A FOX’S WEDDING NIGHT
“…Hmm?”
Bell sensed something amiss and rose from his slumber.
It was the middle of the night, and he was in his bed. The curtains to his room were fully drawn, lit from behind by the glow of the moon. Bell awoke because he felt a strange warmth clinging to him from one side and a hot breath tickling the back of his neck.
His bleary eyes focused until he could make out the form of a renart—a foxgirl—lying in his bed next to him as though she were his wife.
“Wh-what are…?”
“I am sorry, Master Bell…”
Haruhime had untied her sash and deposited her crimson robe on the floor, climbing into Bell’s bed wearing only a single layer—basically her underwear. Bell felt a soft weight on his chest and a titillating warmth through which he could feel the girl’s lonely heartbeat. When she looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears, Bell found he couldn’t even scream.
“You’ve worked hard today, so I…came to keep you company.”
“…?!”
Haruhime suddenly sat up in bed and looked down at Bell. Her cheeks were slightly pink, but despite her shyness, she looked every bit an enchanting lady of the night. Shafts of moonlight coming through a crack in the curtains lit up her slender collar, and her long, golden hair spilled across her shoulders.
With delicate fingers, she deftly untied her garment, exposing her ample chest. The sight of her blinding milky skin was seared into Bell’s eyes, making him go red from head to toe even as he found himself unable to tear his gaze away.
“I wish to pay you back for all that you have done,” she said, “in the only way that I know how…”
Haruhime allowed her gaze to slide down to Bell’s torso as she unfastened his shirt. Then she gently pushed him down onto his back, her eyes those of a fox staring down at a helpless rabbit. She brought her face close to his, their lips drawing even closer…
“…And then that’s when I woke up!”
“What kind of idiot girl dreams of being the man on the receiving end?” said Aisha.
The Amazon was hearing an account of Haruhime’s dream in a café downtown. Seeing the foxgirl sit across the table so rose-cheeked, she couldn’t help but sigh. About an hour earlier, Aisha had stopped by the foxgirl’s new home to see how she was doing and invited her out for tea. Immediately upon sitting down, Haruhime had turned strangely serious and boldly spilled the beans about her nighttime adventure. Her fox ears and tail were swishing and swaying, and she trembled with embarrassment. Those wild delusions were something Aisha would have expected the pubescent Bell to concoct, not her.
“You horny fox,” she spat, causing Haruhime to go as red as a beet and fall over the table, clutching her head and wailing.
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