Werebeast Gongs CH 094 Happy National Day (Part 2)
With Lei Jin's arms healed, he began busying himself with preparations to return home. Though he was reluctant to leave, he knew it was better to go sooner rather than later—this way, everyone could move on sooner.
Of course, he kept this plan a secret from Xiya and Moya, unsure whether they would let him go. He didn’t want to gamble with his chance to return home. Naturally, Roger found out, since Lei Jin needed the map from him. When Roger confirmed that Lei Jin was still determined to leave, his expression turned strange, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. But in the end, he shared what he knew.
"You're saying that if we replace the missing third stone in the mural at the top of the temple, a secret passage will appear, leading directly to the forbidden spot?" Lei Jin found it hard to believe.
Roger nodded firmly. "That’s how I reached the forbidden spot. Otherwise, crossing that jungle alone would be nearly impossible for someone like us."
Lei Jin agreed. He knew full well the dangers—not just the wild beasts lurking everywhere, but the jungle’s complex terrain was beyond his ability to navigate alone.
"So where is that stone now?" Since Roger had been there, he must have had it, right?
"I threw it away." Roger smiled sheepishly.
"What?" Lei Jin rubbed his ears, wondering if he’d misheard. How could Roger have discarded something so crucial?
"I didn’t expect someone to come looking for it twenty years later." At the time, he’d been too angry to care.
"Where did you throw it?" This was the key to his way home. He could only cling to the slim hope of finding it.
"I just tossed it randomly. Who knows where it landed on the grassland?"
The grassland was vast, and the stone was tiny. The chances of finding it were practically zero.
Frustrated, Lei Jin tugged at his hair. Watching his chance to return home slip away, he felt like killing someone—but he couldn’t blame Roger. How could he hold someone accountable for something lost twenty years ago? Even he wasn’t that unreasonable.
"Last time, I thought you could enter directly through the jungle, so I didn’t mention this."
What use was that now? No, if this path was blocked, there had to be another way. No matter what, he had to leave before the year ended. After that, he had a feeling it would be too late.
Though Roger felt somewhat guilty, he didn’t know how to comfort Lei Jin. Given Lei Jin’s stubbornness, persuading him to give up was impossible. At this time, someone came to inform them that the young werebeasts awaiting their coming-of-age ceremony wouldn’t be returning for meals starting that noon.
As the ceremony drew closer, Mingya and the others spent more and more time at the temple. Lei Jin noticed the little guy wasn’t as lively as usual when he came home. Though worried, Lei Jin had been preoccupied with his secret plans to return to his own world and was often tired himself, so he hadn’t paid much attention. Now, with Roger’s revelation about the missing stone, his plans were temporarily shelved. Mingya’s ceremony was only about ten days away, and Lei Jin grew increasingly anxious, sensing something ominous. Even he, who never believed in gods, found himself praying for the little guy’s safety.
"I’ll make lunch for Mingya today and take it to him." It was the least he could do.
"I’ll help." Roger glanced at Lei Jin’s belly, now noticeably protruding after nearly six months. If not for Jia Nuo spreading rumors in the tribe that Lei Jin couldn’t have children, people might have suspected he was pregnant. As for Lei Jin’s own thoughts—Roger didn’t dare guess. Did he truly not know? Or was he simply refusing to accept the truth?
Lei Jin decided to make braised chicken with potatoes. Though the tribe’s harvest hadn’t been distributed yet, Roger’s garden was ready for picking. Bending to pull up potatoes and onions, a usually simple task, was now awkward with his belly in the way.
"Let me." Roger subtly steadied him and plucked two onions and a potato.
"This year’s potatoes are especially big—some as large as a bowl." This one plant had four or five large ones, plus a few smaller ones.
"Grab one more. We’ll make extra for the family." Though the werebeasts were away, Berg and Roger still needed to eat.
While Roger tended the fire, Lei Jin stir-fried the chicken with onions. Once the aroma filled the air, he added water and let it boil before adding the potatoes. After simmering for over half an hour, the broth turned a rich creamy yellow, infused with the chicken’s flavor. Just before serving, Lei Jin seasoned it with salt and mushroom powder. The meat was tender, and the potatoes soaked up the delicious broth.
After packing a clay pot for Mingya, Lei Jin added a handful of chili peppers to the remaining stew. Taking a sip, he found it wonderfully spicy and warming—perfect for this season.
But Roger said that werebeasts couldn’t eat too much chili, so despite the family’s love for it, Lei Jin usually controlled the amount. But today, with all the werebeasts away, the rest could indulge.
"What’s for lunch? It smells amazing." Berg appeared at the kitchen door, holding Bubbles.
"Ya ya ya ya…" Bubbles’ features had filled out, making him look like a plump little bun. His adoration for Lei Jin remained unchanged—every time he saw him, he’d stretch out his chubby arms, wailing inconsolably if he wasn’t picked up.
Like now. Lei Jin had no choice but to take him.
"Ya ya ya ya…" Bubbles wriggled happily in his arms.
"Yeah, yeah, good…" Lei Jin mumbled, holding his tiny fists. He had no idea what the baby was saying, but it had been over a month since Bubbles’ birth, and Lan Qi still hadn’t shown up. It was strange—not that he wanted him to, but given the man’s domineering attitude, he didn’t seem the patient type. If he knew Berg’s whereabouts, could he really resist coming? Regardless, Lan Qi’s absence meant peace, which was for the best. The only worry now was the little guy’s coming-of-age ceremony.
Mingya had been peeking out the temple door repeatedly, finally spotting Lei Jin’s figure and rushing over excitedly. With the cold weather, Lei Jin was bundled up, making him look even rounder.
The temple’s side hall had small low tables where families had already delivered food. The young werebeasts were eating happily. Lei Jin chose an empty corner table, set down the clay pot, and lifted the lid. The rich aroma drew envious glances from nearby werebeasts.
"Smells amazing! Did Lei Jin make this for Mingya?" Mingya’s mouth watered.
"Eat up." Lei Jin handed him a spoon.
Mingya eagerly scooped a piece of chicken. It melted in his mouth after just a few chews. "So good! Mingya loves your cooking."
The sound of swallowing around them was impossible to ignore.
"Can Mingya share a bite with them?" Mingya asked.
Lei Jin nodded.
"Come here! One piece each. Mingya’s mate made this for him!" Mingya sneaked a glance at Lei Jin, puffing up proudly when he didn’t object.
Lei Jin knew exactly what the little guy was up to, but at this point, he’d indulge him while he could.
As the ceremony neared, Mingya had to stay at the temple overnight. Lei Jin cooked him all sorts of nourishing meals.
Thanks to Lei Jin’s skills, he gained quite a following among the soon-to-be-adult werebeasts. After Mingya shared his food the first time and went hungry, Lei Jin started making extra—one portion for Mingya, another for the others. This small act earned him praise from the werebeasts’ families, who spoke highly of him wherever they went.
From the awkward position of being "unable to have children," Lei Jin’s popularity skyrocketed—something he never expected.
After some time passed, the day of Mingya’s coming-of-age ceremony arrived. Early in the morning, Roger sent a set of new clothes to the temple. If Mingya successfully transitioned into adulthood, he would be able to maintain his human form permanently and could come out wearing the new clothes.
If things didn’t go well, yesterday might have been the last time he saw the little guy. Today, only their papa could enter to deliver the clothes.
“Don’t worry too much. Mingya will definitely get through this. You’ve seen how astonishing his hidden power is,” said Berg. Lei Jin and Berg sat in the main room, waiting for news while Bubbles had just fallen asleep.
“Yeah, that little troublemaker always manages to escape danger unscathed,” Lei Jin replied. Logically, there was nothing to worry about, yet an uneasy feeling lingered in his heart.
Earlier, Xiya had returned with news that Roger had collapsed as soon as he left the temple and seemed seriously ill. Roger was the type to stubbornly endure everything, and though he bore the heaviest mental burden regarding Mingya, he acted as if nothing was wrong every day. Even when Lei Jin invited him to join in delivering meals to Mingya, he refused, saying there was nothing to see and that waiting for Mingya to return home was the same.
“So, just relax,” Berg said, patting Lei Jin’s shoulder, only to find his body stiff with tension.
“En,” Lei Jin forced a laugh, though his mouth tasted bitter.
What a fake smile, Berg thought to himself. But despite his words of reassurance, who could truly remain calm at such a life-and-death moment?
Time passed minute by minute, with only the soft sound of sand flowing in the hourglass in the corner marking its passage. The ceremony began at sunrise and would end at sunset.
In a daze, Lei Jin thought he heard heart-wrenching cries from the street. As they grew closer, he realized someone was truly weeping.
Lei Jin and Berg simultaneously stood and rushed outside. A family was approaching from the direction of the temple, with the leading female carrying a small, gray-black-furred werebeast in her arms. His head hung limply, clearly lifeless. Lei Jin remembered this little werebeast—he had once gotten into a fight, leaving a notch in his left ear. Every time he saw Lei Jin, the little guy would shyly cover his notched ear with a paw.
As the group passed by, the dad trailing behind sighed deeply upon seeing Lei Jin. “Three already, and it’s not even midday. The calamity of the cycle year is unavoidable.”
They walked away.
“Let’s go back. No news means good news,” Berg said, pulling Lei Jin inside.
Before they could step over the threshold, someone called from behind, “Is anyone from Mingya’s family home?”
Lei Jin turned to see a middle-aged werebeast he had seen a few times in the tribe.
“Quick, go to the temple! If you’re late, you won’t see him again!” The werebeast recognized Lei Jin as the shared mate of the family’s sons.
At that moment, Berg felt Lei Jin’s hand turn frighteningly cold.
Lei Jin didn’t let Berg follow him—after all, Bubbles couldn’t be left alone at home. By the time he reached the temple, two more small werebeasts had been carried out, dead.
“Mingya hasn’t moved in a long time. He’s probably gone. Go in and bring him out,” the elderly priest said, opening the temple door for Lei Jin.
This was Lei Jin’s first time entering the temple, but he had no mind to observe his surroundings. The corridor was damp and cold, with agonized cries and the sound of claws scraping against walls echoing from the rooms on either side. The screams were so piercing that one wished to cover their ears. These children are struggling between life and death—of course their cries are filled with pain, Lei Jin thought.
The old priest opened the innermost room. As the heavy stone door creaked open, the interior was revealed—a large space with only a sliver of sunlight filtering through a small window, leaving it dim and shadowed. Thick straw covered the floor, and in the center stood a long stone table with a neatly folded set of new clothes. Otherwise, the room was barren—less a ceremonial site and more a prison cell.
A white figure lay motionless in the darkest corner, barely visible.
“Mingya,” Lei Jin called as he stepped inside, unwilling to believe that the little guy who had snuggled in his arms just yesterday was now gone.
The white figure didn’t stir.
Lei Jin took a few steps closer, but something felt off—the body was far too large. Mingya had always been so small.
“Mingya, is that you?” he called again, cautiously moving forward. The straw rustled faintly.
“Lei Jin, get out now!” The elderly priest sensed danger and shouted.
But it was too late.
The white beast in the corner slowly opened its eyes—blood-red, just like when Mingya had faced the saber-toothed beast that night. But this body was easily ten times larger than Mingya’s.
With a flap of his massive wings, the beast stood and advanced toward Lei Jin.
This was Mingya—yet not the familiar, beloved little guy Lei Jin knew.
“Lei Jin, get out! A newly adult werebeast doesn’t recognize anyone in the first—” The elderly priest’s warning was cut off as the stone door slammed shut in front of him, sealed by Mingya’s powerful wings.
The blazing look in the beast’s eyes made Lei Jin flush with both embarrassment and anger. He had seen that gaze in Xiya and Moya’s eyes many times before and knew exactly what it meant.
But that knowledge only made him more desperate to escape—because what stood before him now was a true leopard, one intent on claiming him.
The only exit was the sealed door. With no other way out, Lei Jin had to try.
As Mingya advanced, Lei Jin retreated step by step, his back eventually hitting the cold stone wall.
Forcing himself to stay calm, he waved a hand to distract the beast. “Mingya, Mingya, do you recognize me?”
The giant Mingya only stared blankly, his eyes darkening with desire.
This is bad. Really bad. Lei Jin’s mind raced. I’m going to die here today—and the cause of death? Getting fucked to death by a leopard.
No way in hell would he let his naked corpse be put on display posthumously.
In a flash, Lei Jin bent down, grabbed a handful of straw, and hurled it at Mingya’s face. The moment the beast blinked, Lei Jin spun and yanked at the stone door with all his strength—but it didn’t budge.
A rush of air warned him just in time. Lei Jin dodged right, but his heavy belly slowed him. A chilly draft hit him as Mingya’s claws tore through the left side of his shirt, leaving him half-bare.
Trapped, Lei Jin could only buy time, praying for rescue. He dodged and weaved, relying on whatever agility he still had, but he knew it was a losing battle. His stamina was no match for a werebeast’s. Once exhaustion took over, he’d be at Mingya’s mercy.
Though he avoided being pinned, his clothes weren’t so lucky. After a few rounds, only his shoes remained. The more skin he exposed, the more frenzied Mingya became, his breath growing ragged.
Soon, Lei Jin’s strength waned. Fatigue weighed on him, and he hadn’t eaten much that morning due to worry. He could already feel Mingya’s hot breath against his skin.
The next moment, despite sensing the attack, Lei Jin’s legs gave out. Mingya’s massive paws pressed him face-down into the straw.
Strangely, the beast didn’t harm him—even when pouncing, Mingya hadn’t used his full weight.
Lei Jin was flipped onto his back, legs forced apart. A rough, wet tongue scraped over his skin, followed by sharp teeth nipping at his ears, jaw, neck, and chest.
“Get… off… Mingya…” Lei Jin’s sensitive body trembled as he writhed.
Hearing his voice, Mingya’s eyes briefly cleared—only to darken again at the sight of the naked, squirming body beneath him.
“Mine… You’re mine…” Mingya murmured.
Lei Jin seized the sliver of hope. “Mingya! It’s me, Lei Jin! Wake up! Look at me!”
But the words only seemed to trigger the beast further.
“Lei Jin? Mine… Lei Jin is mine…”
A sharp gasp escaped Lei Jin as Mingya’s tongue enveloped his member, licking and sucking until his hips jerked uncontrollably.
“Mingya… stop… ah—” His hands strained against the beast’s grip.
Overstimulated, Lei Jin arched, spilling into Mingya’s mouth with a choked cry.
“Hurts… hurts…” Mingya rutted against Lei Jin’s thigh, his massive length seeking entry.
It’s too big. Lei Jin’s stomach twisted at the sight—thick as Bubbles’ arm, rigid and throbbing. If that thing entered him, the pain alone might kill him.
“Mingya, good boy… let go of my hands. I’ll help you… it’ll feel better soon.” Lei Jin softened his voice, coaxing. If he could get Mingya to come once, he might avoid the worst.
Mingya hesitated, then slowly released one paw, then the other when Lei Jin didn’t resist.
The moment he was free, Lei Jin scrambled up, shaking out his numb arms.
The beast watched him warily before rolling onto his back, legs splayed, erection on full display.
Lei Jin’s leg twitched—how satisfying it would be to stomp on it. But survival demanded cooperation.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, kneeling. His hands trembled as he wrapped them around the heated length.
Mingya groaned, surrendering to Lei Jin’s touch.
Never thought I’d be reduced to jerking off a giant leopard. Minutes dragged by, his knees aching, yet Mingya showed no sign of release.
“I refuse to believe I can’t handle this.” Though his bedroom skills had once been top-tier, they were nearly useless now.
Gritting his teeth, Lei Jin straddled Mingya’s stomach, focusing entirely on the task. One hand gripped the base, alternating between gentle strokes and rough twists, nails lightly scraping the tip.
Mingya’s body shuddered violently.
“Lei Jin…” he whimpered. So good… but not enough. His paws slid over Lei Jin’s thighs, gripping his hips as the man’s bottom swayed above him, the pink entrance teasingly visible.
Without thinking, Lei Jin smacked the wandering paws away. “Stop moving! Can’t you see I’m busy?”
But the moment the words left his mouth, he froze. This wasn’t the little troublemaker he could scold—this was a beast driven by instinct.
“I need to be inside… make him mine,” Mingya’s muddled thoughts whispered.
In an instant, Lei Jin was flipped onto the stone table, chest pressed against the cold surface, legs forced wide. Mingya’s tongue lapped at his entrance before plunging deep, striking his prostate with brutal precision.
“Mingya—no! Ah!” Lei Jin’s back arched, torn between pain and pleasure.
The beast withdrew only to drip scorching pre-cum over his hole. Lei Jin reached back, fingers brushing the monstrous girth, and broke into a cold sweat.
But his weakened body couldn’t resist as Mingya’s tip pressed inside, stretching him with shallow thrusts.
“I’m coming in… coming in…” Mingya growled.
Lei Jin’s muscles clenched involuntarily, only making the penetration more unbearable.
Then—
“Lei Jin…” Mingya’s voice softened, almost childlike.
“Mingya, snap out of—AH!” A searing pain ripped through him as Mingya sheathed halfway in one brutal push.
The thought of that thing burying itself completely filled Lei Jin with pure terror.
Mingya’s tongue dragged up his spine, the soft fur rubbing against his back a constant reminder—this is a beast.
Logically, Lei Jin knew survival mattered more than pride. But the humiliation of being taken by an animal shattered his composure.
“Mingya, pull out… please…”
Instead, the beast thrust deeper, each movement sending shocks of pain and pleasure through Lei Jin’s overstimulated body.
“You’re mine… mine…” Mingya chanted, his pace turning frantic.
Lei Jin came untouched, his release splattering the straw beneath him as Mingya’s claws dug into his hips, slamming into him with unchecked ferocity.
With a final roar, Mingya buried himself to the hilt, flooding Lei Jin’s insides with scorching heat.
The excess dripped down his thighs, all the way to his ankles.
As Mingya pulled out, Lei Jin collapsed onto the straw, dazed and trembling.
But the beast wasn’t done.
“No more…” Lei Jin weakly protested as Mingya loomed over him again.
The beast licked up his legs, removing his last remaining shoe before spreading his thighs. This time, his slicked entrance offered little resistance.
Lei Jin moaned softly, his pliant body rocking with each thrust.
When Xiya and Moya finally arrived after receiving the news, what they saw through the narrow gap in the door was this: on the table, the only spot where sunlight could reach, Lei Jin was lying on his back with his legs spread wide, arms tightly wrapped around the neck of the massive white beast atop him, submitting as the beast moved fiercely within him.