CHAPTER 1000: CHAPTER 152 - THE RABBITMAN TRIBE (5)

Leon’s POV

I had defeated Tilde. The moment the fight ended, she looked at me with that expression—disappointment flickering behind her sharp eyes, as if she couldn’t accept how quickly it was over. Her breathing was uneven, sweat trailing down her neck, and that small tremble in her hand told me she wasn’t faking it. She wasn’t weak—far from it. She had fought like a beast backed into a corner.

And honestly, I had to give her credit. For someone with no magic or special ability, she had put up one hell of a fight. Every movement she made had that raw sharpness, a predator’s precision. She wasn’t relying on any school of technique or fancy spellwork—just pure instinct, natural agility, and those quick, almost feral reflexes that could only come from experience and survival. The way she moved, how she slipped between my attacks, how her blade danced dangerously close to my throat—it was impressive. If I hadn’t been serious, I might’ve actually lost. She was that good.

Even without formal training, she was already at the level of someone who could stand among top-tier fighters. Her body moved on its own—fast, precise, deadly.

"You really proved something there," she said, her voice low but steady. "I never thought I’d lose... not like this. But after feeling your power up close, I can’t even imagine a future where I could beat you."

I looked at her and shook my head. "You’re selling yourself short. You’re incredibly skilled, Tilde. If I wasn’t your opponent today, I’m sure you could’ve easily defeated anyone else."

A faint smirk curved on her lips. "You’re not just good at fighting—you’re good at flattering too. Is that how you managed to seduce all those elves... or the women around you?"

I let out a soft chuckle. "If you’re willing to be seduced, then I guess it really is seduction. So, what about it? Do you want to be seduced?"

Her gaze lingered on me, her long ears twitching slightly as she tilted her head. "Well, even though I’m a rabbit woman, I’ve never really had... intimate relations with a male," she admitted, a playful tone mixing with something softer. "I was always told I wasn’t attractive enough. I guess that’s to be expected. I’m not exactly soft or gentle like the others, am I?"

So basically, she was saying she was still a virgin. That wasn’t an issue at all—in fact, that kind of innocence was rare and, honestly, kind of a turn-on.

"But if you’re willing to take me," she added, looking up at me through half-lidded eyes, "then I might consider it." There was mischief in her voice now, that deliberate teasing that made her look both dangerous and seductive at the same time.

"Consider what?" I asked, pretending to be oblivious.

"To become one of your women," she said, her lips curving into a sly smirk. "That’s not really a problem for you, is it? I’ve never met a man who could overpower me so completely that I couldn’t even see a future where I win. That’s how much you’ve impressed me. So if you’re willing... I’ll be your woman."

I gave her a short nod. "Might consider it," I said calmly. "If you agree to cooperate with me."

"Cooperate?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You mean with your plan—making all the tribes of the Great Forest work together for one defense?"

"That’s right," I said. "If everyone in the Great Forest pooled their resources, we’d stand a real chance against the Republic or the Empire. You’re a warrior leader, so I know you’ve got influence. If you help me convince your chief, this plan could actually work."

She crossed her arms, thinking it over, her tail twitching slightly behind her. "I might be able to talk to the chief of the rabbitmen," she said finally. "But beyond that, I can’t promise anything. Honestly, what you’re trying to do sounds insane. I thought the person spreading that idea must’ve been completely crazy. The Great Forest isn’t united—it never has been. Trying to bring everyone together? That’s nearly impossible."

I gave a faint smile. "You’re right—it is crazy. But it’s the only shot we’ve got. If they refuse to act, the Empire will burn this forest to ash, and I’ll just stand by and watch it happen. But if they’re willing to fight beside me... I’ll give them everything I’ve got."

She stared at me for a moment, and then that smirk returned. "You sound merciless. Not that I’m complaining. In fact, it kind of makes you even more appealing in my eyes."

I raised an eyebrow at her sudden shift in tone. "You’re getting hot for me pretty fast, considering we just met. Why’s that?"

Honestly, I couldn’t figure her out. A few minutes ago, she was ready to kill me. Now, she looked like she wanted to fuck me.

She was actually blushing—her cheeks tinted with a soft pink hue that made her look both fierce and innocent at the same time. One of her rabbit ears drooped down slightly, while the other stood tall and alert. I’d learned enough about beastkin to know what that meant. It wasn’t random or just a cute gesture—it was part of their natural instinct, a subtle mechanism they used when trying to attract a mate.

The way her ear sagged like that, paired with the flushed look on her face, was basically the rabbitmen’s equivalent of saying, "I’m interested." It was like her body was betraying her composure, showing me exactly what she was feeling without her even needing to say it aloud.

It kind of reminded me of Ayane and the way she’d fan out her fox tails whenever she tried to seduce me—slow, deliberate, graceful, and absolutely mesmerizing. Or Trill, how her tail would wag ever so slightly, twitching with that barely contained excitement whenever she wanted to fuck.

Every race had their own unique way of showing desire, and watching it unfold right in front of me was... honestly kind of fascinating.

"Well," she said, blushing a little, "we’re actually close to our mating season. Rabbitmen are known for... procreating a lot. Around the start of winter, we’re basically always in heat. Normally, I just handle it myself since I don’t have a man of my own. But after fighting you earlier... I want the real thing."

Her breathing grew heavier with every word, her chest rising and falling as she pressed her thighs together. There was no mistaking it—she was burning up inside, her body practically begging for attention.

"Have you ever fucked a bunny girl before?" she asked, her voice low and teasing. "Want to add that to your list of women from different races you’ve fucked?"

Well, with her looking at me like that—flushed face, trembling lips, body tensed like she was about to melt—there was no way I was going to resist.