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"Then he petted my head! How could he pet my head right after implying we have an equal relationship? Doesn't petting someone's head mean that they are superior to you? He doesn't see me as a potential successor at all. He's the worst!" Haruo complained as he lay on my lap.

Every time he talked about his family, he couldn't control his fangs and growled unconsciously. It reminded me that Haruo was a life animal and how much he longed for the things that normal teenagers took for granted.

"I understand how you feel. Petting your head is indeed an unequal relationship, but he has to remain neutral. So that statement is more likely a father's expectation of his son. After all, the decision of whether a Beastar who achieved prominent achievements can be recognized as the Sublime Beastar is the responsibility of the council." I said as we sat by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, basked in the sunset's afterglow.

The Kashmir wool carpet on the ground was soft and comfortable, but I still preferred the warmth and rough yet delicate fur of Haruo. I wrapped one hand around Haruo's neck and let him lean back slightly, pressing his upper back against my thigh. With the other hand, I continued to stroke his head from the hair above his eyes to the back of his ears. His head was so big. Haruo relaxed and his ears flattened against his head.

"Neutral my ass." Haruo retorted, "Back then, Yafya acted like he would kick the ass of anyone who dared to reject his recommendation, and that's how somebeast got into his position."

As I continued to soothe him, his tone gradually became calmer and he closed his eyes. I continued stroking his head and scratching the back of his ear.

"Do you really want other animals to talk behind your back, saying that you became the Sublime Beastar only because of him? You'll always be living in his shadow." Haruo exhaled twice and then rubbed his head against my stomach, taking a deep sniff.

"Hmph," he chuckled softly, indicating his understanding. This big, stupid wolf was surprisingly perceptive. Life animals have a natural aversion to exposing their bellies, a vulnerable position that can be easily targeted. If they have any hesitation, they won't put themselves in that position.

Maybe that's why I always liked rubbing his belly. Of course, the sturdy and rippling abs were also a big plus. But when he wriggled a little because he was ticklish and occasionally wagged his tail, it was too cute, and I just wanted to see him hold his tail between his legs and look at me with those eyes full of tears and begging me stop.

What is the grey wolf, who exposes his belly to me, a red deer, really thinking? Is this an imprint behavior that started since the incident in the Black Forest? If so, is our relationship unhealthy? Why am I even caring about what other animals think? It's abnormal in their eyes no matter how I look at it. His unguarded smile is genuine.

While stroking Haruo's cheeks and the hair on both sides of his snout, I pondered. The itchy sensation made him smile again. Damn it, he always manages to arouse my deepest desires when he makes that happy expression.

Although he never reveals his true emotions to other animals, why can he trust me? Is it because we know each other's darkest secrets and can tolerate each other in the shadows where the light cannot reach? Is this the consolation between a lonely wolf and a lonely deer in a foreign land?

Haruo occasionally managed to make friends, though usually no more than one at a time, and these friendships often ended when he lost interest. How to put it? Once he realized, “So that’s all there is to it,” or, “Oh, you’re just like that,” the lack of mystery to uncover would bring the interaction to a halt. If someone was simply “ordinary,” they would inevitably drift apart, driven by an unspoken sense of distance. And farewells were the one thing Haruo was worst at.

This may be difficult for ordinary animals to understand, but I understand the feeling of being a stranger no matter where I am. I just prefer to speak with a pure accent and authentic language, so that I can be mistaken for a member of the same group of animals, which makes me feel less lonely at times.

As I stroked the hair between his chest and belly, feeling Haruo's lean body, he smiled again, wagging his tail on the carpet.

My mind immediately flashed to the image of hanging this big dumb wolf with his hands apart and whipping him until he was bleeding while holding his tail and wailing. If I hit hard enough, will you be willing to cry for me? He opened his eyes and looked at me with big, dark, beautiful eyes that made me sure they would be even more beautiful if they were tearing at the same time.

He turned his head to the side and sniffed at my trouser stall. I was so excited by that scene that I had some prostate fluid coming out. Haruo said mine smelled faintly of musk, but I couldn't smell it myself.

"Hey, are you being greedy?" I said to Haruo, who began to lick my erect penis through pants.

Since this is the case, I can't let myself indulge you any longer.

I continuing to scratch his ears, the other hand held Haruo's already fully erect penis and began to fondle it. In a short time his breathing became rapid, his body twisted slightly, and his hands curled up on his chest in a submissive position.

Haruo has a sensitive constitution and is easily stimulated, but controlling him requires a lot of skill. However, handling this big dumb wolf is no challenge for me. I slowed down the pace of stroking, slowing down a little every time he was about to climax, repeating this process until the slightest touch made him ejaculate, and then I tightly held onto the base of his penis.

"Haa...haa..." He panted heavily, his hot and wet breath blowing onto my face. I maintained this position for a while until the convulsions of his penis subsided a bit.

"Grab it yourself and use your other hand to hold onto your scrotum." He obediently followed my instructions, with a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face.

"Stroke yourself." I gently bit his ear and started stimulating both of his nipples. "Too slow, faster." He complied and increased the frequency of his stroking. The muscles in his upper body and legs tensed up, creating a scene that was truly worth savoring.

"Stop." I ordered him to stop when I judged that Haruo was on the brink of climax. He gritted his teeth and made a choking sound."

"Good boy, keep going." He vigorously shook his head, but obediently began to stroke his swollen and red penis again. I continued to play with his nipples, admiring the occasional convulsions and low cries of pain and pleasure that came from his body.

"Stop." I ordered him to stop his impending climax once again, and he tightly grasped the base of his penis in despair, as if on the brink of collapse.

"Obedient good boy." I petted his head. "Then continue stroking." He shook his head and protested with a small sharp cry, begging me with his eyes for mercy, but still began to stroke.

It's impossible to play like this with any other life animals. It can only be achieved with enough trust and obedience.

Haruo approached orgasm again and again, but each time he stopped at my command. After this was repeated five times, his chance of ejaculation on the brink of climax was once again terminated by my command. His desperate moans of pain and intense pleasure, and the tense, trembling muscles of his body pushed to the limit, made me almost orgasm. I was so distracted that I almost missed his warning low growl.

The moment I noticed the change in his gaze, he struggled against his instinct, giving me an extra second to react. Haruo turned his head and tried to bite me, his nose wrinkled. If he had bitten me in this state, it would have been more than just a flesh wound. Fortunately, I still noticed his warning growl, and when Haruo bit down, I grabbed his snout and held it tightly, forcing his head up.

"Are you trying to defy me?" I asked. After his mouth was held, he immediately let out a scream of mercy and wriggled lightly in resistance. Oh no, I played too recklessly and ignored Haruo's needs in pursuit of my own desires. It's a big mistake for a novice to only focus on oneself and ignore the needs of others, how could I make this mistake?

I calmed myself down. If Haruo noticed that I had almost let him lose control and bite me, he would feel guilty. I had to find a way to cover it up. Even though Haruo was on the verge of losing control and wanting to bite me, he still obeyed my command; his hand remained gripping his genitals.

Oh, you big silly wolf. What should I do if I'm not really worthy of your trust? Haruo instinctively continued to cry for mercy, but I could tell he was still on the edge of orgasm. I held his snout even tighter, and he let out a scream in response.

"Now, continue stroking." He obeyed, but the muscles in his hands looked a bit stiff from being in a tense state for too long.

"Faster. I said faster." As he increased the speed of his stroking, the frequency of moans grew higher and higher, until streams of semen spurted out from his engorged penis, with many landing on the chest.

"Did I tell you to slow down?" I gave his nipple a hard pinch, and he continued to speed up his strokes until he finally stopped ejaculating but still didn't stop stroking.

"Grab the base, use the other hand to rub the head. Haven't I shown you how to do it many times?" After hesitating for a moment, Haruo followed my instructions, and the same scream that had stopped with his ejaculation came out of his mouth again. Haruo held onto the base of his penis to keep it still, and used his palm to cover and rotate the huge glans, polishing it.

"Go faster." He closed his eyes tightly, shook his head violently, but still followed my words to speed up.

"Ah... ah..." Streams of pale yellow urine sprayed out, splashing onto Haruo's abdomen and chest. He couldn't even scream in pain anymore. Ha, he really does have the ability to squirt.

"Did I tell you to stop?" I made Haruo squirt twice more before letting him stop. He immediately collapsed. Luckily, not much urine had sprayed out, and most of it was absorbed by Haruo's dense fur. Otherwise, cleaning the Kashmir wool carpet would have been a real hassle. It was all my fault for not thinking clearly in the heat of the moment. Haruo opened his eyes and looked at me. With his flat ears and big black eyes, he looked like he was about to cry, which immediately reignited my desire.

I unzipped my pants and took out my hard penis, grabbing Haruo's upper jaw and opening his huge wolf mouth while straddling his neck.

"Uh..." He made a questioning sound, and I responded by inserting my hot and hard penis into his mouth. With one hand pulling his hair to force Haruo to keep his head back, and the other hand holding the back of his nose to keep his mouth open at the right angle, I wildly thrust into his upper jaw, while he carefully avoided touching his teeth to me, using his tongue to wrap around my penis from underneath. The warm and moist feeling made me feel completely accepted.

Why are you always so unconditionally accepting of me? That pitiful puppy-like expression makes me want to hurt you again. I increased the thrusting speed, and occasionally saw the reflexive expression of nausea on Haruo's face, guessing that I had hit his uvula. He tried to endure the discomfort, but his pitiful expression of wanting to please me finally made me unable to bear it, and I reached orgasm. I pulled out my penis and shot all of my essence onto Haruo's face, some of it flowing onto his chest, and a stream landing on his closed right eye. I breathed heavily.

"We'd better go to the bathroom before the enzyme starts working. " We're both exhausted, but if all that semen starts melting, it will definitely turn into a disaster. Haruo nodded without speaking, clearly not wanting the white liquid hanging on his cheek to drip down.

"Don't move." I got up and wiped all the secretions stuck to my body onto Haruo, who protested.

"What else can I do? I'll wash it off for you later." I put my hands under Haruo's neck and knees, and lifted him up.

"Hey, why are you blushing like that?" He turned his head away from me, but his tail started wagging rapidly.

"Don't wag your tail, you big stupid wolf. Stop, right now!" We really ruined the high-quality Kashmir wool carpet.

Haruo leaned into me, rubbing himself against me with deliberate slowness.

"Why are you getting so close?" The rough, wet fur scraped against my skin, prickly and coarse, craving touch yet unable to deny its nature.

"Otherwise, the water won't rinse off properly. That would be a waste," he said, ever so practical. For a moment, I thought it was some kind of teasing hint. I raised the showerhead, aiming it at Haruo's head, but he immediately dodged, his gaze suddenly wary.

"Still afraid of water? I thought it was only when swimming that you had issues, but even bathing?" I couldn't believe that after all these years, he hadn't overcome his fear of water. Most life animals instinctively know how to swim, but Haruo was one of the rare few who feared water. Even having his nose and mouth wetted would trigger a flight response. He silently stared at the showerhead with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Come here." I hung up the showerhead and pulled him close, gently hugging him and slowly stroking his back to soothe him. His heartbeat, incongruous with his robust frame, thumped rapidly against my chest. I bit his ear lightly.

"That was probably when I was three. I’m not entirely sure without more specific memories to reference." He switched to speaking in Marine Language, as he always did when revealing his most painful memories and secrets. It created a sense of detachment, as if he were recounting the story of another animals.

"Like some sort of commodity. That year, my full custody was just awarded to somebeast. The court’s reasoning was quite logical: 'How could rabbits possibly raise a gray wolf properly?' Not to mention that no one wanted to offend the influence of the current Sublime Beastar." Some words in Marine Language couldn’t be pronounced in the air, but I could roughly infer them from his mouth movements and the context.

I continued stroking the damp fur on his back, looking at the scar on his left shoulder as I listened. Haruo's wounds always healed at an astonishing rate, just like his father’s. A family trait, I suppose—a bloodline that couldn’t be denied. The last cut had left a scar after all. I decided not to hurt him again today.

"That day, he bathed me for the first time. The moment water touched my head, I instinctively recoiled, and my refusal to cooperate enraged him. He lost control and spanked me a few times too hard, then threw me onto the bed, smashing nearby furniture and roaring. That was the first time he hit me. I imagine he was probably exhausted at that time, with so much going on—three years of legal battles, interference from conservative groups, and rising distrust from nature animals. I guess all that stress made him finally lose control over something so trivial, hitting me harder than he meant to." His matter-of-fact tone recounted the events as if no one had been hurt.

"I suppose the point isn’t how much it hurt but that, during the most vulnerable period of my life, I sought help from a blood relative who should have protected me, only to be further hurt instead. Fortunately, I was at least a second-rate product—physically incapable of being more broken—or who knows what kind of impact it would’ve had on my personality development." Was this the solace of meeting someone who could understand a fellow outcast?

"A few days later, your mother visited. While mocking him for being incompetent at even changing diapers, she noticed the large bruise on my butt. She scolded him on the spot and made sure your father knew about it too. Uncle Louis warned him that if anything similar happened again, he’d lose custody, and he moved me and my brother into the Horn Mansion." Haruo’s large head rubbed against my shoulder a few more times.

"You know the rest." Switching back to the common language—was this a sign of joy for the future of our bond? Shuntaro and Haruo had essentially grown up in the Horn Mansion, but I’d never known these details until now.

"Lift your head." He complied, exposing his throat to me with his black nose pointed at the ceiling. I adjusted the showerhead, tested the water temperature, and smoothed down his ears before rinsing his head to keep water from flooding into them.

Once the fur above his eyes was soaked, I began washing his head with a cleanser designed for canines. He opened his eyes, the black orbs staring at me, unreadable. His soaked tail swung in wide arcs, producing a rhythmic slapping sound.

Haruo’s fur was incredibly thick, making cleaning and drying a major task. As I dried his fur with a hairdryer, he stared at me with expectant black eyes the entire time.

"No," I said. I could already guess what you’re thinking. Flattening your ears? You should know that won’t work on me. And I know you’re doing it on purpose. Are you trying to please me?

"I never said you could stay here overnight. Go back to your own room. Besides, I still have a lot of work to do, and I don’t want to be distracted by your presence." You know how exhausting it is for me to keep up appearances, pretending to care about this and that in my daily life. Can’t you let me relax a little when it’s just us?

I turned off the hairdryer, patted Haruo’s large head, and he nodded with a compliant sound. But since I’m willing to play a role for others to see, why can’t I occasionally act the part for Haruo? What are we to each other anyway—kindred spirits in mutual loneliness? That doesn’t seem to involve responsibility.

"Let me finish my work first, and then we’ll see. If I can, I’ll come find you." I offered a compromise. Haruo thought for a moment, shook his head, then stood up and began getting dressed.

"No need. I know you don’t want to. See you at dinner tomorrow then. Good night." As he spoke and got up to leave, I grabbed his fluffy tail, pulling him back to my side. I gently pressed his large head down and touched my nose to his forehead. Who’s indulging whom here? Truly shameless.

"Happy eighteenth birthday, you big dumb wolf." I caught the familiar faint wolfish scent as I silently mocked the pure white wolf, now blushing. He responded by brushing his snout against my cheek and said good night again before wagging his tail and leaving my room.

Stretching, I returned to my desk and powered on my computer. Now, where should I begin? My fingers flew across the keyboard, and suddenly, inspiration struck. This title would work—To Us, the Lonely.

***

"...Haruo not only received the recommendation of the Beastar from Cherryton Academy, but he has also made friends in college and even introduced them to me. He never admitted I am his father in front of other animals before.

Shuntaro is also returning to Central Country soon, maybe we can all have a dinner together sometime. We can also invite Hoshikaze, and it's okay if Azuki comes too. I don't have any dislike for her, really! Oh, and you should know that Haruo and Hoshikaze seem to be dating. No, if it's you, you must have already noticed. I'm the only one who can't see it.

If it's you, you should know what to do... huh? Your dad has already come to visit? Does he come a day early every year to avoid an awkward encounter with me? After all, it's been eighteen years since…

I'm sorry, I don't want things to be so tense, but I don't know what to do. Haru, tell me what to do. It seems like everything I do is wrong. My family, society, and even the council are all unsatisfied with me. Now, there isn't even an animal willing to call me by name.

You must know, right? If you were still here, we would have been a happy family, right? It's all my fault, I miss you, Haru ... sniff sniff..."

My tears fell onto the lavender blossoming on the tombstone.