The Circumstances of a White Cat Bitten by the Black Panther Count

When spring came, when the colorful wildflowers budded in the wide meadows, Irene had to struggle with anguish."Hmph..."A tickling sensation from a secret place. When she went into heat, she couldn't do anything for a week. Worse yet, she couldn't find a male to share her estrus with.Meanwhile, Knox caught a whiff of a sweet scent on the breeze blowing in from somewhere. The scent of a female in heat.He pulled back Irene's robe, and her snow-white hair spilled out. The corners of his tightly pressed lips lifted."A female anthromorph... Come with me."+