Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2103: One mind

She had already stepped forward and lowered herself, appearing to wait for me to fasten the saddle onto her back.

Witnessing her in this state made me feel quite awkward; truly, I had no desire to engage in such a task.

However, it appeared she had no intention of letting the matter drop.

This became especially clear when she mirrored my movements as I retreated.

Her persistent following made it evident that she would continue to trail me until I finally secured the saddle.

The expression on her face suggested she was genuinely eager to have the saddle fitted and put to the test.

I struggled to fathom why Lupus was so insistent, yet when she acted in such a manner, refusing her proved difficult.

Consequently, I felt compelled to approach and affix the saddle to her.

The process was inherently awkward, though she did everything within her power to simplify the task for me.

In truth, this was my initial experience saddling a wolf, so I lacked any real expertise. Had she not provided constant guidance throughout the process, the endeavor would have taken considerably longer.

Once the harness was in place, Lupus underwent a complete transformation.

She remained a mighty fenrir, but she now carried the appearance of a capable battle mount.

Lupus even seemed captivated by her own reflection, appearing almost proud of her new look. A trace of melancholy flickered in her eyes as she regarded herself.

It was obvious she had worn this gear before under the care of another, though I had no clue who that might have been.

After the saddle was secured, she crouched down before me as if expecting me to mount.

Yet again, seeing her take this stance made me feel visibly uncomfortable.

Ultimately, I swallowed my pride and climbed onto Lupus’s back.

The instant I did so, a strange connection surged between us.

I was unsure how this link originated, but suddenly it felt as if something had interfaced directly with my mind. Shortly thereafter, a secondary connection materialized, allowing me to perceive another person’s willpower entangled with my own.

It was the consciousness of Lupus, bridging with mine.

Because of the heightened senses I now possessed, I recognized it was her; surely, only a wolf could command such keen awareness.

"You are now in control," her voice resonated clearly within my mind before falling silent.

Following this declaration, she immediately rose to all fours. As she stood there, she appeared to be waiting for an explicit command.

While I understood she was awaiting my order, the reality was even deeper than that.

The saddle granted me total mastery over Lupus, allowing me to dictate her every movement. I could even compel her to embark on a suicidal charge should I desire it...

I found this sensation of exercising absolute control over her deeply unsettling; it simply felt morally wrong.

When I failed to give an order, Lupus whispered, "Do not worry about me; this is simply how we merge our strengths. It is the most effective method, as a god’s messenger must always follow a..."

Her voice trailed off as if she realized she had spoken too much, but I knew what she intended to say, causing my brow to furrow.

This realization prompted me to dismount and return full control to her.

She looked at me with an expression of disappointment, though it did not seem aimed at me personally. Rather, she appeared disappointed in her own standing, as if she were expressing that she was unworthy of me.

I struggled to find the right words to address her gaze, yet a wave of guilt washed over me.

Given the immense trust she displayed, failing to test the connection seemed to let her down; simultaneously, a part of me felt she was using that guilt to manipulate my decision.

After no small amount of internal conflict, I finally resigned myself.

"Regardless of my feelings, we may need this to combat the Four Omens in the future. Better to be prepared now than caught off guard later."

With a heavy sigh, I climbed back onto her and asserted control once more.

Beyond the joy I sensed emanating from her, there was also a distinct trace of excitement.

Nevertheless, I couldn't help but ask, "Do you not feel wronged being forced into this?"

"I was raised for this purpose, and I take pride in these duties."

Her words only served to elicit more pity from me rather than easing my conscience.

"Please, just allow me to fulfill my role."

When she spoke in such a pleading tone, I felt I had no further choice.

I remained ignorant of her past, but it seemed her childhood had been far from pleasant.

For the time being, I decided to play along with her request.

Thus, I issued the command: "Run forward."

I barely finished the word before Lupus surged ahead.

Caught completely off guard by her sudden velocity and the harsh wind that struck me, I felt as though I would be tossed entirely from the saddle.