The Eight-Hour Struggle to Create a Thrilling Baby with the Nine-Tailed Fox Monster
Alice stood facing the naked nine-tailed fox, shield gripped tightly in one hand, her expression tight with the classic hero-and-shield combination. Anyone watching would have sworn she had come to save her comrade just before the final blow landed.
If that comrade had deliberately lost to be raped, what exactly would she be saying right now...
Arines looked down at Alice with a subtle sneer of amusement. Even while lying beside her, she could feel the cold smile radiating from the vixen.
Alice, in turn, glared at her opponent without a word, ready to rush in and exploit every opening.
She really did seem more suited to the hero class than her actual role. Staring down one of the Four Heavenly Kings without so much as flinching, she had to be the multi-layered character type through and through.
But with Alice’s stats still stuck in the prologue event phase, there was zero chance she could beat Arines. At best she might survive one full attack and drop into a stun state, and even that felt like a generous margin.
Arines clearly understood the situation as well.
“I see... So you came all this way to rescue this child?”
She trailed off with a genuine, heartfelt sigh of admiration. Then she began hurriedly gathering her scattered clothes and pulling them back on. Awww, such a pity... The way her back had been teasingly visible moments ago, yet she now covered it all so meticulously...
That vixen really didn’t have an ounce of shame left in her!
“What the hell do you think you’re doing to my comrade?! Get the fuck away from here right now!”
“Oh? And how did you know I was here?”
“Kk... th-that’s...”
She isn’t even my comrade to begin with! And I slipped out without anyone noticing!
The two of them stood in tense silence for a long while, neither daring to strike first. But Alice was already exhausted, so if Arines wanted to win she could just end it right here...
She might have to use magic to roast the fox alive. Binding spells could immobilize her legs, but any direct attack magic would just turn Alice into charcoal.
The silence stretched on. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Finally it was Alice who broke the quiet.
With a curious, almost excited gleam in her eyes, she raised her hand to cover her lips and tilted her head, studying Alice carefully.
“You... are you not actually in love with my husband?”
“N-no, who’s my husband!”
Whoa, what the—? Why did her voice suddenly change like that? When I asked if she was in love, she answered in a voice clearly full of shock and confusion. And the way she phrased it... so casual now.
“I see... Now I understand. If you had any eyes, you never would have come to this dangerous place. So you are my enemy?”
“T-that’s obvious!”
A burst of genuine, delighted laughter echoed through the air.
They kept laughing for a while, then suddenly Arines flung her hand high in the air. Alice braced her shield, ready to block the strike—
Snick.
A sharp finger snap and a violent gale exploded outward. The autumn wind swirled, sending the vixen’s revealing clothes fluttering away like leaves in a storm. She was becoming nothing but wind herself.
“W-wait! Over there!”
Alice lunged after her, slicing through empty air before tumbling backward.
“Fufufu... You are not my enemy, nor the enemy of war. You are the enemy of love. Soon enough you will see... Can you truly beat me?”
“Shut the hell up! I’ll kill you!”
She swung her sword wildly at nothing, yet never landed a single scratch. Instead the vixen simply vanished into the wind with that same mysterious, playful laugh.
“Uaaaaaaaah!!!!!”
“Then I’ll see you again later, my rival.”
“You fucking bastard!!!!!!”
Arines drifted away on the wind, muttering something completely incomprehensible. Alice kept swinging her sword in a frenzy until she finally collapsed back into place, utterly exhausted.
“Hah... really...”
She looked drained.
Everything that happened afterward was exactly the same as last time. While Alice scolded her for nearly getting caught and frantically preparing an escape rune, I was insulted for “butting in.”
“Stop inserting yourself like that! I could’ve handled that slut on my own!”
“You sure talk big for someone who lost so many times.”
Honestly, she had only gotten through by refusing to use magic and letting herself get stripped. It was good I hadn’t suspected she was deliberately trying to get raped.
Anyway, I didn’t want the woman I was with thinking I had any such suspicion...
“If you had been a second later, you would’ve been dragged away by the fox. Is that why you’re panicking? You’re scared you’ll be raped for the rest of your life!”
That’s exactly what I want! But if you keep butting in at the worst moments, I can’t enjoy a nice rape!
Honestly, I still couldn’t figure out why this woman was always so worried about me. What Arines said earlier was probably nothing but provocation.
And for a complete stranger to be so protective of a weakling like me who gets stolen by slimes... it was weird.
While I was still thinking that, Alice started gently stroking the tracking tattoo on my body. She tilted her head and asked me a question.
“You... this is the magic the fox put on you, right?”
“Looks like it.”
“No way... A monster that strong cast an enslavement curse? How are you even going to handle that?!”
Alice sighed deeply, pressed a hand to her forehead, and bowed her head. Then she turned to me and muttered one line.
“Still, it’s only a spell. It probably won’t work properly inside the village... but it’s still dangerous.”
“Wait... why doesn’t it work near the village?”
“Because it’s close to the temple. Holy power disrupts mana. It doesn’t vanish completely, but it’s definitely weakened... This is pretty risky.”
Concerned, she shot me a sidelong glance. It seemed she thought trouble would come sooner or later.
Meanwhile I was desperately trying to find a way to separate Alice from me.
I needed to get her off my back so I could enjoy a nice rape without interruption.
Was there really no other way...
I was lying there staring blankly at the ceiling when Alice spoke quietly.
“I really don’t know why I’m so worried about someone like you...”
She was complaining to herself. The moment I heard that, a solution clicked into place.
It seemed Alice was chasing after me out of genuine concern. The best way to shut that worry down was to let her see my true power—something that would also make me enjoy it more.
“Hehe... this should be enough. Ehehe~”
“Huh? What are you—”
While I spoke, her fingers kept poking my cheeks. The touch felt oddly soft and gentle...
The next day Alice had an urgent guild request and headed to the outer districts. She looked like she was in a real hurry.
“You... keep leaving the village and getting into trouble with monsters. Grow some strength first, okay? Or just live in the village. Why do you have to go out and get yourself hurt?”
“S-stop worrying about me!”
“How can you say that when you’re this weak? The second I look away you just collapse and lie there!”
She yelled at me and pinched my cheek. Her scolding sounded kind rather than angry, and for some reason my chest felt a little warmer.
Alice left the inn still fussing over me. On top of that, she even left money behind so I could manage while she was gone.
Why was she being so nice to me?
Well, once I got her off my back I could start having some real fun. Fortunately, if I had a few simple ingredients I could drop this annoying problem completely.
While she was away I bought a crystal mold and a mixing pot from the market. I had received some money after burning down the harpy nest last time.
Still, she has a really delicious body. Alice will just have to take her share too.
Alice seemed like the type who couldn’t stand to see any young or weak person suffering. She just wouldn’t let them be.
I had every intention of getting raped here, but I wasn’t evil enough to kill someone who was genuinely worried about me. I couldn’t bring myself to use magic on Alice.
But... I could make her lust after me instead.
All I had to do was use the aphrodisiac candle. In-game it was an item made by combining monster materials, and it was specifically used to trigger those steamy scenes with the heroine.
Unfortunately, the recipe wasn’t complicated. Just put the ingredients in a pot, simmer for thirty minutes, pour into the mold, and let it cool. Done.
And I was pretty good at acting too.
If I burned the candle and made Alice go into heat, she would probably feel guilty and leave me behind.
Sorry about that, but she kept worrying too much. I had no choice but to do it!
The only ingredient I couldn’t buy was Alraune honey. The others—beeswax, mint, and rosemary—were all simple market purchases. The problem was the last one: semen-mixed Alraune honey. There was only one way to get it.
That meant I had to rape Alraune to get the honey.
Well... there was no other way, right?
I strapped my weapon to my hip, threw on a rough cloak, and stepped outside. The usual receptionist elf glanced up from behind the counter.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“Just... got a little restless and decided to take a walk.”
“Not heading somewhere you shouldn’t again, right? Hah, whatever. You don’t look like the type to go all the way to a monster area on your own. Anyway, come back safe.”
The elf went right back to lying on the counter like nothing had happened. Honestly, she looked more lazy than I did.
Me? I was brimming with thoughts of rape.
Then...
Let’s go!