The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 87: The Grove

Corbin Crowley’s words made Yuri Ashwood’s outstretched hand freeze instantly, his expression becoming extremely awkward.

He looked at Luna Sutton, then at Corbin Crowley, laughed dryly twice, withdrew his hand, and touched his nose, saying, "Well, Luna Sutton, you better ask Corbin Crowley to help you massage. I, I suddenly remembered that the barbecue is about to get burnt, I’ll go check on it first."

Before finishing his words, he was already getting up to leave with a speed as if a fierce wolf was chasing him.

Luna Sutton: "..."

Watching Yuri Ashwood’s fleeing back, her mouth twitched hard.

Is the dog-man really that terrifying? Look at how scared he was.

She turned her gaze to Corbin Crowley, pretending to be weak, "Corbin Crowley, my stomach really hurts, can you check it for me?"

Corbin Crowley crossed his arms, lowered his gaze to her, and sneered, "Don’t you have healing abilities? Shouldn’t you be able to heal your own stomach ache?"

Luna Sutton secretly rolled her eyes, cursing Corbin Crowley a million times in her heart, but didn’t show it on her face, weakly saying, "I, it seems my ability is malfunctioning, can’t, can’t heal myself."

Corbin Crowley raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a faint smile, "Oh? Is that so?"

He glimpsed her gradually lowering head and face as red as the evening glow, although round, but her pair of peach blossom eyes were very pretty, her lips perfectly shaped, pink like cherry blossoms.

Under the moonlight and firelight, she glowed softly, inexplicably alluring.

Even her flat and wide nose didn’t look ugly.

Especially with that outrageously large chest, now he stood while she sat, taking in the entire view.

His throat rolled, his eyes deepened, feeling increasingly restless inside, a certain impulse growing stronger.

Damn it.

He heard her softly whispering an unsure "um", her gentle voice carrying a hint of grievance, softening his heart inexplicably.

Knowing well it wasn’t a stomach ache, but her uncomfortable heat wanting to mate, yet too shy to say it.

In his heart, he sneered, usually would have ridiculed this fat woman relentlessly.

But strangely he didn’t mock, nor did he expose the truth.

His silver eyes looked deeply at her for a while, saw her head lowering more and more, until completely invisible, only the blushing tips of her ears were seen.

He slightly curved his thin lips, a trace of an indistinct smile surfacing at the corners.

Without saying a word, he stepped forward, suddenly bent over and carried her horizontally, stepping towards the nearby woods.

Luna Sutton was stunned, recovering her senses quickly, she hooked her arms swiftly around the dog-man’s neck, afraid of falling off.

Thinking about the upcoming action, her face reddened further, her heart beating chaotically.

Finn Arcanus, Yuri Ashwood, and Jett among the Beastmen saw this scene, naturally knowing what they were about to do, their expressions showed inexplicable envy.

Not that they liked Luna Sutton, but the special scent emanating from her was really too alluring.

To a male, it was simply a deadly temptation.

However, now that Luna Sutton was carried into the woods by Corbin Crowley, they felt relieved, the scent fading away as the distance grew, finally sparing their bodies from the ordeal.

It was really too awkward.

Here, with Corbin Crowley carrying Luna Sutton deeper into the woods, stepping over dappled forest grounds, faces were faintly darkening, but speed inexplicably quickening.

The two now embraced, bodies pressed closely together, the special scent assaulting his nostrils, making him almost lose control.

He felt an urge to throw Luna Sutton onto the ground right away, rip apart that offensive Beast Skin Skirt, and ravish her thoroughly.

The hands supporting her waist and knees unconsciously shifted to her overly large behind.

Realizing what he was about to do, his hands instantly froze, his face darkening further, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Luna Sutton sensed his movements naturally, her face reddened as if blood could drip out.

She buried her head in Corbin Crowley’s chest, pretending to know nothing, but secretly vented inside: this dog-man, really has a mouth that says no when his body says yes, not honest at all.

Despite her complaints, nerves rose within her.

Of course, there was a subtle anticipation for the impending bridal night.

In past and present lives, she had never been intimate with a man, this sudden event made her understandably nervous.

Corbin Crowley glanced down at her, saw her face buried in his chest, the visible ears red as if blood could drip out, long lashes fluttered like two tiny fans, inexplicably finding it somewhat cute.

He curved his lips, carrying her deeper into the forest.

After walking a while, he found a large tree, stopping under it.

The tree’s crown shielded the moonlight like an umbrella, turning the ground below dim, actually a pretty good spot.

He placed her on the ground, supporting with one hand by her side, gazing down at her.

In the dim light, the atmosphere between them inexplicably turned amorous.

Luna Sutton sensed his gaze, feeling inexplicably guilty and nervous, she didn’t lift her head from being buried all along.

Corbin Crowley watched her timid look, inside he sneered, but refrained from sarcasm, throat rolling, hoarsely spoke, "Not a stomach ache?"

Her body stiffened, head buried deeper, voice small like a buzzing, "No, not hurting anymore."

He sneered lightly, yet didn’t expose her lie, merely lifted a hand to pinch her chin, forcing her to lift her head to face him.

In the darkness, their eyes met.

He faintly saw her reddened face, and the soft fuzz on it, his throat rolling, his gaze deepened further.

Lowering his gaze to her, hoarsely spoken, "Since the stomach doesn’t ache, let’s do something else."

As his words fell, he suddenly ducked to kiss her.

Luna Sutton’s eyes widened, feeling the soft touch on her lips, and his domineering plundering, she was quite confounded.

The dog-man so sudden?

No preliminary play at all?

Directly coming on with a kiss?

Her heart beat chaotically, glared at the dog-man, pretended shyly to turn her head away.

Watching her shy pose, Corbin Crowley’s throat rolled, the gaze deepening, the heart growing hot.

He lifted a hand pinching her chin, forcing a look back to him, ducked again to kiss further.

Different from the prior tasting, the kiss grew more domineering.

Luna Sutton was kiss overwhelmed, feeling somewhat limp, instinctively lifting hands to hook around his neck, clumsy response to his actions.

Corbin Crowley felt her response, throat rolling again, hands began misbehaving further.

He lifted hands clasping her nape, deepened the kiss, big hands traveled across her Beast Skin Skirt, seemingly wanting to strip off.

Startled, she trembled suddenly, fear surged, momentarily gaining a bit of sense.

Attempted to push him away but feared inciting enrage from this ardent dog-man resulting in total loss.

Lowering her head shyly, softly spoken, "I, I’m a bit scared."

Voice soft, carrying fear and nervousness.

Indeed, slightly scared, sometime saw this dog-man’s physique accidentally, truly too...

Thinking of what’s next, inexplicably chickened out.

Corbin Crowley’s actions paused, seeing her flushed ears, trembling lashes, soft, peculiar voice, increasingly dry-mouthed, oddly soft-hearted.

Without replying to her words, gaze deepened seeing her for a moment, suddenly withdrew hand, voice hoarse said, "Undress yourself."

Luna Sutton cursed dog-man 800 times inside, thinking about the side quest, avoiding social death, didn’t refuse, replied, "Oh."

She removed the Beast Skin Skirt, revealing the bra and panties underneath.