Moonlight stread through the vent, bathing the beautiful fox-person in its glow.
"My apologies!" Haruhi flushed crimson, recalling their earlier contact. She swished her tail and parted her cherry lips.
"Master remains here... seeking a second ti, is it not?"
"Hm? My na's Bell Cranel. There's no need to be so formal, Haruhi-san." Bell gently brushed aside her odd question.
"Hmm... Cranel-sama, do you wish to have a second round with this servant?" Haruhi smoothed her golden hair, bit her lip, and asked again.
"Wait, what did you say?" Bell frowned.
Uncharacteristically, the youth couldn't follow her train of thought. What exactly did the fox girl an by "a second ti"?
"Cranel-sama... I know the second round will be longer... I'll try my best... Please, entrust everything to ..." Haruhi's golden tail trembled incessantly. It wasn't fear, but rather a Beast Human's way of soothing the overwhelming excitent surging within her.
"After such an intense encounter... Cranel-sama still isn't satisfied... How can he be so full of energy..."
The very instant Haruhi began undressing, Bell finally understood why Aisha called Haruhi a "sly fox." He hadn't done anything at all—what kind of dream had this fox girl been having? Without a doubt, Haruhi was fantasizing about an intense "battle" that never happened.
As a courtesan, she hadn't just learned various skills—she'd morized every line to please her clients.
"Cranel-sama must be exhausted... Let guide you through the second round..." A seductive glint flashed across Haruhi's delicate features.
"Haruhi-san? Please wait..." Bell could understand her state of mind. The purer and nobler the soul, the harder it is to accept reality when plunged into the depths of depravity.
Haruhi's psychological burden must be imnse, blurring the line between dream and reality. Understanding is one thing, but what kind of dream could this fox girl have had to make her so excited?
No matter how Bell tried to dissuade her, she seed oblivious, quietly removing her kimono. Bell sighed deeply, placing both hands on her shoulders.
"Haruhi-san, please sit down. Let's talk for a mont." Bell couldn't bring himself to tell her it was all a delusion. After all, this was the kind-hearted lie Aisha had painstakingly maintained all along. Bell couldn't trample on it.
"I understand..." Haruhi, her face flushed, dressed herself and sat down respectfully. Bell sat beside her and murmured softly,
"There's no need to be so stiff. Relax a little."
"But Cranel-sama is a guest, and I am rely a lowly courtesan..." Haruhi protested.
"So, Haruhi-san, are you afraid of ?" Bell pressed.
"No... When other guests co, I pretend to be asleep, but Cranel-sama is different... I'm truly happy. It's an honor to be favored by you..." Haruhi's posture relaxed considerably, though traces of aristocratic grace remained evident.
"..." Bell frowned.
What does "as if asleep" even an? She clearly passed out... But this is so serious double standards, right? Could it be that her state of mind changed around him, giving birth to new dreams? Her forr fear and dread had transford into reassurance and delight. This Renard maiden, untouched by love, couldn't help but conjure strange fantasies (spring dreams), which she recorded in detail, mistaking them for reality.
"If Haruhi finds pleasure in it, that's truly wonderful..." Unable to shatter her delusion, Bell offered only a bitter smile, acknowledging that first round—a complete fabrication.
"Hmm, but Cranel-san, are you truly not interested in another round? You did offer such a precious gemstone." Haruhi blinked her erald eyes, casting a suggestive gaze.
A night of passion is worth a thousand gold. This was a phrase often spoken by the won within the brothel. Judging by the manager's attitude, Haruhi knew the gemstone the youth had offered was undoubtedly invaluable.
"That gem... well, it was well worth it to have Haruhi-san accompany for the night." Bell answered truthfully. He simply couldn't bring himself to say that the gem had actually been stolen from Apollo Familia... If that Hyakinthos were to discover his cherished gem had been used as currency in a brothel, who knew what he might think.
"Cranel-sama jests. I am not worth such a price..." Though Haruhi spoke thus, her tail wagged happily. She could feel the boy's sincerity. It was as if he genuinely believed spending a night with Haruhi was more precious than that gemstone.
"Of course it is. Haruhi-san's smile is far more beautiful and captivating than any gem." Bell offered his sincere praise. He could never forget that fleeting smile. What emotions had stirred within the fox girl when she had turned that smile toward him outside her room? If she were to regain her freedom, that epheral, exquisite smile would surely bloom even more radiantly, more captivatingly.
"Beautiful... beautiful... I'm rely a courtesan... unworthy of such words..." Haruhi twitched her crimson ears and stamred in response.
"It has nothing to do with status or circumstances. I wish to understand you more, Haruhi-san. Might you tell about your past?" Bell voiced his thoughts candidly.
"I understand... If it is Cranel-sama, I am willing to share my past..." Under the faint moonlight, Haruhi began recounting her experiences.
"My holand lies in the Far East..." Haruhi was born in an island country surrounded by the sea, where spring brought cherry blossoms, sumr cicadas, autumn maple leaves, and winter snow—the scenery shifting with the changing seasons. Her golden hair swayed gently, as if sending her thoughts back to the holand she missed.
"I had no mother. My father was a governnt official." As Bell had guessed, Haruhi grew up in a prominent family, learning etiquette from a young age. Like a caged bird, she remained within the confines of the mansion. Though sowhat dull, friends from the shrine would sneak her out to savor the leisure of the outside world. Haruhi yearned deeply for everything beyond her walls, longing to witness more sights with her own eyes. Yet this desire would be fulfilled in the most disastrous manner.
"I was overco by sleep... and stole an important offering ant for our honored guest... I was cast out from my ho..." The offering ant for the Sun Goddess Amaterasu had vanished. Traces of food remained on Haruhi's lips.
Based on this alone, she was deed the culprit and her family decided to sever all ties with her. While Haruhi was still in a daze, the Pallum who had brought the offering took her away. Bell instantly understood—this was a ticulously planned sche to abduct the fox girl.
"And then?" Bell asked softly.
"Later, this servant encountered demonic spirits attacking along the road... The noble who brought here abandoned and fled... ...At the last mont, this servant was rescued by a band of thieves. They saw that I was young and a virgin, so they sold for a high price to Orario..."
A series of twists and turns. When Haruhi first arrived in Orario, she was accidentally seen by the goddess Ishtar. Since then, she had been imprisoned as a prostitute, bound to this life.
"Cranel-sama..." Seeing the pain in the young man's expression, Haruhi hurriedly spoke, "I have Aisha-san and the others here, and I live well every day..."
"..." Bell remained silent, facing the fox girl feigning strength.
In this world teeming with monsters, tragic backgrounds weren't uncommon. Yet Haruhi had never uttered a single complaint. She simply stated the facts calmly.
Even when cast out from her ho, even when sold as rchandise to Orario, Haruhi had held back her tears. She was thinking of the boy. Haruhi knew full well that her past was a tragedy, a miserable truth no one wanted to hear. So she fought back the tears welling in her eyes, refusing to let the boy see them.
Only now did Bell truly understand the aning behind that smile. Behind her yearning for freedom lay a heart that had grown strong.
"Haruhi-san, please co closer." Bell spoke gently.
"Cranel-sama... Are we... beginning... now?!" Her words faded into the moonlight. Bell drew the fox girl into his embrace, holding her tenderly.
"Cranel-sama... this servant..." Feeling warmth she hadn't known for years, Haruhi found herself at a loss for words.
"You've been strong enough. There's no need to endure any longer." Bell offered his chest, gently stroking Haruhi's head.
"I... I truly haven't..." Haruhi tried to protest, but tears welled up uncontrollably. One drop, then another, eventually forming a crystal-clear cascade that ran down her cheeks.
Why was she born without a mother? Why was she locked indoors, forbidden to leave? Why was she cast out from her ho for no apparent reason? Why did she encounter monsters? Why was she sold to Orario to beco a courtesan?
Doubts, sorrow, agony... Everything poured out with her tears. The warr the boy's embrace, the deeper the pain within Haruhi's heart.
"Cranel-sama... I am already a prostitute! I am utterly unworthy of any connection to a hero!" This warmth was both the antidote comforting her soul and the poison leading her to ruin. To a hero, a prostitute symbolized destruction.
Haruhi could not beg the boy for salvation. In her eyes, from the mont her body had been defiled, she had fallen into an eternal abyss, never to see the light of day again.
"..." The girl's tears soaked his chest, plunging Bell into conflict. He couldn't tell Haruhi that she still possessed her virginity. Beyond Aisha's conviction, the goddess Ishtar ruled over these prostitutes. If she harbored envy or obsession toward virgins...
Upon learning this truth through his conversation with Haruhi, she might forcibly order the n of her familia to defile her. Yet if Bell concealed the truth and acknowledged her status as a prostitute, he couldn't refute Haruhi's words of ruin.
Caught in this dilemma, Bell spoke slowly: "Haruhi-san, do you like ?"
"Mm..." The fox girl answered through sobs. Though their ti together had been brief, the boy was the only one Haruhi felt comfortable confiding in. The tragic past weighing on her heart had tornted her for far too long. This precious warmth, she wished to treasure for a lifeti.
"If... if you still possessed your virginity, would you give it to ?" Bell asked softly.
"Of course! I truly love Cranel-sama! But I have already... already..." Haruhi's face was wet with tears. The youth gently stroked her cheek as their eyes t. Passionate gazes intertwined. A sorrowful love welled up amidst the tears.
In the next instant, Bell leaned in toward those cherry blossom-like lips and kissed her directly.
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