Part II of the American Kitsune Series
Written by Brandon Varnell
Illustrations by Kirsten Moody
Copyright © 2014 Brandon Varnell
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ISBN: 978-1507762073
ISBN-13: 1507762070
Content
1. The Girl in the Lolita Dress
2. Chris Fleischer's Big Sister
3. Grocery Store Stress
4. The Hapless Stalker
5. (Un?) Fortunate Meetings
6. Track Meet Troubles
7. Mistaken for a Badass
8. Kiara Versus Lilian
9. Discoveries of a Heartfelt Confession
10. Tension
11. The Boy, The Kitsune, and The Yuki-Onna
12. Possible Lunch Time Romance
13. Clearing the Air
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
There are a lot of people who made writing and publishing this book possible, people who have helped me so much that I would have never gotten this far without them: my parents who have supported me through all my endeavors, my illustrator who's always making the most awesome cover art, and the people who have taken the time to read my stories. It is only thanks to them that this series has even gotten off the ground, and I will always be forever grateful. Thank you.
Chapter 1
The Girl in the Lolita Dress
It was the weekend after Kevin's and Lilian's close encounter of the big, ugly and hairy kind; not much had happened in that time, comparatively at least. Very few things could top nearly getting killed by an inu yōkai, except for maybe finding out that the fox you saved was also a yōkai and wanted to jump your bones. Odd how both had already happened within a two week period.
Aside from a week passing since the fox-girl and the human she had chosen as her mate were almost killed, it was also the first weekend off from school that Lilian had ever had. Having been home-schooled all her life she was, naturally, quite excited about the concept of weekends off—excited being a mild euphemism that did no justice to truly describe how ecstatic she was. The redhead had been practically bouncing off the walls for almost two days straight at the thought of having a weekend off like a regular high school student.
Kevin felt the term regular could hardly be applied to someone like Lilian.
Kevin's wounds had healed entirely; not just the physical damage that had been wreaked upon him when Chris cut him open via several claws to the chest―which had not even scarred thanks to Lilian's Deus Ex Machina healing technique―but also the mental scarring caused by the realization that someone from his school had been a yōkai. Given his association with Lilian, it shouldn't have come as a shock that there were other yōkai out there, or that one might have hidden amongst the students of Desert Cactus High School; yet it had, and the event had psychologically damaged him, for a time.
The entire debacle and near -death experience at the hands of Chris had really made the young man rethink everything he thought he knew about the people around him. Several times he caught himself looking at people he associated with suspiciously, wondering if perhaps they were also yōkai in disguise. Even his best friend, Eric, and not-so-secret crush, Lindsay, were subject to this scrutiny. Lilian had assured him that both were human, but that did very little to placate him. Chris had been an inu, a species that was an enemy to kitsune everywhere, and she had not even realized what he was until the boy nearly killed them.
Kevin knew it wasn't fair to blame Lilian. She wasn't omniscient. Still, for a time, a part of him did blame her for not realizing that Chris was a big, ugly dog that wanted to cause them grievous bodily harm. He felt ashamed about how he'd blamed her for what happened, even though there was no way she could have known about Chris beforehand.
He blamed it on existential trauma.
In either event, he had eventually gotten over his paranoia―at least to the point where he wasn't doing his best impersonation of a groundhog on Groundhog's Day.
Surprisingly, Lilian's reassurances had helped him move past the traumatic experience of last week.
According to her, most yōkai just wanted to live in peace with humans. That was the whole point of disguising themselves and living amongst humans in the first place.
Lilian's village was the perfect example of this peaceful coexistence. While her village was an all-kitsune village, meaning only kitsune lived there, they allowed humans to visit―or at least visit the resort situated several miles away. Most of the kitsune living in the village also worked at the resort, so it amounted to the same thing.
According to her, the village she lived in was a very popular tourist attraction for the elite of human society. Nearly fifty percent of her village's income came from the stupidly rich humans who spent exorbitant amounts of cash for the extravagant services the kitsune resort offered.
Those few yōkai who did not want to live with humanity for whatever reason tended to live so far away from civilization that they simply weren't a threat. After nearly a week of jumping at his own shadow, Kevin had come to accept the information she'd given him as fact, and life had returned to the status quo―sort of. With someone like Lilian taking up residence with him, the status quo had been all but obliterated from his life.
Saturday morning found Kevin waking up to a big surprise: no Lilian. This shocked him because Lilian always slept with him. Always. These days she didn't even wait for him to fall asleep before sneaking into his bed. She would just straight up crawl into his bed at the same time he did and cuddle up to him, which she had done again last night.
After the incident with Chris, Kevin had decided to stop sleeping on the couch, instead choosing to once again use his actual bed. Since Lilian was so adamant about sleeping with him regardless of where he was, Kevin felt he should at least be as comfortable as possible, especially since dealing with a fox-girl who wanted to sex him up was decidedly uncomfortable.
For a time he had tried convincing her that they could not share a bed, but he gave up after two nights of arguing. No matter how logical his words were (sleeping together is for married couples, we're not dating, or the ever-infamous “get out of my bed!”), all Lilian had to do was give him that adorable pout no female with the kind of supermodel body she possessed should be capable of producing, and he caved faster than a badass male protagonist from a popular manga that's been derailed by wimpification in a fan fiction. He just couldn't win against her.
He wondered where she had gone off to. It wasn't like he missed her warmth, or the feel of her incredible body pressing into his side. Of course not. He was simply curious. This was the first time since they'd started living together that she'd woken up before him.
Shaking his head, Kevin decided not to worry about the red-haired vixen's whereabouts. Lilian was probably just making breakfast or something. That's what she usually did when she woke up. He would always find her in the kitchen cooking breakfast after he finished taking a shower.
At least when she wasn't trying to take a shower with him.
Since he was awake, at least partially so, Kevin decided that he might as well get a start on his day. It was still kind of early, like, six a.m. early. Most people would have just gone back to bed, but Kevin actually had a few chores that he needed to get done. The sooner he
got started, the more time he would have later that day to do what he wanted.
His chores for the day involved cleaning the apartment. It wasn't really something he wanted to do, but he didn't really have a choice in the matter. It was an unfortunate side effect of having a parent who was almost never home and not having a maid.
Maybe he should think about getting a maid?
Somewhere in the United States, a kitsune clad in a kimono and carrying a katana and a wakizashi sneezed.
After getting out of bed, Kevin stumbled to the bathroom, his feet dragging along the floor as he tried to wake himself up. A wide yawn escaped his lips and he ran a hand through his messy blond hair, pushing several bangs out of his eyes. He absently took note that his hair had gotten a little longer. He needed a hair cut, and soon.
Kevin had only just closed the bathroom door when he realized that something was wrong. Several somethings. One: the air was very warm. Hot even. Two: there was a lot of steam wafting around, clinging to his skin, fogging up the mirrors, and coalescing along the walls and ceiling. Three: someone was humming. Four: they had a beautiful voice. And five: someone was already in the shower and she was very familiar to him.
“L-Lilian?!” Kevin squeaked. Why was she in here? Wasn't she making breakfast? That's what she usually did in the morning.
The curtain was pulled back for reasons beyond Kevin's ability to comprehend (it was almost as if Lilian had known that he would come in here, thinking that she was making breakfast), so he could see far more of the girl than was appropriate.
Far, far more than was appropriate.
Her long red hair lay flat against her head and traveled down her body, sticking erotically to her fair skin and stopping at her magnificently shaped rear. She wasn't facing him, but rather, her body was turned slightly to the side, so that she presented him with a three-quarter profile of herself. With her arms raised above her head to massage shampoo into her hair, Kevin was given a perfect view of her generously sized and well-formed sideboob.
“Oh, Beloved,” Lilian chirped when she finally noticed him standing in front of the door, gaping at her with wide eyes and a face so red that lobsters everywhere were probably crying out in jealousy. She turned around to present him with a full-frontal view of her nude, wet body, giving him a dazzling smile full of perfect ivory teeth to let him know how pleased she was to see him.
Not that he really saw it―her smile, that is―because the moment she turned around his eyes found themselves gazing upon the two large, round things on her chest, which bounced and swayed every time she moved. Her breasts were very perky despite their size, and Kevin found himself mesmerized.
Such is the power of a woman with large tits. There is a general consensus among men, not all, but most, that women with big boobies were more beautiful than women with itty bitty titties. Buxom is Better, as it were. Or, big breasts equals hot chick. Eric Corrompere put it best when he said, “Boobs weigh heavier than a man's life.”
And was it just Kevin, or did Lilian's boobs actually make a boing sound when they bounced? How weird was that?
“I'm glad you're awake. I was going to wake you up myself after I finished taking a shower, but I think this works out better.”
No, it doesn't, Kevin wanted to shout, but found himself incapable of even opening his mouth.
“Since you're up now, would you like to help me wash my back?” After saying this, she presented her back to him, moving her long hair out of the way. With a strangely innocent grin that looked completely out of place given the context of the situation, she wiggled her marvelously-crafted derrière at him to emphasize exactly where she wanted him to wash.
Unprepared for such a lethal move, Kevin was nearly felled right then and there. His head began to swim as all the blood rushed to his face. This was far too much sexy for his teenage mind to handle.
Kevin didn't pass out, but he had to lean back against the door frame to keep upright. His legs buckled and shook erratically, showing clearly that if he didn't do something soon, he may very well have fallen into that blissful state otherwise known as unconsciousness.
“Ugh… uuuuu… ha…?” Kevin said, having been reduced to random monosyllables.
“What are you doing just standing there, Beloved? Come on. The water's perfect.”
Lilian stepped out of the shower, her body dripping wet. Kevin's eyes practically bulged out of their sockets as he watched several droplets of water travel down her awe-inspiring curves. It was an arousing sight; hundreds of tiny liquid pebbles that glittered like jewels in the light as they blazed an adventurous path across her glorious body, leaving a wet trail along her skin. Her long, luxurious red hair flung water into the air as she swished it over her shoulder, creating a sparkle effect that made her look like some kind of otherworldly creature; like an angel who'd descended from heaven to grant a mortal like him a taste of what awaited in the afterlife.
Or it could just be due to how Everything is Better with Sparkles. No, seriously, if you want to show that something is valuable, magical or just plain special, shove an inordinate amount of sparkles on or around it and voila! Instant specialness.
On a side note, when a bishounen sparkles, it’s known as the Bishie Sparkle.
On another side note, Mahou Shoujo also tend to sparkle a lot, but that has more to do with censorship than magical girl-ness.
Moon Prism Power.
Right.
***
“H-hey! Wh-what are you―!? Q-quit dragging me!”
“Muu,” Lilian made an oddly pouty sound, “Stop struggling and get in the shower with me, Beloved. The water's perfect.”
“I don't want to take a shower! I'm still dressed!”
“If you don't want to take a shower, then why did you come in here?”
“…”
“I thought so. Now come on, let's get those clothes off, ufufufu…”
“Okay, that laugh is really beginning to freak me out―Eep! What are you―s-stop!”
“Ufufufu, and now to get rid of those pants!”
Cue the sound of clothing being ripped.
“You could have at least let me take those off! Those were my favorite pajamas! And stop staring at me like that!”
“Ufufufu, why? You have nothing to be ashamed of. You're quite… well endowed, ufufufu… and you still have room to grow. Oh, we are going to have so much fun together!”
“We're not going to be having any fun you―wait! No! Stop it! I don't―! Oh god! What are you―!? Iyahn!”
***
Not even fifteen minutes later, Kevin sat at the kitchen table, his head laying on the hard wooden surface. His face felt like someone had stuck it in an Easy-Bake-Oven for six hours. He could probably boil eggs on his face.
He could no longer even look at Lilian, who was currently humming a beautiful tune as she made some kind of homemade yogurt parfait with something she called Greek yogurt. He didn't know what the difference was between normal yogurt and Greek yogurt, but apparently there was one. Something about the pasteurization making the yogurt thicker… or something… he hadn't caught the explanation because he'd been too busy trying not to pay attention to the girl doing the explaining.
On a side note, he wondered where she got the Greek yogurt from. He knew for a fact that there was no Greek anything in his fridge.
In either event, Kevin really didn't care to know the difference between Greek yogurt and regular yogurt. He was still too busy trying to keep his heart rate under control and the blood from rushing to his face… along with another part of his body that he had adequately dubbed “Kevin Junior.”
“Here you go,” Lilian's happy voice reached his ears. Kevin looked up, instinctively reacting to someone addressing him. Yet, the moment he found himself gazing upon the girl most teenage boys would gladly have wet dreams about, his face flushed an even deeper shade of atomic red.
Lilian had leaned over to present his food to him. This might not have been a problem in most cases,
but she was currently wearing a white, low cut sleeveless tank that showed off a good portion of her creamy, unblemished cleavage—of which the young kitsune had a plentiful amount of, which explained why his vision was practically filled with her bountiful bosom.
“T-t-thanks,” he stuttered before quickly shoving his face into his food. So long as he was eating, he wouldn't have to look at her.
“You're welcome.” Lilian couldn't quite contain her sigh of disappointment. Kotohime had always said that men were simple creatures; flash a little skin and they were yours for the taking. But that didn't seem to be working with Kevin―he hardly even looked at her cleavage, and she had presented the perfect opportunity for him.
It seemed Lilian would still need to work hard before Kevin was willing to bend her over this table and claim her as she wanted to be claimed.
That was okay, though. She was a kitsune. All kitsune knew that if you wanted to capture your prey―um, mate―you had to be patient. Rome wasn't built in a day and going from “we just met” to “let's make babies” took time as well.
So while she was plotting more ways to break Kevin of his resolve and get him to ravish her, Kevin was trying to deal with his mind sending him constant visions of Lilian's breasts.
Kevin didn't know why he still wasn't used to moments like this. He had seen Lilian nude plenty of times. Their very first meeting she had been completely exposed to him, for God's sake! The incident in the shower really shouldn't have affected him so much―especially because it had already happened before, several times! He'd faced much worse since the vixen entered his life.
I'm really beginning to think I shouldn't have rescued Lilian back then, he thought sullenly. It would have certainly made my life a whole lot less complicated. But, she had been so cute! I couldn't not rescue her, right? Right?!
He thought about how he'd rescued Lilian all of two weeks ago, back when he thought she was just a fox. His sullen mood worsened.
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