I woke up slowly, groggy and disoriented, my face buried in something warm, soft, and strangely plush. I blinked, trying to move, only to realize I couldn't. Something heavy pressed down on my chest, and there was this rhythmic grinding against my hips that made my brain short-circuit the second it registered.
My arms were pinned. My hips locked. My face completely smothered.
I gasped against the softness, managing to twist my head just enough to get a glimpse.
Black fur. Chains. And those unmistakable glowing yellow eyes staring down at me with that smug, predatory look.
Mochi.
She was straddling me—bare thighs wrapped tightly around my waist, her large, fur-trimmed breasts pressing down against my face, and her tail swaying lazily in the air like a satisfied cat that had cornered her prey. Her thick black hair cascaded down over her shoulders in messy waves, tickling my cheeks with every little shift of her hips.
"Master smells good in the morning," she purred, voice thick with sleepy satisfaction.
"M-Mochi?!" I choked, my voice muffled between her chest.
She didn't budge. If anything, she leaned in a little more.
"What are you doing?" I managed to gasp.
"Guarding you," she said matter-of-factly, as if I should've known already. "This is my spot now. Natural guarding position. I have to make sure none of the others claim you before I get my turn."
"Your… turn?! Mochi, this isn't—"
Before I could even finish, she rolled her hips in a slow, deliberate circle that made me bite my lip. Her rear ground down against me, and I could feel every curve, every ounce of her weight pressing into all the wrong—and horribly right—places.
"Don't move," she whispered down at me. "Or I'll wag harder."
"You're going to kill me," I groaned.
"If I wanted to kill you, Master, I'd have done it last night," she teased, lowering her chest back over my face again. "But you're lucky. I like how you taste."
My brain completely stopped at that one. I tried to sit up again, but her thighs squeezed tighter around my waist like a vice, and her claws gently tapped against my chest.
"This is comfy. Warm. I can feel your heartbeat," she murmured, nuzzling into me like I was her personal body pillow. "And mine speeds up when I'm on top of you."
I opened my mouth to protest again—but the door creaked open.
Zion.
There she stood, fully armored and wide-eyed, her expression unreadable as she took in the scene: me trapped beneath a smug wolf girl with her thighs locked around my waist and my face buried in her cleavage. Her gaze moved from my face to Mochi's grinding hips, and then back to my flushed, helpless expression.
I didn't even get a chance to say a word.
Zion silently stepped back out of the room and shut the door with the same calm professionalism she always carried on the battlefield.
Mochi didn't even flinch. In fact, she laughed.
"Oops," she said, clearly not sorry at all.
"That… looked bad," I muttered, still pinned.
"Looked accurate," she replied, rolling her hips again just to prove the point. "She's just mad she didn't think of it first."
Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, the door creaked again.
"Oh gods, no—"
Frye walked in, one eyebrow raised and a cocky grin already forming as she took in the scene. Her archer outfit was half-adjusted, her skirt sitting a little crooked and her sleeve still dangling off one shoulder. She didn't say anything for a long moment—just stared with wide, gleaming eyes.
Then: "Oh."
Her grin widened.
"Ohhh."
Mochi growled. "Close the door."
"Not a chance," Frye chirped.
And then she reached into her pouch and pulled out a glowing memory crystal. One of the ones used for map recording and tactical visuals.
"Frye, don't you dare—!"
Click.
She snapped the shot with all the pride of a trophy hunter.
"This one's going in the party album," she said proudly. "'Master caught under monster girl in the wild.'"
"You're not funny," I growled.
"Oh, I disagree," she smirked. "This is hilarious."
Mochi narrowed her glowing eyes. "Try it again, and I'll chew your bowstring into ribbons."
"Aww, big bad puppy's jealous," Frye said with mock sweetness. "You better hold him tighter, wolfie. Someone might take a morning ride while you're dozing."
"I'm already riding," Mochi said without blinking. "He just hasn't earned release privileges yet."
I groaned again and dropped my head back against the pillow, completely defeated.
Frye blew me a kiss before slipping back out of the room, laughing all the way down the hall.
Once the door was shut again, Mochi lowered her head to rest it against my chest. Her hair spilled over me like a blanket, her ears twitching with satisfaction.
"I'm not moving," she said with finality.
"And neither are you."
I wanted to argue. I really did.
But honestly?
I wasn't even sure I had the strength to try.
And I had a sinking feeling…
This was only the beginning of whatever the girls were scheming next.