Fox Tails Are Fluffy and Cozy, Perfect for Hugging (2)
And so, the next day dawned just like that.
“Ha, uh... nngh...”
A beast's nature by birth, and thus a heaven-sent calling.
I could feel my heat cycle beginning.
Hotter and more intense than ever before, my overheated body exhaled breaths laced with a sweet, candy-like scent.
Never had it been this bad before.
“Haa...♡ Hnngh...♡”
Still staring at the firmly shut door that refused to open, I rubbed my thighs together restlessly.
The faint pleasure that trickled through did nothing to help.
If anything, it only stoked the fire higher.
“Nngh...♡”
If only this were the Fox Forest, deserted enough for me to relieve the heat alone.
But I couldn't. I clung desperately to my reason, suppressing the urges as best I could.
Then, with a creak...
I turned at the sound by my ear and saw the bedroom door—unopened for two straight days—finally swinging wide.
“Ah...”
A whoosh of fragrance leaked from the gap.
Overwhelmingly thick... intoxicatingly sweet.
A scent I'd breathed in countless times before, so familiar it sent a tingle racing through my body.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump...
My heart pounded wildly, unbidden, loud enough to echo in my ears.
Drip...
My aroused body reacted to the aroma, soaking my already drenched underwear even further.
And then, Hanjo emerged from the room.
After nearly two full days holed up in the bedroom with Lilith, his eyes were shadowed and hollow.
Lilith, emerging beside him, was the picture of vitality—her skin gleaming with a healthy sheen, the total opposite.
“Ha, Hanjo-ya... are you... oka...”
He looked exhausted but unharmed, so I started to ask if he was alright. But before I could finish, Hanjo spoke up, eyeing me.
“...Hey, Hoaran.”
“Ah, nngh... Wh-what is it...?”
What the hell are you doing, Hoaran?
Yesterday, I'd sworn to myself: the moment he stepped out, no matter what, I'd tell him this wasn't right.
Yet here I was, not uttering a word.
Instead, I swallowed hard at the scent wafting from Hanjo—far thicker than the aroma spilling from the room—and from Lilith, who clung possessively to his side.
I shouldn't be doing this.
I knew it was wrong, but my gaze kept drifting to Hanjo's crotch, gripped and kneaded in Lilith's hand, bulging obscenely even through his pants.
And maybe because I'd stared...
Hanjo pried Lilith's hand away, soothed her grumbling, and turned to me.
“...Sorry about this.”
He looked genuinely apologetic as he continued, eyes on me.
“...Just one hour. Can I crash for an hour...?”
I'm about to keel over here.
With that, he collapsed straight into my arms.
I stared at Hanjo, now snoring soundly on my lap, and asked Lilith,
“...What the hell did you two do?”
“One-for-one.”
“......?”
She licked her lips with that cryptic nonsense and said to me,
“...More importantly, Hoaran. That guy's better than he looks. You should be careful.”
Careful?
Of what...?
No, I knew.
I just didn't want to believe it.
Lilith, a succubus—virgin until now, sure, but still a succubus.
The queen of succubi, no less, warning me to watch out? The thought alone that Hanjo had been that impressive sent my already heated body into overdrive. I'd obsess over it all day.
So I shook my head vigorously, banishing the thoughts.
And then.
“Krrgh...”
Gazing down at Hanjo, snoring on my lap with his head pillowed there.
I stroked his hair and said,
“...I will never do such things with Hanjo.”
As I spoke, Lilith—who'd been staring at me and the soundly sleeping Hanjo, face buried in my lap—shrugged.
“Whatever. I'm off to wash up... and wrap things up so he can properly pay for the advance I gave him.”
With that, tail swishing, she headed for the bathroom. I called after her.
“Lilith.”
“Yeah?”
She glanced back questioningly, and I asked,
“...Lilith, are you... really okay?”
She froze for a split second at my question, then smirked.
“What if I'm not? It's done. My virginity's not coming back just 'cause I whine to that bastard.”
And...
“Thinking about it, whether I raise a kid to take over and retire, or dump it all on my husband and retire... same difference.”
If I'd known it'd end up like this, I should've just swallowed him whole from the start.
She trailed off, then looked at me.
“...Anyway, too late now. Nothing to be done. You handle your own business. Honestly, it'd be weird for me to help with that, right?”
She headed back to the bathroom. I gazed down at her.
“...I...”
Hanjo slept deeply, not even stirring.
“...What should I do, Hanjo?”
Thump-thump-thump-thump.
Feeling my body press against his sleeping form even more keenly, I murmured.
But no answer came.
I opened my eyes to Hoaran's face in a familiar angle.
“You're awake, I see.”
She brushed my hair back with a soft sweep.
The plush sensation against the back of my head made me nuzzle in unconsciously.
“Nngh...”
Just my hair brushing her thigh flushed her cheeks; she bit her lip hard. My sleep-fogged mind cleared a bit.
And I pieced together why I was like this.
Basically...
After Lilith wrung me dry for nearly two days straight, I escaped—licking her lips like she hadn't had enough—and stumbled out. Hoaran was at the door. I begged for just an hour's nap, collapsed into her lap without waiting for an answer, and blacked out.
Now, coming to, I saw the bedroom ceiling—stained from staring at it all day while Lilith rode me senseless on the final round. Hoaran must've carried me back here.
Looking around: no Karmine, no Karura, no Lilith. And the room, a total wreck before, was spotless. I asked Hoaran,
“H-how long was I out?”
“About three hours. You slept like the dead.”
Three hours...
I'd said one. I'd kept her waiting two extra.
“...Sorry.”
“No need. I... I enjoyed watching you sleep soundly.”
That was kinda embarrassing.
Not the first time she'd seen my sleeping face, but this felt different from before.
Anyway, three hours had eased my fatigue. As I started to sit up,
Squeeze.
Hoaran pressed my shoulder down.
“Hoaran...? I'm good now...”
“I... I thought long and hard about it. And reached a conclusion.”
She cut me off.
“...A conclusion?”
I asked. She hesitated, gazing down at me for a long moment, then spoke.
“...I am your mother, Hanjo. So I cannot accept your feelings. That is my conclusion.”
“......”
I looked up at her silently.
She flinched under my gaze, eyes wavering, but continued staring down.
“...That you think of me that way is... so very... so very grateful, but still, I wish to remain... your mother.”
So,
I interrupted her this time.
“Got it. Then do that.”
“Huh...?”
Her eyes widened as I rose from her lap. Facing her squarely, I said,
“If you wanna play mom, go ahead. It's fine.”
Suppressing the boiling rage inside, I added. She blinked at me.
“R-really...? Even so, is that alright?”
“Yeah. If you wanna be mom, be mom.”
She stared, face complex.
“Why?”
“...No, nothing. Nothing at all.”
She shook her head.
“More importantly, if you're still tired, why not sleep mor—”
She looked up at me mid-sentence.
I started stripping off my shirt.
“W-wait, wh-what are you doing right now?!”
Her floppy ears perked straight up.
“What else? Gotta do what needs doing.”
“D-doing? I clearly said...”
“Not that. Your heat cycle.”
“Ah...”
Her ears twitched bashfully.
“I-I misunderstood...”
“Oh, and... could you handle this too?”
Feeling revived after some rest, I presented my dick to her.
Well, not whipping it out outright—just thrusting forward the bulge straining my pants.
“Ah...”
Her eyes shook wildly at the sight.
So I said,
“It's your duty, right?”
“...Yes, it was. But...”
Gulp.
She swallowed.
“N-no helping it... Lilith isn't here right now... Karmine and Karura are out with Yustitia... so...”
No presences outside, huh? Everyone's gone.
Fine by me.
Given Hoaran's personality and her past words, she'd have pushed me toward them if they were around.
This was better.
“So... I shall...”
I grabbed her hand as she reached routinely for my zipper.
“Nngh... Wh-why?”
“Nah, gotta handle your heat anyway... Might as well kill two birds.”
“Two birds...?”
“Yeah. Just switch positions.”
She stared, clearly lost. I explained,
“Get on top first.”
“On top...? Th-that's... Ah...”
She trailed off, lips pressing tight. I asked,
“You know what I mean?”
She nodded ever so slightly.
She knew.
Well, duh—with all the books she read.
“Good. Then...”
I flopped back, patted the bed beside me.
“Give it a shot.”