The Little Princess's Pursuit of Her Husband - Extra Chapter: He Xubei's "Happy" Life☆, Role-Playing: The Wolf Girl and Mating

He carried a backpack, wore boots, and his hands, gripping a wooden stick, bore the marks of cuts from branches and thorns. His body was also scarred by wind and sun. He was alone in the jungle, surrounded by lifeless plants. He had loved adventure since childhood; the oppressive feeling of the concrete jungle seemed to find release only in the embrace of nature. He closed his eyes, breathing in the fresh air—it felt wonderful. He opened his eyes and took a few steps, only to be stunned by the sight before him.
Wolf girls seemed to exist only in ancient times or novels; he never expected to encounter one during his rainforest adventure. A wolf lay in the grass, its stench palpable even from a distance, clearly dead for a long time. Beside it sat a girl; were it not for her skin, he would have mistaken her for a Native American. The girl's soft, almost animalistic growls drew him closer. The sound of crunching leaves made her turn her head warily. She had innocent eyes, but as he drew near, a fierce rage blazed within them. She protectively held the wolf beside her, as if afraid he would harm it. At that moment, her eyes truly possessed the ferocity of a wolf.
Seeing that he meant her no harm, she leaned against the wolf, her swollen, red eyes filled with a lifeless despair. A surge of heartache welled up within him, and he reached out to stroke her hair. She screamed, her fingers drawing bloody gashes on his wrist. She even opened her small mouth and bit his face, only stopping when the taste of blood made her stop. She seemed to smell an incredibly delicious meal; the sweet, metallic scent of blood made her lick his face hungrily, her stomach rumbling in response.
He took out some dry rations from his travel bag. The little girl yelled and snatched the novelty from his hand, examining it closely with her little hands and sniffing it before immediately throwing it on the ground. "Hmph, it's not tasty," she thought, looking at his bleeding face. She licked her lips; the thing that resembled her looked delicious.
He then took out a vacuum-packed chicken leg and tore off the packaging for her. As if smelling the aroma of meat, she snatched the chicken leg away. She brought her nose to the chicken leg, sniffed it, and then wolfed it down, even chewing the bones. After eating her fill, she patted her little belly, then climbed to his side, looking at him pleadingly. Her movements were like those of a newborn baby, and he couldn't help but feel pity for her. Looking at the deep, desolate forest, how could he leave her alone in this remote mountain village?
He took her to the city. She was afraid of everything in the city, but she seemed to be very interested in it. He was like a father, patiently teaching her, teaching her little by little, from language, clothing, and living habits.
Before, in her world, there was only her wolf mother. There were many things she didn't understand, yet she subconsciously knew that she was different from her wolf mother. Her wolf mother had a full coat of fur, keeping her warm even in winter, but she didn't. She also knew she was different from many animals in the forest; she couldn't fly, didn't have sharp claws, and even her howl lacked that powerful quality. But she didn't know what she was until the day she met him. When he held her, she didn't even want to bite his carotid artery. She knew how to kill a small animal, even though her teeth weren't as sharp as her wolf mother's.
"Xiao Fan, why did you take your clothes off again!" Although she had been brought into human society for many years and the girl had grown into a young woman, living in the jungle for so many years had made it difficult for her to change many of her habits.
He said taking her clothes off was a nicer way of putting it. Except in winter, when she would obediently put her clothes on, getting her to wear clothes at other times was a huge effort. In summer, it was even worse; she simply couldn't stand wearing a single garment. Moreover, when he tried to persuade her to put her clothes on, the little girl would look at him with pitiful, wronged eyes, making him feel as if he had committed a great sin against her.
Only the two of them were in the villa. The little girl didn't want to go out, but he was, after all, a man of vigor. With a woman of stunning figure yet utterly clueless in front of him every day, how could he not be aroused? Yet, he felt a pang of guilt about taking advantage of a child with such a young mind, and besides, she was undeniably well-developed. Her breasts were like two full peaches, a delicate pink, as if juice could be squeezed from their skin with just a little effort—it would surely be smooth and delicious. She couldn't even wear underwear properly; the hidden depths of her vulva beneath the black pubic hair must be even more tender and pink. She was very dependent on him, always eagerly throwing herself at him when he came home, as if waiting for his comfort. How could he not have lewd thoughts? But he couldn't be aroused by her all the time. Later, he discovered she actually liked leopard-print and tiger-skin-colored clothes; now almost all the clothes in the house were that color. The style of clothing she wore made her exude a wildness that was both necessary and tamable. Looking at her like that, he had to exert a great deal of effort to suppress the urge to pounce on her.
"It's hot!" She was very hot. He had only said that she shouldn't dress like this when there were other people around, but there was no one at home. "Daddy...it's hot..."
Yes, another reason he couldn't bring himself to do it was that his daughter called him "Little Daddy," and he felt like she was his daughter. Although he had endless thoughts about her and had taken advantage of her quite a bit, when he actually thought about it, he always felt like it was incest.
A few years ago, he took her out, and they happened to meet a young couple with a four or five-year-old child. He was like a father holding his own daughter. The little girl called him "Dad" and "Mom," and to his surprise, she remembered them. She could even distinguish between "Dad" and "Mom." After they got home, she would pull him around all day calling him "Dad." He tried to get her to call him "Brother," but she wouldn't listen. When that didn't work, he added "Little" before her name, making her call him "Little Dad."
"Xiao Fan, be good, put your clothes on. A lady is coming to our house for dinner today!" His childhood friend had been married and living abroad for many years, and was returning to China to visit relatives. He had to treat her well.
She looked at the woman across the table with obvious displeasure, as if her territory had been invaded by another animal. And her stepfather had just hugged that woman—that woman who smelled so good. She knew the woman was beautiful, but how could her stepfather hug someone else? Her stepfather belonged to her alone. During the meal, her stepfather and the woman talked a lot, much of it in a language she couldn't understand. She knew much of their conversation was in English, but she only knew the most basic terms. She felt isolated from them, as if there was a place there she couldn't understand or reach.
Will her stepfather abandon her? No, no, she doesn't want that. She doesn't want to leave, she doesn't want to go back to the jungle where she was all alone.
She was so anxious and upset, but thankfully she had a good friend here, someone she met online. She knew a lot of words and could even chat with her friend online; she felt really proud of herself. But the thought of her stepfather chatting with the woman still staying at her house made her very uncomfortable. She needed to talk to her friend, especially since her friend knew about her and her stepfather's story.
"Waaah... A woman came over for dinner today and ate a lot of meat! All of it is Xiaofan's favorite food, and her stepfather talked to her a lot. Xiaofan feels sad, so sad, so bittersweet." She really felt sad. She glanced at the door. Her stepfather had just told her to go back to her room and play by herself, but usually it was her stepfather who played with her.
"That's because you like your stepfather, and he's not your biological father. You're at the age where you need to mate, so you need to find a male to mate with."
"Mating?" She knew the word "mating." She liked watching animal documentaries, and her stepfather had bought her many animal-related DVDs and materials. Her stepfather usually doted on her, but today he left her alone in the room. It was all that woman's fault!

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