The chamber beyond was a haze of silk, candlelight, and low moans.
Eight young fox beastkin won lounged across the space; each one haughty-looking, stunning, and late teens in appearance, unlike Sakura’s mature beauty.
They wore variations of revealing kimono, tails rustling as they lounged.
Around them were several n—young and mature, unclothed, so blindfolded, so lightly bound with silk cords, others chained to cushions or low posts.
All of them were very beautiful, but all of them were spent and panting, their bodies marked with lipstick, sweat, and faint scratches.
The mont Sakura entered, the foxes looked up.
"Ara! Onee-sama, welco from the interracial summit. Ah, I see you’ve finally brought the main dish, as you promised!" the Golden-haired one exclaid.
"Really? Are you sure he’s the real one?" the white-furred sister asked, tilting her head.
"Of course! Do you think Onee-sama would fail to do as she guaranteed?!" the red one snapped.
"Well, it certainly must’ve been difficult. To steal him from that monkey queen, that is." the purple one drawled.
"Isn’t she going to co here looking for him?" the black one with short hair casually asked, sitting on a bound man like a stool.
"I doubt it. Even if she suspects us, coming here straight up would be declaring a dangerous war. One she can’t afford right now—not while those Horned Ones are moving," the silver fox said, stroking the hair of a sleeping boy on her lap.
"Ah, so Onee-sama foresaw all of this and played her cards accordingly? Banzai! Onee-sama is so smart!" the blue one, with short hair reaching her shoulders, hopped excitedly.
"Well, our wonderful pets," The golden one then raised a hand with regal calm, "could you all excuse us for now? Soone of unparalleled importance just appeared. Run off now."
The green one, with a kiseru pipe in her mouth, exhaled smoke lazily. "Ehhh? I wanted to fuck them too!" A person’s head moved rhythmically beneath her kimono; clearly pleasuring her orally.
The n obeyed slowly, so stumbling, others crawling away, clearing the room.
Benjamin stared, then his head dropped in defeat. ’Argh. I want to go back to the village already. I just know these girls are going to be too much for to handle.’
Sakura stepped forward, fan fluttering. "Sisters, et Benjamin Mark, the god-touched earlier seized by the female monkeys. He’s here... VISITING."
Benjamin squinted at her again for saying "visiting," instead of kidnapped.
Then Sakura nad them one by one, her voice proud:
"Ayaka." Golden fur, with a mischievous grin.
"Yukari." White, with this cool intelligence.
"Akane." Red, with a sharp smirk.
"Sumire." Purple, lounging gracefully.
"Kuro." Black, elegant and composed.
"Gin." Silver, with a calculating gaze.
"Aoi." Blue, with a childish, bubbly energy.
"Midori." Green, the pipe-smoking pervert.
These were the eight arrogant, beautiful fox sisters, all from the sa parents as Sakura.
And all looking at Benjamin like he was the next course on the nu.
The last of the bound n shuffled out of the chamber, heads bowed, and their bodies marked with the evidence of hours spent at the rcy of the eight fox sisters.
The sliding doors closed behind them with a soft thud, leaving only the nine won and Benjamin in the incense-scented room. The air felt heavier now, charged with anticipation and the lingering musk of femininity.
The sisters were arranged in a loose semicircle around Benjamin, their tails swaying lazily, their kimonos slipping off shoulders and thighs in calculated disarray.
Their eyes—matching the color of their fur—fixed on him with a mixture of amusent and greed.
Ayaka, golden-furred and radiant, spoke first, her voice dripping with self-satisfaction.
"So those tree-dwelling apes really think they’re sothing special to hoard such a gem themselves? Living in branches like wild animals, and pretending its so sort of freedom."
"They sll of dirt and sweat, I heard. I think they’re just lowborn creatures playing at nobility in cringe-worthy style." Yukari, white-furred with a strange, luminous eyes—a golden cross on red irises.
"Certainly. They strut around like they own all the forests in the world. Pathetic, if you think about it." Akane, red-furred and bristling, crossed her arms. "Benjamin-san must feel so lucky that Onee-sama noticed him at all, and saved him from their wild antics."
"They simply lack refinent." Sumire, purple-furred, adjusted her posture with queenly grace. "No culture at all, no elegance. Just brute force and crude mating. So unimpressive and unbecoming of ladies."
Kuro, black-furred, stared with droopy, expressionless eyes. "They’re beneath my notice. Ordinary and quite forgettable."
"Their existence is irrelevant." Gin, silver-furred, spoke in a flat, asured tone. "We are superior to them in every way."
"They’re like monkeys, no?" Aoi, blue-furred and full of life, giggled. "Funny as clowns, but not really worth our ti."
"No, I think they’re savage beasts that managed to look humanoid. No finesse at all." Midori, green-furred, reclined on a cushion with her kiseru pipe, exhaling a slow plu of smoke. "And not worth rembering. They should at least attach a dick on themselves, so they can be of so use to ."
Through every word, Benjamin’s hands clenched tighter at his sides
His shoulders trembled, not from fear, but from rising rage.
These won being insulted were the people who had welcod him, healed his lonely heart, and shared their entire lives with a stranger like himself.
Sara’s gentle touch, Heka’s tranquil strength, Martha’s wild laughter, Lulu’s shy smiles, Tamar’s reluctant warmth, Lotus’s ancient wisdom and kindness—they were all being clinically dismantled by these foxes’ words, reduced to insults and mockery.
So... Benjamin was very angry with them.
Sakura only watched all of them like a spectator, silent and only observing.
The sisters examined Benjamin, their eyes sizing him up.
Ayaka then smiled sweetly. "Alright, god-touched. You’re in a safe place now. Co and take our blessings before you beco part of Shishi-no-su."
Benjamin folded his arms across his chest. "No."
"...Eh...?"
The room went still.
Eight pairs of matching eyes blinked in genuine surprise.
Sakura only smiled softly at the unraveling scene.
Midori sat up slightly, pipe dangling from her lips.
"You... do understand what we an by ’blessings,’ right?"
She began to make a slow, explicit gesture with both hands—fingers forming a circle, then thrusting through it, her hips rolling for emphasis.
"We an FUCK. Fuck all of these rare goddesses before you, right here. Right now. It’s all of n’s dreams, yes?"
Benjamin’s jaw tightened. "I understood perfectly. And my answer is still no."
Akane’s tail lashed imdiately. "You dare refuse us, you lowborn peasant?"
All eight released a portion of their aura; subtle waves of pressure, sharp and oppressive, pressing against Benjamin’s skin like invisible claws.
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