I woke slowly, the kind of wake-up where your body rembers everything before your mind catches up. Yeah, that one.
Soft silk sheets clung to my skin, so warm but slightly damp from night sweat.
Gross.
The room still slled faintly of sandalwood and sothing sweeter; maybe cherry blossoms from the garden outside.
However, my muscles ached in a deep—but let’s say—satisfying way, the kind that reminded just how thoroughly the fox sisters had used the night before. Ganging up on like that.
Though, I achieved victory over them in the end. They were not Izra.
Also, after yesterday’s steamy night with Sakura, I received quite the shock:
[System Notification]
New Bond Ford: Sakura (Superior Fox Spirit)
[Abilities Gained: Magic Resistance, Magic Stability, Scher, Seducer, Third Eye, Magic Tracker, Sixth Sense.]
These people were turning into a monster! The total abilities I’ve gotten so far could probably fill up a whole Chapter now.
*
When I opened my eyes, Sakura was already awake, propped on one elbow, staring down at with those intense amber eyes.
Her pink hair spilled over her bare shoulders, framing her face like a cascade of silk.
She wasn’t... wearing anything. No kimono or blanket or robe.
Just her birthday suit—completely naked, her skin glowing in the soft morning light filtering through the paper screens, those breasts rising gently with each breath.
Understandably, my face blushed instantly.
I tried to look away, but her gaze held like a physical thing.
"Good morning, Benjamin Mark," she said.
Her voice was low and smooth.
I swallowed. "G-Good morning... You know, you can just call Benjamin or Ben if you wanted."
She smiled a small, almost shy one, then leaned down. Her lips brushing mine, with a soft and lingering performance.
She softened up after our excursion last night, though. Or is it just my imagination?
"If you say so," she murmured against my mouth, kissing again, even deeply this ti.
When she pulled back, her eyes sparkled. "Get ready. You’ll be following to one of the districts. My step-sister Lily governs that part. And she’s expecting us."
Before I could respond, the sliding door opened.
And a group of attendants entered—male and female beastkin, all in neat, simple robes.
Wait, they’re seeing us naked?!
They moved with quiet efficiency: one carried a basin of steaming water scented with herbs, another held folded clothes, a third brought a tray of breakfast; stead buns, fresh fruit, miso soup, and rice.
They took away and bathed .
Warm cloths wiped away the night’s residue, their hands gentle but thorough. They dressed in layers of fine silk: inner robe, outer coat with wide sleeves, a wide sash tied at the waist.
The fabric was deep indigo with subtle gold embroidery, heavy enough to feel regal but light enough to move in.
It wasn’t armor or casual wear; it was sothing in between; elegant, formal, and definitely ant to impress.
Sakura had already left to prepare herself.
So I waited in a small side room, sitting on a low cushion, staring at the garden through the open screen. The morning light made the cherry blossoms look almost pinker than the night before.
Then I heard footsteps.
When I turned, I found a sleepy Midori.
She’d stepped in without knocking, her green hair ssy with bed head, her kimono loose at the shoulders.
Her kiseru pipe was tucked in her sash, then her eyes locked on , ravenous.
"Ben-samaaaa~" she purred, crossing the room in three strides.
Before I could react, she imdiately straddled my lap, her knees sinking into the cushion on either side of my hips. "Good morning."
"Ah, yeah, good morni—Hey! What are you—"
She didn’t let finish.
Her hands were already at my sash, her tongue out, pulling it open and freeing my cock.
So early?!
It instantly hardened under her touch, thanks to [Infinte Stamina]. She didn’t hesitate at all. she leaned down and swallowed into her mouth.
Warm, wet, and tightening.
Her tongue swirled around the tip, then slid down the rod in one long pull. The suction was imdiate and intense, as her arms rested on my knees.
She bobbed her head, her cheeks hollowing, slurping loudly, her saliva dripping down my length. One hand pumped the base in rhythm, the other cupped my balls, rolling them gently.
I gripped the cushion beneath . "Midori—wait—!"
She humd around , the vibration shooting straight up my spine. Her pace began to quicken; as the wet, ssy sounds filled the small room.
I tried to hold back, but it was impossible!
Heat coiled on firmly, then it snapped.
I ca so damn hard, my hips jerked as gooey spurts of cum filled her mouth and face. She imdiately swallowed greedily, her throat working, not missing a drop.
When I’d finished, she pulled off with a wet pop, licking her lips, eyes gleaming at my cock. "Oh?! Still hard, I see. That’s a good boy."
She started to raise her kimono, exposing her thighs, clearly ready for more.
I grabbed her wrists gently. "Wait. Not now... Th-the attendants are watching."
"Ehhh?" She glanced over her shoulder.
Three attendants stood frozen in the doorway, their faces flushed crimson, and their eyes wide in awkwardness.
Midori pouted, but released . "Later, then. Don’t forget, okay?!"
"Uh, yes."
She stood, smoothing her kimono, and left with a sway of her hips.
I sat there, breathing hard, trying to compose myself.
But the attendants hurried in, pretending nothing happened, adjusting my clothes with quick, embarrassed movents.
How diligent. We were all blushing like tomatoes.
*
Sakura soon returned a mont later.
She looked absolutely stunning; deep crimson kimono with gold embroidery, hair pinned with jeweled combs, and fan in hand. The sight of her made my heart skip a beat.
"Ara? You’re blushing quite a lot," she said, tilting her head.
"A-Ah! It’s because you looked so astonishingly beautiful!"
Her own cheeks joined in pinkening instantly. But she raised her fan to hide it.
"Well... thank you very much." she cleared her throat. "Anyway, let’s go. Lily is waiting for us."
We left the palace on a grand palanquin—carried by four bear beastkin in ceremonial armor, the platform wide and cushioned, curtains of silk fluttering in the breeze. The ride was smooth, and the bearers moving in perfect sync.
We weren’t so late, so she didn’t use her teleportation ability. And it wasn’t too bad; I could gawk at cute beastkins along the way, like a happy pet on a vacation ride.
And hey, isn’t Sakura being a little too clingy? With the way she was holding on to , soone would think we were a couple.
*
We eventually arrived at the district Sakura had described as the hardest mix of Japanese and fantasy:
Stone castles stood beside wooden pagodas, streets paved with cobblestone but lined with cherry trees.
Beastkin in mixed attire—armor with silk sashes, robes over plate—moved through the plazas. The guards saluted as we passed.
Before reaching the elaborate castle at the district’s center, two familiar figures waved from the roadside.
Usagi-chan and her mother!
The bunny girl hopped excitedly, her long silver ears bouncing.
Her likewise gorgeous mother smiled warmly, holding a small basket of probably fresh mochi.
I couldn’t help but smiled back, my heart lifting up at the sight of them.
And I sure hope Usagi-chan would let touch her ears again; I promise to be gentle this ti, no more intensity.
Sakura then waved to them, and leaned close to Benjamin. "Lily is Silverøse’s mother. There are matters for I and her to discuss. So after your introduction, you are free to taste her if you want."
"T-T-T-T-Taste her?!" I got flustered quickly, "I’m not such a pervert!"
"Ehehe! You’re so cute." She ruffled my hair like I was a kid.
And again—hey, is it or does Sakura actually sees as her younger brother to care for? Ah, that sounds incestuous, considering what we did yesterday.
Anyway, we continued to the castle, with Usagi-chan and her mother joining us—sorry for the bearers, but they didn’t seem to mind.
The gates opened to reveal a courtyard of raked gravel and bonsai trees.
Princess Lily waited at the top of the steps: a mature bunny beastkin like Usagi-chan’s mother, but with golden-brown fur and a tiara of delicate gold.
This person was Silverøse’s mother? She was young and unreasonably adorable!
Though... the air of authority around her told I’d probably be executed if I ever touched her royal bunny ears.
Then she bowed slightly. "Welco, Onee-sama... And also, our honored guest."
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