The deep of night was made for those who reveled in the sounds of endless revelry.
Awakening to a chorus of growls and soft moans, before her mind could fully clear, she saw it—an enormous, furry beast. Its paws were slapping at the body of an absolutely stunning woman. The woman's skin was like snow, her figure sensuous, swaying with each of the beast's movements as it loomed over her. Waves of allure rippled through the air as the wild creature pressed against her, shifting rhythmically.
The air was filled with the mixed sounds of the woman's screams and the beast's furious roars, interspersed with fragmented breaths…
She pressed her hand to her mouth in fear. Could it be that King Kong and An had found their happily ever after on Earth? Thinking back, the tears she had shed for that gorilla could have irrigated the entire city's green spaces.
Under the twinkling starlight, the moon hung large and round in the sky, casting silver light like liquid mercury. The fragrance of osmanthus flowers filled the quiet courtyard.
It was a perfect moment—beautiful and vibrant, yet she dared not move. Eyes squeezed shut, she could hardly believe the scene before her: a live-action "Beauty and the Beast."
"Ah!" The woman's satisfied cry pierced through the night sky, like fireworks exploding. Through her fingers, Wanyou could see a massive silver wolf, its powerful body on full display, as it forcefully claimed the woman's devilish form.
Wan ou had witnessed countless extraordinary battles, but the love and union between humans and other creatures was beyond her understanding. Unwittingly, her cheeks flushed, her heart raced, and her mouth went dry.
The wolf turned!
At the same moment, the woman's delicate body twisted, her curves undulating as if sculpted by the gods. It was the kind of beauty that even this wolf had an eye for.
A tiny hint of disappointment stirred within her—neither King Kong nor An. But Wan Ou quickly reassured herself. Who could change the inevitable outcome? Still, that didn't diminish her respect for the bizarre love between human and beast.
At that moment, the wolf noticed her.
Its emerald green eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, locked onto hers with a piercing gaze, but it didn't cease its rhythmic motion.
To call the wolf beautiful would not be an exaggeration. Wan Ou froze. A beast was still a beast, but why did she feel that this wolf exuded an extraordinary allure—an untamable wildness, with a dominance that made her body tremble with intensity?
"Ah…" The woman, lost in ecstasy, cried out once more, her passion blooming under the firework-lit sky. Wan Ou, however, felt her face burn as the wolf's mocking green eyes locked with hers. She was an adult, and though lacking in this particular experience, she knew exactly what was happening.
The silver wolf extended a paw and gently lifted the woman's chin. The woman, flushed and trembling, knelt before the wolf, her arms wrapped around its neck. She smiled with such seductive charm, completely ignoring Wan Ou, who stood in the corner.
Wan Ou was mortified. She was witnessing a real-life version of "Beauty and the Beast" in a way she never expected.
"Love me… my king…" The woman cooed softly, her slender waist swaying in a hypnotic dance.
The silver wolf turned its gaze back to the woman, its enchanting green eyes flashing with an almost divine power. With a disdainful flick of its gaze, it glanced down at the beauty kneeling before it, then parted its jaws slightly, a pink tongue barely visible.
It wasn't going to kiss her, was it? Wan Ou's eyes widened in disbelief, her mind struggling to comprehend the scene. But before she could react, she let out a scream—louder and more piercing than the woman's—her voice cutting through the cosmos.