A Fox's Maid (2 page)

Her crotch was also rubbing against the pitched tent that had suddenly sprung forth in his pants, proving that, even if she didn’t know it, her body and actions did indeed have an effect on him.

“
Lilian! What do you think you’re―”

Kevin couldn’t finish his sentence, because Lilian giggled in her sleep… and stuck her hands underneath his shirt to begin feeling him up. It was the latter action that caused him to lose the ability to form coherent sentences.

“
Oh, Beloved. I’m so glad you’ve realized that I’m the only one for you!”

“
The only―” Kevin’s face grew hot. Red hot. It blazed with the fire of a million suns. “Lilian, what are you saying?!”

Lilian just giggled. Her eyes were closed as she continued nuzzling his chest with her nose. She was quite obviously still asleep.

“
Now we can get to the kissing…”

Kevin’s face turned an even darker shade of crimson, like a sun that was about to go nova. It burned with a ferocious intensity that could only be matched by females found in
shōjo
manga.

Kevin could feel his masculinity points dropping by the second—good thing they weren’t hit points, or his HP gauge would already be in the red.

“
And the petting…”

Steam started pouring out his ears. Her words conjured all sorts of erotic images, scenes of him caressing Lilian’s bountiful body; fondling her magnificent breasts, grabbing her shapely butt, and doing all sorts of other naughty and titillating things to her―things that would have made his friend Eric die from blood loss.

“
And you can finally bend me over the table, rip off my clothes, and ravish me to your heart’s content!”

It was her last comment that finally did Kevin in. In all honesty, he had been finished even before Lilian’s last words. They were simply the final nail in the coffin for him.

Without warning, all of the blood that had not already rushed down to his male anatomy went straight to his head. Kevin Swift passed out, blood spurting from his nose like a broken fire hydrant. He was gone long before his head, jet-propelled by the massive quantities of carnelian fluid shooting from his nostrils in an almost never-ending stream, smacked against the floor.

All the while Lilian―who, surprisingly enough, didn’t get any of the blood launched from Kevin’s nasal passages on herself―continued giggling in her sleep, completely oblivious to the fact that she had just made him pass out via a nosebleed, one that would have put all the nosebleeds Eric ever had from his audaciously perverted antics to shame.

Too bad. She would have been rather proud of her accomplishment.

***

“
W-w-what are you saying?!”

Despite the amount of blood rushing to Christine’s porcelain cheeks, they felt incredibly cold, like a winter’s chill back home in Alaska. It didn’t take long for her to realize what that meant; she was blushing. A yuki-onna’s face didn’t get hot when they blushed, instead growing cold as their powers spiraled out of control, which may have also contributed to the crazy amount of mist and frost gathering in the room at that moment.

“
W-w-we can’t do that here! Are you crazy?!”

“
Oh, but I am crazy. Crazy for you.” The figure standing before her spoke in a male voice that sounded articulate and smooth. His tone was softer than silk and more honeyed than a high-class male prostitute. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

His blue eyes stared into her own crystalline orbs, smoldering with the kind of passion that made her knees weak and her heart race to the beat of ten-thousand drums. He took a step forward. Then another. His messy blond locks swayed with each step, hovering over his eyes and creating an alluring aura of mystique that nearly froze Christine in place.

Nearly froze, because as he moved toward her with his slow and steady gait, like a predator stalking its prey, she took one involuntary step back to counter his increasing closeness. However, while she did indeed move backwards, a part of her wanted him to reach her, to capture her, to pin her in place and claim her mind, body and soul. She squashed this part with ruthless efficiency―or rather, she tried to. She didn’t have much success.

“
W-we shouldn’t…” The pale blue dusting her cheeks, reminiscent of winter, darkened in hue, becoming deeper and spreading across the bridge of her nose. The color complemented her nearly translucent white skin. “… I-i-it’s not right.”

He smirked at her, and in doing so, made Christine’s breathing hitch and her heart skip a beat.

“
Oh, but it is right. Nothing could possibly be more right than what we’re about to do.”

Christine stopped moving, or rather, the wall behind her impeded her ability to move anymore. This did not stop him, and he continued moving forward until his body was practically melded to hers. A combined noise of surprised gasp and pleased moan escaped her parted lips as his masculine body pressed against her more feminine one. A most unusual heat pooled in her loins, contrasting sharply with her cool body temperature.

“
No… I don’t want this…” she muttered, half-heartedly trying to push him away even as her heart begged to let him take her.

“
But you do,” he countered, his eyes narrowing in a combination of amusement and bishounen sensuality. Christine noted that the only thing he needed to be a picture-perfect pretty boy was an inordinate amount of sparkles surrounding him. “You would have used your powers to freeze me in place if you didn’t want this.”

Christine had nothing to say to that. It was true. She was just being stubborn.

“
I want you, Christine.”

Christine gasped, both at the way he said her name―with an intense, sensual growl that caused her panties to become damp―and the way he ground his pelvis against hers, sending tendrils of arcing ecstasy through her body, like an electric jolt, only infinitely more pleasant.

“
I want you so badly, Christine,” he continued, his lips hovering right next to her ear. His breath was hot on her earlobe, sending goosebumps across her skin and a delightful tingle through her core. “And if you don’t want me, then you’d better push me away now, before I end up doing something you’ll regret.”

She looked into his eyes, their foreheads nearly touching they were so close. His blue eyes were hooded with desire, with lust, for her. He wanted her, badly. And if she was being honest with herself, Christine wanted him just as much.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she tilted her head up and parted her ice-blue lips. He wrapped his arms more tightly around her waist, pulling her closer against his solid, masculine body. She quickly wound her arms around his neck in return.

Was this it? Was this the moment she had been waiting for? The moment they would…

“
Christine.”

His hot breath washed over her mouth, causing her body to shudder pleasantly. She could feel her desire for this man, for this moment, burning within her. She’d never desired something so fervently before. It caused her unbearably chilly body to undergo a most pleasant combustion.

“
Yes, Kevin?” Her voice was nothing more than a breathy whisper filled with longing.

“
It’s time for you to get up.”

“
What?”

***

Christine opened her eyes…

…
and found herself staring at a ceiling. Her ceiling. There was an annoying beeping in her ear―her alarm clock, she realized belatedly. She blinked several times, lifting her hand to shut the infernal noise-making machine off, while also taking note of her sudden surroundings. Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat and felt incredibly cold, even though she had the heater turned up to 95 degrees. There was a slight damp spot on her sheets underneath her bum—and along her inner thighs. Her left hand was also buried in her panties.

She blinked several more times.

Then her face became mottled with righteous anger… and shame, but mostly righteous anger.

Tsundere mode: activated.

“
T-t-t-that IDIOT!” Christine roared, throwing her sheets off and jumping out of bed, her face bluer than a blueberry popsicle. Steam burst out of her ears like an eruption of Old Faithful. The walls, floor and ceiling became covered in a layer of ever-expanding hoarfrost, which moved along every surface like an alien entity threatening to invade her personal space.

Christine barely noticed what her out-of-control powers were doing to her room, busy as she was raging.

“
I can’t believe it! First he barges back into my life like some kind of sparkly vampire from a teenage romance novel, then he has the gall to not even remember me, and now he’s invading my dreams, too?!”

Christine’s mind conjured an image of Kevin, his handsome face smiling as he told her how he hoped they could become friends. Her face became a much darker shade of blue, as a combination of outrage and embarrassment swept through her body with the  power and intensity of a Category 5 hurricane.

“
DIE!”

Several shards of ice flew from her hands to impale the wall behind the imaginary vision of Kevin that her mind had conjured. She didn’t even notice that she had just punctured several holes in her wall.

“
You think you can invade my dreams like that, asshole?! I’ll show you!”

More ice flew from her hands, turning the wall into Swiss cheese. Christine remained utterly oblivious to the destruction she was causing to her own house. She would have noticed in any other circumstances, but her outrage was such that the only thing on her mind was killing the illusory image of Kevin, which her subconscious had projected for her to take her frustrations out on.

“
DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!”

***

“
I’m really sorry about that, Kevin,” a contrite Lilian said several minutes after Kevin had nearly died of blood loss.

They were in the dining room getting ready to have breakfast. She sat down at the table while Kevin served her a plate of whole-wheat pancakes and a glass of orange juice. The beautiful two-tails actually had the decency to look mildly embarrassed, if the redness staining her cheeks was any indication.

“
I had no idea why I didn’t wake up in time to make breakfast for us. And I’m sorry about how I, well, you know…”

“
It’s fine.” Kevin breathed out deeply, pushing his own embarrassment back with ease of practice. He still couldn’t believe he’d suffered a nosebleed like that! He wasn’t Eric! “It wasn’t like I disliked it or anything…”

“
Did you say something, Kevin?”

“
N-no!” Kevin squeaked. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, giving Lilian a grin so wide that his eyes were forced shut. “I didn’t say a thing! Nope! Not a thing!” He nodded effusively. “Yep, I didn’t say anything!”

“
Really?”

Lilian stared at him, frowning. Kevin found that he couldn’t look directly at her when she did this, yet also found himself incapable of looking away; or maybe he just didn’t want to look away. What an unusual and uncomfortable feeling.

“
Are you feeling alright?” Lilian continued, looking at him with a concerned gaze. “You’ve been acting a little strange this morning.”

“
Strange? Why would you say that? I haven’t been acting strange at all! Aha-hahahaha!”

Lilian gave Kevin a queer look, clearly not convinced by his horribly fake laugh. High-pitched and forced, there was absolutely nothing natural about it. He eventually trailed off when he realized this, and tried everything humanly possible not to squirm underneath that vivid green-eyed stare.

After several more seconds of staring, Lilian shrugged, concluding that Kevin’s unusual behavior must be a human thing. He nearly sighed in relief.

“
Thank you for making me breakfast. It’s very good.” She changed the subject easily enough, cutting a slice of pancake with her fork, spearing it and taking a bite. It was good, most certainly, but the reason she enjoyed the food so much wasn’t just because of its pleasant taste, but also because Kevin was the one who cooked it for her.

“
Well, it’s not broiled fish with steamed rice, miso soup and pickled vegetables, but I suppose it’s alright.” Kevin remembered how Lilian had made them a traditional Japanese breakfast several times since their meeting almost one month ago. It had been outstanding and made Kevin feel almost like he was living in
Maison Izumo
, a boarding house in one of Eric’s favorite manga. Her food had been so good that he completely ignored the oddity of a kitsune raised in Greece being capable of cooking traditional Japanese cuisine.

“
It’s better than alright.” Lilian beamed at him. “You’re a really good cook. I always enjoy eating the food you prepare.”

Kevin’s cheeks suffused with warmth.

“
T-thank you,” he mumbled, turning his head so Lilian wouldn’t see him blush. He knew it was probably too late for that―Lilian was staring right at him―but that had never stopped him before, and it definitely wasn’t going to stop him now.