A male beastman caught in the throes of courtship knows no bottom line and throws all shame to the wind. For a female to ride upon his back is no humiliation; rather, it is a reward, a supreme display of intimacy between two people.
Utterly oblivious to this, Yulan looked at the Black Panther, which lay sprawled before him, constantly turning its head back and hooking its tail around his waist.
The tip of his heart trembled. What was this? This was a living, breathing Black Panther! The very embodiment of strength and wildness. Its athletic limbs possessed explosive power. No one could resist the temptation to ride a Black Panther.
Chapter 57