A Fox's Maid (14 page)

Lilian flashed Christine a fanged grin. “Don’t I? Every time I even get a little bit close to Kevin, you go off like a mutt in heat. Face it, you’re jealous that Kevin likes me more than you. I don’t know why, though. It’s not like you two have a history together or anything. You’re just some random girl that he was nice to at the arcade one day.”

Christine's face turned blue as steam billowed out her ears. “Be quiet! You don’t know anything!”

While Christine and Lilian continued to argue, another conversation took place several yards away.

“
Do you think we should tell them that Kevin looks like he’s on death’s door?” Alex stared at his friend with a bit of concern. The young man had long since stopped flailing around, his arms now dangling limply at his sides. What little could be seen of his face was dark blue going on purple.

“
You think he’s on death’s door?” Andrew had to disagree. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s already kicked the bucket.”

“
You may have a point there.”

“…
Out…”

Once again, the twins stared very oddly at their friend. Justin had been acting even more unusual than normal lately. Considering how odd he normally acted, that said a lot.

“
Are you feeling alright, Justin?”

“
Yeah. You’ve been acting even slower than usual.”

“…
Fine… Kevin… not fine…”

The twins felt sweat trickle down their scalp.

“
Yeah, we kinda noticed that already.”

Observing the group from a safe distance, Kotohime remained silent, her face stony. She did not approve of the girl’s choice in mate, for many reasons, and not because she disapproved of the boy himself. There were simply too many similarities between Kevin and someone else she’d known for her to feel comfortable with him.

“
Really, Lilian-sama,” she sighed, “did you have to choose a human for your first mate? Such a decision is bound to cause nothing but pain.” She did not receive an answer, of course, but she had not expected one either.

While everyone had their attention focused on Kevin’s death-by-boob-asphyxiation, one salacious young man finally came to.

Eric groaned as his eyes fluttered open. His jaw hurt where he’d received that brutal uppercut; he could feel it beginning to swell. It would probably need to be iced. For such a tiny girl, that Christine sure could pack a punch.

“
Just what I’d expect from my Gothic Hottie.” Eric winced, his jaw flaring as he opened his mouth. Okay, so speaking was a bad idea. He would have to remember that.

Slowly but surely, he got off the ground. His ears were ringing and something was pounding in the back of his skull. He blinked several times, then looked around.

The scene before him was one that he’d grown kind of used to. Kevin was on the ground, dead to the world, and straddling his legs was the Tit Maiden. Her arms were wrapped tightly around Kevin’s head as she shoved his face between her breasts, while the Goth Hottie angrily yelled in her face. It wouldn’t be long now before the lolita girl began trying to pull Kevin out of the Tit Maiden’s chest. They’d be physically fighting over him before Eric could say eroge, he was sure.

It made him angry. Damn that Kevin! He knew one of Eric’s dreams was to die in the boobs of a beautiful woman! That bastard was accomplishing one of his life goals before him!

After the moment of irrational anger passed, Eric moved on. He’d grown so used to seeing his friend’s fortune that he could simply ignore it… sometimes. Instead of watching Kevin get smothered by those amazing tatas, Eric observed the track field.

It was mostly empty by now. Many of the track members had already left. The only people still present were his friends―no, wait. There was one other person present, someone he had never seen before.

His eyes zeroed in on the gorgeous femme. Her long, glossy raven hair reflected sunlight to create a halo effect around her womanly frame, as if her generous curves were a piece of the most exquisite art. Her skin was like porcelain, and the perennial blush on her cheeks made his libido skyrocket. Her large, almond-shaped eyes, full lips and pert little nose filled his mind with fantasies untold. She had a gorgeous face.

Her face was not what caught Eric’s attention.

“
One-hundred and six centimeters,” he whispered in reverent awe. Those had to be the largest boobs he’d ever seen! They were several sizes larger than Lilian’s! Those had to at least be a J-cup! How was such a thing possible?

Not that he cared about the hows. They didn’t matter. Only one thing mattered right now: he wanted them. He wanted to squeeze them. To suck on them. He wanted to reenact his favorite scene from his favorite eroge,
To Heart
, on them.

And then, suddenly, a voice spoke to him. It called to him. It beckoned him, spurning him into action.

“
Grab them,
”
it said.

“
Where have you been all my life, you lovely, succulent bags of fun?!”

Everybody present stopped to watch as Eric raced toward Kotohime, his eyes locked firmly on those two large mountains. He planned on conquering those ginormous globes of fun. Oh yes. The jiggly times were coming. Nothing would stop him in his quest to squeeze those delightfully titanic titties.

“
Come to papa―EEK!”

Silence. In the absolute stillness that now permeated the track field, Eric’s heavy, frightened breathing came out several decibels louder than normal. He would have gulped as well, but doing so might cause the very sharp object caressing his jugular to slit his throat, so he refrained.

“
Woah,” Alex murmured.

Andrew nodded in agreement, but his thoughts were on something else. “Is that a real sword? I thought it was a prop.”

“…
Katana… heaven…”

The odd stares Justin kept receiving would not be ending anytime soon.

“
Young man.” Kotohime’s voice remained serene, and that wondrous smile still adorned her face. Eric almost crapped his pants. “I must ask that you never try to grope my breasts again. Do so and my hand might slip, and you may find yourself lying face down in a ditch as your life’s blood drains from your body and stains the ground. Do you understand?”

Eric lost control of his bladder. A large stain appeared on his pants, expanding quickly. Kotohime’s nose wrinkled, but that was the only sign of her disgust.

“
Y-yes, ma’am!” he squeaked.

“
Good.”

When Kotohime removed the katana, Eric’s legs lost their ability to function. He fell to the ground, curled up into a fetal position, and began shuddering like a man who’d just been told he would die in seven days.

On that day, in the presence of that enchanting smile, in the face of such impossible beauty, and while staring at the largest pair of knockers he would ever see, Eric Corrompere discovered the true meaning of terror.

***

The trip back to the locker room was very awkward―for most of the people present, at least. Kotohime didn’t seem bothered by it, but she was a pretty unflappable woman so that didn’t mean much.

Kevin glanced at all the people walking alongside him, feeling more than just a little disconcerted. The twins weren’t fighting, Eric wasn’t perving, there was a suspicious-looking stain on his lecherous friend’s pants, and Kotohime was humming what sounded like the Imperial March under her breath. The only person among them not acting unusual was Justin, and that was odd in and of itself because Justin was the most unusual person he knew.

Something must have happened while he was unconscious. That was the only logical explanation. The twins he could figure out easily enough, but what about Eric? He didn’t think he’d ever seen the boy look so terrified before. What could have caused such a reaction?

Maybe he was better off not knowing. Wasn’t there an old saying about ignorance being bliss? Besides, there were more important things to worry about anyway, such as the two girls walking on either side of him.

Christine and Lilian were certainly a lovely distraction from his friends’ strange behavior. It was hard to look at either one of them for any length of time, especially Lilian. Whenever his eyes landed on the vixen, he found himself staring at something other than her face―two somethings, actually.

Whether he felt fear or arousal when he stared was something even he didn’t know.

Christine also posed a Dangerous Distraction, capital on the D’s. What with her lolita clothing, pale skin, delicate figure and ice-blue lips. Her fragile, almost doll-like appearance definitely turned heads, though if he was being honest, Lilian presented a much larger problem.

Of course, these two presented a much different problem than the one behind them. Turning his head just a fraction, Kevin spotted Kotohime gliding along with the grace and poise of an experienced warrior. The woman scared the crap out of him. Her presence at his back, combined with her katana already made him feel threatened. The last thing he needed was to give her a reason to use that katana on him.

Better look at something more pleasant.

He turned his head…

…
and found himself staring at Lilian, or rather, staring at Lilian’s boobs. Large, bouncy boobs that moved in the most enticing of ways with every step she took. Kevin didn’t want to admit it, but he really was beginning to see why Eric had such a big obsession with the things.

I feel so dirty, like I’ve been tainted somehow.

There must have been something wrong with him. Hadn’t he nearly been killed by those things minutes earlier? Why was he thinking about them so much?

I hope I’m not becoming a masochist. Damn that Eric! If his lecherous ways are contaminating me, I’m gonna hurt him.

“
Something on your mind, Kevin?” Lilian asked after he looked at her for the umpteenth time in the past ten seconds. She smiled. Kevin might take more effort to ensnare than most men his age, but that didn’t mean it would be impossible. She could see how her actions were wearing him down.

She could also see where he was looking.

Take that, Tsun-Loli!

Walking on Kevin’s other side, Christine sneezed.

“
Achoo!”

Several tiny icicles shot from her nose, impaling the ground in front of them. Lilian made a note not to step on any of those. They looked sharp.

“
Gesundheit,” Kevin muttered absentmindedly.

Christine cutely rubbed her nose. “Thank you.”

Lilian frowned. She didn’t like being ignored, especially when it was due to angry, violent tsun-lolis who thought they could get away with being, well, angry and violent, just because they were cute. Anime might work that way, but not the real world. In the real world, vicious little girls with flat chests were not able to commit acts of violence just because they were cute.

Stupid tsun-loli! You think you can steal my Kevin? I’ll show you!

Christine sneezed again and several more ice shards struck the ground.

Eric stepped on one of those ice shards.

“
Fucking damn it! What the hell is this?! A thorn?! Why is it so damn cold?!”

“
Shut up, idiot!”

“
GAOI!”

Eric’s head made brutal contact with the ground when Christine proved herself capable of a flying reverse kick. Kevin was impressed. He’d have never expected such a tiny girl to be capable of jumping that high.

“
Kevin?” Lilian prompted, ignoring the
tsukkomi
duo for a moment. Kevin looked at her, blinking rapidly several times.

“
Um, yes? I’m sorry. I was distracted by…” he glanced over at Eric and Christine, still in the middle of their
tsukkomi
routine. Kevin was reminded of a comedy skit in Vegas. Thinking on it, these two would probably be a hit if they ever decided to travel abroad with that routine. “Well, I just got sidetracked by something.” He coughed into his hand. “What were you saying?”

“
I asked what you were thinking about?” Lilian walked in front of him and turned around so they could speak face-to-face. “You’ve been getting distracted a lot more lately. Is something wrong?”

“
Ah, um, no.” Kevin ran a nervous hand through his hair. “I just can’t help but feel like there’s something I’m not getting. Did something happen while I was…” he trailed off, trying to come up with the proper words to describe his previously unconscious state in a way that wouldn’t damage his masculine pride.

“
While you were knocked out cold?”

Unfortunately for him, Christine had no qualms about destroying masculine pride.

“
Thank you, Christine,” Kevin’s slight sarcasm was missed by the yuki-onna, who appeared to think he was genuinely grateful.

“
I-i-idiot!” Her cheeks flared a brilliant blue as she stuttered. “I was only being honest! W-what the hell are you thanking me for?!”