago, seemingly on his way out, Ivan was now standing right next to the bed. His face was obscured by moistness in his eyes, making his expression hard to discern. When Ruby curiously tilted her head, his low voice drifted overhead.
“What were you planning to do with the carrots?”
Why was he asking such a thing?
“Tell me. What were you going to do with the carrot when I brought it to you?”
His low, growling voice seemed to heat things up further. It was frustrating not being able to relieve her heat despite a male being right beside her.
“W-We, uh, place carrots nearby when we go into heat,” she stammered.
It was essentially an age-old tradition that had been carried on for ages. In ancient times, there had been numerous cases of individuals dying because they didn’t receive proper care during their heat cycles. Hence, the practice of placing a whole carrot nearby as emergency food had persisted until now. It was simply a request for reassurance, so why was he asking with such aggression?
Feeling a little uncomfortable, Ruby squinted her eyes sharply at Ivan, who seemed on the verge of turning away.
His body and mouth moved of their own accord, though he knew he needed to get away from the mind-numbing female pheromones. “That damn carrot! Curse the carrot!”
Ruby’s eyes widened in disbelief at his sudden carrot-bashing. “What’s wrong with carrots?”
In response to Ruby’s question, Ivan snorted as if he couldn’t believe it. At first, mistaking his precious one for a carrot, now, feeling irritated by her attempts to cool down with a carrot, he reacted strangely. Misunderstanding the situation entirely, he slowly climbed onto the bed with a sluggish movement.
Ivan had long abandoned notions of protecting his cherished body part’s innocence and the safety of important guests. At the moment, he just wanted to punish the rambunctious rabbit and ensure no more mention of carrots in his presence.
His large hand gripped her slender ankle and pulled her closer. Ruby, pulled along, squirmed at the warmth of the contact. Although not emitting pheromones like her, the mere presence of a male was enough to stir up her heat cycle.
“I’ll give you something other than a carrot.”
“What are you talking about—”
She was cut off as his hand subtly brushed against her ankle, causing her to gasp. A hot breath escaped through her lips. Ivan’s large hands held both ankles and spread them apart. Ruby, unsure of his intentions, tried to stifle a rising whimper, wiping away the tears forming in her eyes.
Only then did she clearly see Ivan’s expression. With a cold, stern face, as their eyes met, he twisted his lips and sneered, “Since you’re here because of me, don’t you think I should take care of this?”
“…Y-You?”
As Ruby blankly mumbled her question, there was no reply. Instead, he drew closer. As his massive form neared hers, an unidentifiable sense of intimidation made her shiver.
“Wh-What pheromone is this…?”
As soon as she spread her legs, the hot pheromones hit him. He’d occasionally smelled the female pheromones of a wolf in heat, but it didn’t compare.
“Perhaps it’s because she’s a rabbit shapeshifter.”
There were very few clans capable of keeping up with rabbit species in reproduction. Considering Ruby’s strong yin, Ivan wondered if such potent pheromones were typical for her.