A Fox's Love (American Kitsune Book 1)

by Brandon Varnell

  "Come on," Lilian yanked on his arm, jerking Kevin out of his stupor and dragging him to the back of the store. Along the way, he saw several women who worked at the store looking at the two of them. Many were giggling as they saw him being manhandled by a girl several inches shorter than him. Obviously, they were taking pleasure in his discomfort.

  Dang, women could be sadistic when they wanted to be.

  "Here we are," Lilian declared brightly, causing Kevin to re-focus his attention.

  His eyes promptly widened.

  "Why are we over here!?"

  "For your present, of course. I thought I told you that."

  "B-b-but this is the lingerie section!"

  Indeed it was. Surrounding them on all sides were racks of clothing that could only be described as 'sexy sleepwear'. Nightgowns, baby-dolls, chemises. You name it, it was here.

  "Well, yeah," Lilian said in a “duh” kind of tone, "I was hoping to get something sexy that I can wear for you since you've been so good to me." She gave him a strange look. "Are you feeling alright, Beloved?"

  Kevin felt his brain begin overloading. His pupil's dilated as they landed on all manner of delightfully sinful clothing that his mind could not help but imagine the girl standing next to him in. His ridiculously over reactive imagination was not helping him one iota.

  "Gu... couldn't you... I mean, I really don't think that..." Kevin pinched the back of his hand really hard as he felt all the blood he possessed start rising to his face, threatening to bring him to the brink of unconsciousness again. The pain helped bring clarity, albeit, just barely enough to keep him conscious. "I really don't need you doing this for me. I mean, I only helped you because it was the right thing to do." And it was the safest thing to do as far as he was concerned. "I don't need any reward."

  Lilian smiled at him. A delicate hand came up and her fingers gently brushed against his cheek.

  Kevin froze, right before a shudder passed through his entire body, threatening to topple him. He really didn't know how long he would be able to hold on if she kept this up.

  "And that is exactly why you deserve a reward." She withdrew the hand and turned back around to look at the racks of clothing. Could this stuff really be considered clothing? "Now, be a good boy and let me do this for you. I guarantee you'll love it, ufufufu."

  It was in that moment that Kevin knew he was doomed.

  Soon Kevin found himself awkwardly standing next to another changing stall, doing his utmost to ignore the giggling women looking at him.

  As you can probably guess, he was not having much success.

  Waking up this morning, he never imagined he would be standing in a lingerie store, much less standing in a lingerie store waiting for a girl to parade around in front of him while wearing said lingerie. It was embarrassing, humiliating, and he really didn't want to be here.

  And to think, all this because he didn't want to tell Lilian that he had been staring at her boobs.

  He would have been better off just confessing the truth.

  "Beloved..."

  Kevin's back stiffened at the sound of the voice behind him. He didn't want to turn around. He really didn't. At the same time, his body seemed to be betray him and he ended up turning around to face Lilian anyway.

  He felt like someone had just jabbed him in the gut with a taser set on high. Lilian was in front of him and she was electrifying. She was wearing something that put a whole new meaning to the words “bringing sexy back.” He wasn't exactly sure what the outfit was called, but it looked some kind of spaghetti strap shirt made out of a motley see-through material that showed off almost the entirety of her upper body. Only her breasts were not visible, covered as they were by a built-in black bra with polka dots a shade darker than the base color of the outfit. Attached to the shirt by a pair of straps were sheer stockings made from the same material of the shirt. Covering her crotch was nothing more than a small, black triangle that was being held together by a pair of very thin strings.

  For some reason, looking at Lilian as she wore the partially see-through material was even more erotic than seeing her completely nude. It was like the act of showing just enough to tantalize and tease, but leaving all those who saw her wanting more made up for the lack of actually seeing anything.

  Kevin found his eyes trying to decide where they should look and his face feeling like it was being cooked in an oven. Lilian gave him a demure look, her head tilted down so that her bangs were hovering over her face, not quite masking her eyes and giving them an aura of allure and mystery. A very light dusting of pink on her cheeks enhanced her features, and the way she bit her pouty, lower lip was more than enough to beguile Kevin's senses, befuddling his mind and almost sending the poor lad over the edge.

  "What do you think, Beloved?" she asked, giving him an innocent smile that looked completely at odds with her sexy outfit, almost like she didn't even realize that wearing sexy lingerie was a sinful activity and just assumed everyone else did it too. Wear sexy lingerie, that is.

  And then the two-tails began spinning around for him and giving him an unfettered view of her tight, twin cheeks, which were completely bereft of any kind of covering. Kevin felt as if he had been hit by a truck going seventy-five on the freeway. "Do you like it?"

  "Guh...uh...uuuu..."

  That was Kevin. In case you were wondering, he wasn't doing too well.

  "Beloved?" Lilian asked before panicking as Kevin's eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he ended up passing out. "Beloved!"

  How many times does this make now? Ten? Twenty? Two-hundred?

  Oh well. At least he lasted a little longer than the last time.

  Chapter 11: The Start of a Terrible Day

  Monday couldn't come soon enough for Kevin. Normally, he disliked Mondays because it meant he was going back to school―and what regular high school faring male didn't dislike going to school?―but this weekend had been a nightmare. At least, as far as he was concerned. Lilian, on the other hand, had been positively beaming ever since Saturday morning before the start of that disaster of a shopping trip.

  Scratch that, she had been pretty much ecstatic the entirety of last week whenever he was around. He didn't think he had ever seen her not acting like her usual, peppy self.

  Lilian had somehow managed to get him out of Victoria's Secret after he had fainted there, and back home without incident. He didn't ask her how she had accomplished this rather impressive feat. In truth, he had no desire to know how she had done it, fearing that the knowledge would lead to him questioning his perceptions on the very fabrics upon which reality, the multiverse, and whatever other anime references to the complex, multidimensional universe that he could think of.

  Several hours after he had fainted, Kevin had awakened on his bed, Lilian's lap being used as his pillow, and her fingers gently running through his hair. That had actually felt kind of nice, if a bit embarrassing. What hadn't been nice was what had happened after she realized he was awake.

  The moment she noticed that her “Beloved” was once again in the land of the conscious, the girl had pulled him into a monstrous hug, the end result of which had been her smashing his face in her divine cleavage.

  Basically, she had smothered him with her boobs. And while that probably sounds like every teenage male's fantasy it's not as pleasant as most would think. Especially if the story it happens in is based on tropes found in a Shōnen manga.

  The Marshmallow Hell, as it has often been called, is a well-used trope found in various Japanese animations and manga and is a very dangerous technique. Not just for its appeal because the girl committing this nightmarish act of eroticism is usually quite sexy, but also because the male being introduced to the Marshmallow Hell will usually find himself incapable of breathing.

  Death by boob asphyxiation. What a way to go.

  In any event, having his face shoved into the bosom of the red-haired beauty had not only caused Kevin's face to turn blue from a lack of oxygen, but also for
ced him to remember what happened just hours prior at the lingerie store. The combination of not getting enough oxygen to his brain and said brain going into overdrive as it conjured up images of what shall forever be known as “The Lingerie Disaster” caused him to end up unconscious... again. It wasn't until he woke up for the third (he had passed out at least once more after getting asphyxiated by Lilian's cleavage) time that he actually managed to keep himself from falling into that blissful darkness where no fox-girls could shower him with their, ahem, affection.

  Kevin had been very disappointed . A part of him actually wished he had passed out again, if only to avoid Lilian.

  While that was bad, it was not the worst thing that had happened that weekend. Sunday morning, Kevin had nearly been late to his newspaper route. The reason for that, of course, was Lilian. No matter how many times he told the girl to sleep in the bed he had provided for her ― aka, his bed, she had categorically refused and kept sneaking onto the couch with him each night after he went to sleep. It was getting to the point where he was beginning to wonder why he didn't just start sleeping in his own bed again. At least then he would be more comfortable, relatively speaking.

  Regardless of whether he actually wanted her sleeping with him or not, because of the comforting and lulling warmth she gave off while she slept, Kevin had been so content that he nearly slept through his morning newspaper run. He barely managed to get to the Newspaper Distribution Center to deliver the newspapers on time.

  It was a very good thing he had not been late for that, as he did not want to know what his boss would have done had he not delivered the newspapers.

  Kevin sometimes had nightmares about Davin Monstrang killing him Sumo-style.

  Squish.

  While that was bad it had only been one of the problems he had faced that day. Sundays were normally the days he would meet up with Eric and a few of their other friends and go to the arcade. This day would have been no different, except for the fact that he had one major issue that he didn't know how to deal with.

  Lilian. Yes, her again. There was absolutely no way he could take her with him. If he showed up with a girl on his arm, especially one as beautiful as her, his friends, and Eric in particular, would have questions for him. Questions he could not answer. It wasn't like he could tell them that when he had found her, she had been nothing more than a tiny fox kit with two tails who had incidentally turned out to be a Kitsune and that he was allowing her to stay with him because she had nowhere else to go.

  That would not go over well, even on the off chance that they did believe him. It might even be worse if they believed him. His friends might call the government and they would capture Lilian and take her to be experimented on at some super-secret government research facility. He didn't want that. As much as Lilian annoyed him, he wasn't so callous and cruel as to wish something so heinous upon her.

  That's some imagination you've got there, Kevin.

  There was also Lilian herself to consider. From what he had seen so far the girl did not know the meaning of the word tact. She had blatantly declared him to be her mate, and had already stated multiple times that she wished to explore the more physical aspects of their relationship, which was still nonexistent as far as he was concerned. She pranced around completely nude, or barring that, wore one of his T-shirts and nothing else.

  And when he said nothing else, he meant nothing else. Lilian seemed to have some kind of grudge against panties. Even now when she had several sets, she was reluctant to actually wear them.

  To top all this off, she also wasn't afraid to drag him into a lingerie store in front of a lot of people and pose for him wearing some of the deadliest, most sinful sleepwear he had ever laid eyes on.

  Who knows what a girl like that would say to his friends. He sure didn't, but he had no doubt that whatever she said would not be good for his continued health, for which he was starting to fear.

  It was all the fainting, you see. That couldn't be good for him.

  So he had two options: try to trick Lilian into letting him go to the arcade without her or not go at all.

  Kevin had never been a very good liar. In fact he was downright terrible at it. There was no way he would have been able to fool Lilian, and truthfully, he would have felt guilty for lying to her even if he had. He was just soft like that.

  Not that it would matter even if he did manage to give her a convincing lie. Kevin had little doubt that if he said he needed to run an errand or something, she would want to go. The girl seemed to consider any time not spent with him as wasted time.

  So he had decided not to go. When Eric called to ask where he was, he made the excuse of having stomach cramps. After some mild teasing his friend had let him off the hook with the promise they would hang out the next weekend.

  Lilian had been curious about who had called, but he had managed to deflect her towards his Xbox 360. That was all it took to get the girl to stop asking questions. She really enjoyed it when they played video games together. Although, that may have been because she simply enjoyed spending time with him regardless of what they were doing.

  On a side note, the girl was an amazing zombie killer.

  So Sunday was spent all day at home with Lilian. It wasn't all bad. The twin-tailed Kitsune was actually kind of fun to be around when she wasn't trying to get into his pants ― which unfortunately happened more often than not. When they played video games together, they actually got along very well. Which may have had something to do with Lilian being too busy shooting down baddies, slicing them up with a sword or racing down various courses filled with obstacles and trying to make him lose by throwing banana peels to make any attempts at sexing him up.

  All that being said, Sunday had officially come and gone and a new week of school would be starting. It was now Monday, meaning children and teenagers would soon be waking up and getting ready to head out to their respective centers of education.

  Oh joy.

  A stifled yawn sounded through the room as our Main Protagonist woke up that morning. Kevin blinked in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. When that didn't work he raised a hand and began absently rubbing them as they adjusted to the light, or lack thereof. It was still a bit dark out, the sun having barely risen enough to cast a few light purples and oranges across the sky.

  Glancing around the room, the sophomore saw that he had forgotten to put away his Xbox 360 the night before. It wasn't often that he played it. Kevin preferred going out with friends as opposed to playing video games at home. He was a social gamer and had only gotten the game set for when he invited people over.

  Craning his neck to look at the clock revealed that it was still quite early. Really early actually, like, 5:30 in the morning kind of early. School didn't start until 7:00. It only took thirty minutes to ride his bike to school, meaning he had a little over an hour before he actually had to leave. That meant he had around half an hour to do nothing.

  The feeling of a body shuffling on top of him caused a barely concealed groan of discontent to pass through his mouth. It also caused another reaction, one that all men who are in the peak of their hormonal, teenage lives suffer through when they first wake up. This (un?)pleasant problem, otherwise known as morning wood, was only compounded by the body belonging to the gorgeous girl on top of him.

  The blond-haired high schooler looked down at the girl who was yet again using his body as her pillow. He could not see much of her because, even though she was on top of him, the blanket that they were both buried under covered much of her body. The rest of her body was hidden by her long, luxurious curtain of red hair. He couldn't even see her face because she had tucked her head under his chin.

  Just because he could not see her, did not mean he could not feel her. Her body was pressed against his so tightly it was unlikely there was even enough room to slip a sheet of paper between them. Her silky soft legs had become a tangled mess with his own. Even her arms had taken to wrapping themselves around his middle, her hands buried
under his back. It was actually a wonder he could even sleep as those fingers dug into his skin.

  Then again, those hands were very soft. He probably wouldn't have even noticed them if it weren't for the fact that A) they were actually softer than the seat cushions he was laying on and B) the index finger of Lilian's left hand had taken to rubbing circles on his lower back. A subconscious gesture perhaps?

  Why couldn't he just get the girl to stay in her own (his) bed? Well, this was Kevin Swift. And Lilian. That girl was the worst kind of opponent for a person like him. Even if she wasn't sneaky enough to slip onto his couch while he slept, all she would have to do is give him The Foxy-Kit Eyes (patent pending) and that would be it―Kevin would be done for.

  As Kevin lay there he wondered what he had done to deserve this kind of torture. He was a good student. He was responsible, and he had never been mean to anyone, not even those kids at school that everyone else made fun of and picked on. So why was he being punished like this? Had he been some kind of lecherous pervert in his last life and this was his penance?

  On a side note, only someone like Kevin could possibly think that having a girl as beautiful as Lilian shower him in affection and parade around naked in front of him was a form of punishment.

  Kevin looked back at the clock on the wall and groaned again when he saw how little time had elapsed between the first time he looked at it and now. It was only 5:40am. Only ten minutes had passed.

  Realizing he would not be going back to sleep (not so long as Lilian was still using him as her cuddle buddy) anytime soon, he decided it would be best to slip out of the girl's grasp and head into the bathroom so he could at least take a shower and get the last vestiges of sleep out of his system.

  With that thought in mind, he tried to free himself from her arms and untangle their legs. It was something he had a good deal of practice with these days. A whole weeks worth of practice in fact, so it should have been easy.