You were somewhat shocked by the red-haired cat's proclamation, even taking an **** step back from not only expecting to meet a monster girl for the first time, but also planning to make you her foot-****.
You are unsure, but you remember your father and his **** before these creatures, your mother who begged you not to go out into the world to avoid being killed as well.
Determined not to fail yourself, you firmly grasp the handle of your sword in your right hand and look at the group of monster girls menacingly.
"hahaha, look at that. it seens the little human wants to fight, nya!" said the blue-haired girl amused at your attempt to resist.
"And I thought humans were a little smart," the blonde commented to her friends.
"Try not to break it Nanao, a **** who can't work is useless" said the green haired girl to the red-haired leader.
"I know" replied Kanna herself as she looked at you with an arrogant and confident smile. walking forward with a confident stride, swaying her hips with each step. with her arms she made wide circular motions as if she was warming up before she started. Behind her you were able to see her tail wagging in the air in a slow but still energetic way, denoting a certain playful air. seeing that last thing brought back a memory of your hometown, where there was a stray cat that you sometimes met and a few you fed.
But what worries you is that the girl's red tail was wagging in the same way that the cat in your hometown wagged when it played with its prey before eating it.
you feel fear and nerves invading you. even without having moved, beads of sweat slide down your face and your breathing becomes irregular as you unsheathe your old, cheap sword.
in your village there were no blacksmiths or places where there were weapons, (the closest thing to a weapon were farming tools like sickles, pruning hooks, and so on) and this sword you bought from an old man who was supposed was a soldier.
before you were excited to have this sword in your hands. but now that you see the blade dented, with many scratches all along its length and with its edge so worn down that it didn't look like it would cut much, it makes you wonder if you should have bought it.
You even think that the little knife you brought as a tool for things like cooking, gathering herbs, and the like might be a better weapon.
"You know," commented the red-haired cat, "if you put down that... <<sword>> I can make you my **** without hurting you" she commented as she flexed the fingers of her hands back and displayed large, sharp claws. placing one of her hands on her hip she spoke again with a confident smile. "I know, kneel at my feet and thank me for allowing you to become my ****" she advanced one of her feet (which for some reason was covered by a leather sandal).
Despite her threat, you remain firm to resist and she notices it "well, I offered you a way out" she said before taking a more aggressive stance, as if she were a wild beast about to pounce on you.
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