A Fox's Family (6 page)

“I
guess…”

They
stopped in the middle of a busy sidewalk. All around them, their
fellow students walked. A few glanced at them, and more than a few
whispered as they walked past, but Kevin did his best to ignore them.

Kevin
placed his hands on Lilian’s
shoulders, a reassuring gesture that did an admirable job of making
the two-tailed vixen relax. His touch was like a panacea for her
tumultuous mind. “Try
not to worry too much, okay. If anything happens, we’ll
deal with it just like we’ve
dealt with every other problem that’s
come our way.”

Lilian’s
eyes glanced up at her mate. Long strands of silky red glittered as
sunlight reflected off her hair, framing her face with sparkles that
enhanced her beauty beyond what mere eyes could see.

“You
really have grown a lot more confident these past two weeks, haven’t
you?”
Lilian’s
lips gently curved up into a warm, inviting smile.

Kevin’s
cheeks darkened as he quickly turned his head, even if he already
knew that hiding his blush was impossible. “Y-yes,
well, I’m
trying to be, at least.”

Slender
arms slid around his neck and a lovely, alluring face came ever
closer as Lilian leaned up on her toes. Kevin was forced to look back
at the young woman when she placed a hand underneath his chin and
turned it.

“I
like how confident you’ve
become.”

As
if they possessed a mind of their own, Kevin’s
hands settled on the curve of Lilian’s
hips. Even separated as they were by the fabric of her jeans, he
could feel the delightful and artistic curve of her waist.

Kevin’s
face became a bastion of red, and his body twitched as if fighting
against the compulsion to run away. “R-really?”

“Oh,
yes.”

The
arms around his neck drew him in closer. Lilian’s
breath hit his lips, and the delectable scent of mint and vanilla
caused his mind to grow fuzzy.

“I
like it a lot.”

Kevin
allowed Lilian’s
arms to pull him down, closer to her face. His eyes, just like hers,
began to flutter closed.

“You
two really don’t
know the meaning of the word discretion, do you?”

Jerking
apart like someone had struck them in the face with an overpowered
kitsune-bi, Kevin and Lilian looked to their left and right
respectively.

“Lindsay.”
Lilian
did not know whether to be happy at seeing her friend, or angry at
the tomboy for ruining her and Kevin’s
moment.

“Hey.”

Standing
a few feet away, Lindsay waved at the pair. Like most days, she had
chosen to wear clothing that suited her tomboyish nature. Her black
skinny jeans fit snugly on her hips, and the white T-shirt and jean
jacket combo reminded Kevin of the clothing he wore back when he was
12. Walking beside her was a silent Christine, whose expression Kevin
could not identify.

Smiling
brightly at the girl in lolita clothing, Kevin greeted the Yuki-onna
the same way he alway did.

“Christine,
good morning. You look nice today.”

“W-w-what
are you saying, idiot?!”
Christine
sputtered, her face steaming. She crossed her arms over her chest and
turned her head. “D-d-d-d-don’t
think th-that saying—that
being nice to me and giving me c-compliments and stuff w-will make me
forgive you!”

“Huh?”

And
as always, Kevin had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

Lindsay
chuckled. Lilian was just thankful Christine was so tsundere. If the
goth girl actually acted nice and tried earnestly earning Kevin’s
affection, well, it wouldn’t
haven’t
really changed anything, but it would have bothered her.

“It
always amazes me to see how you can be so oblivious sometimes.”

Kevin
stared at Lindsay like she’d
just told him that he had the power to control vectors. “Um,
what?”

“Exactly
my point.”
Lindsay
shook her head. “Oblivious
to the feelings of everyone except your girlfriend’s.”

Kevin
somehow managed to look both embarrassed and confused.

“…
Huh?”

***

Iris
observed her surroundings with an amused glance. Everywhere she
looked, men stared. Children, adults, teens, it didn’t
matter, all males stopped whatever they were doing when she walked
past them. A man pushing a cart full of luggage ran into a pillar,
while another standing with what appeared to be his significant other
began drooling. Even the man’s
girlfriend stared at her like she was the rarest delicacy on earth.

She
shook her head. These people, humans, were so pathetic. She wasn’t
even using her
Call
of Ecstasy
,
and they were still tripping over themselves just to catch a glimpse
of her.

Not
that she blamed them, of course, but it was still annoying. Couldn’t
they be a little more sporting and at least try to resist their
hormonal response in the face of someone who embodied female
perfection? It was no fun if they didn’t
struggle against their natural impulses at least a little bit.

“Come
on, Iris,”
her
mother called out to her. The older kitsune was walking in front of
her, the ever faithful and kind Kirihime at the woman’s
side. “Hurry
up or you’ll
fall behind―hawa!”

“M-My
Lady!”

Iris
wanted to facepalm, but that would have been redundant. Instead, she
just sighed, watching Kirihime set down their luggage and helping
Camellia back to her feet.

“Geeze,
mom. You’re
a complete embarrassment.”

“Th-that’s
not a very nice thing to say about your mother,”
Kirihime
muttered, wearing a forlorn expression.

“That
doesn’t
make it any less true,”
Iris
retorted.

“H-hawa…
I’m
sowwy, Iris…”
Camellia
apologized, dewy tear drops in her eyes.

“Whatever.
Let’s
just hurry up, okay?”

“Hawa…”

Several
more trips and a lot more staring later, they eventually made it to
their terminal.

Iris’
stomach
chose that moment to growl. “Ugh,
I knew I shouldn’t
have skipped breakfast.”

“Would
you like some of my Teriyaki?”
Kirihime
asked, pulling out a steaming plate of food from between her bosom
and offering the fragrantly appetizing dish to Iris.

The
girl’s
face turned green. “There’s
no way in hell I’m
ever eating anything you make. Never again.”

Kirihime’s
shoulders slumped. “That’s
not a very nice thing to say…”

***

Kevin
and Lilian were joined by their friends as they sat at a stone table
underneath the gazebo for lunch.

“So…
crap,
do we even have a lunch?”
Kevin
asked, remembering what had happened this morning. His face warmed up
and his heart threatened to explode as he recalled Lilian’s
warm tongue exploring his mouth. He shifted uncomfortably and hoped
no one could see the way his pants tightened.

Curse
you hormones!

“Don’t
worry,”
Lilian
reassured him, “Kotohime
foresaw that we wouldn’t
have time to make lunch and packed one for us. She made sure I
grabbed it before we left.”

“How
come I didn’t
notice this?”

“You
were too busy freaking out.”

“O-oh.
I see.”

Kevin
tried not to blush as Lilian reached into her cleavage and pulled out
a large lunchbox. His eyes widened when he saw the box itself.
Three-tiered and shaped like a square, the lunchbox had a lacquered
finish and Sakura blossoms swirling along its surface like a mosaic.

Watching
as Lilian arranged the food, Kevin saw that each story contained
something different. The top story contained eggs and a variety of
meats, the second held pickled vegetables, and the third was filled
to bursting with rice.

Everyone
gawked at the massive lunchbox, though Christine was the most vocal.
“What
the hell kind of lunchbox is that?!”

“It’s
called a bento box,”
Kevin
answered, somehow resisting the urge to facepalm. “A
Japanese lunchbox with several stories that can contain a variety of
different foods.”

Lindsay
stared at swirling pink petals and beautiful designs like they were
something out of a horror movie. “Why
is it that everything you do these days has something to do with
Japan? We don’t
live in Japan, you know.”

“I
am well aware of that,”
Kevin’s
reply made deserts seem lush. He looked back at the bento box and
sighed. “Seriously
though, I know Kotohime’s
into the whole ‘adding
random Japanese suffixes to people’s
name’
thing,
but I had no clue she was this into Japanese culture. If she wasn’t
from Japan herself, I would almost think she was a Japanophile.”

“A
what?”

“Nothing.”

“Hey,
I just noticed we’re
missing someone,”
Alex
said, “where’s
Eric?”

“Who
cares?”
Christine
said rudely. “I’m
just glad that idiots not here to perv on me like he usually does.
Damn, dirty lecher.”

***

Eric
Corrompere giggled with all the perversity of a dirty old man.

He’d
woken up from his female-induced coma to find himself resting in the
nurse’s
office. After waking up and realizing that the nurse’s
office was connected to both the male and female locker rooms, Eric
had decided to use this opportunity to partake in his favorite hobby.

No,
it wasn’t
playing H-games. That was his second favorite. His real favorite
hobby was, of course, peeping.

After
sneaking into the girl’s
locker room, Eric had swiftly hid himself in one of the many lockers.
With his back pressed against the metal and his eyes peering through
one of several small slits, the epitome of perversion, the entity of
lecherous intent, watched as several girls entered the locker room.

Clamping
a hand over his mouth to stifle his perverse giggling, Eric ignored
the fluids running down his face, both the drool coming out of his
mouth and the blood leaking from his nose. This wasn’t
the first time he’d
drooled, gotten a nosebleed or had both happen at the same time, and
it wouldn’t
be the last.

“Oh,
yeah…”
he
whispered to himself, giggling some more. “Come
to papa…
that’s
right…”

His
eyes zeroed in one girl who stepped in front of him. She turned away
and opened the locker immediately across from the one he’d
secreted himself in. A few of her friends stepped up with her and
also opened their lockers.

“Like,
can you believe the nerve of that new assistant coach? She, like,
totally made me run, even though I told her I didn’t
want to,”
one
of them complained. Eric couldn’t
figure out which one had spoken, and he honestly didn’t
care. The girl on the far left had just slid her shorts off,
revealing cute white panties. Her butt had nothing on Lilian or
Christine, but still, a butt was a butt was a butt, and if there was
one thing Eric liked with the same zeal as boobs, it was butts.

“Like,
I know. I tried to tell her that I just got my nails done, and like,
she was all ‘I
don’t
care’
and
I was like, you’re
a total bitch.”

The
girls all laughed as one.

“I
know, right? And then she forced us all to, like, play that game of
dodgeball. My hair is now totally ruined, and I’m
all sweaty.”

“Eeww!”

Eric
squinted as he recognized the voice, or at least the type of person
the voice belonged to. These girls sounded like the stereotypical
valley girl cliche. How surprising. He didn’t
think girls like that existed anymore. They weren’t
living in the 90s. People should’ve learned how to speak proper
English and not act so air-headed!

Weird
thoughts coming from a boy who spent most of his life trying to peep
on women.

He
continued listening to the girls complain, or rather, he completely
ignored the complaining in favor of watching them strip. He was a bit
disappointed that none of these girls had much to flaunt. They didn’t
have the astoundingly large and unusually perky boobs of Lilian, nor
did they have the marvelously flat chest of Christine. They were all
in between, never going for one extreme over the other, thereby
making them normal.

For
some reason, normal had become awfully boring these days.

He
blamed Lilian and Christine.

“Come
on, girls!”
a
familiar voice shouted out. Eric also heard clapping coming from
somewhere out of his field of vision. “Hurry
up! Another class is coming in soon, so you girls need to clean up,
get dressed and get out in five minutes!”

“Tch!
Can you believe that woman? She doesn’t
honestly think we can do all that in five minutes, does she? Like, it
takes me at least thirty just to do my makeup!”

“Totally,
and it takes me fifteen to get my hair just right. That bitch totally
doesn’t
know how easy she has it with her short hair.”

“I
don’t
think she even takes care of her hair. I mean, just look at it. It’s
all stiff and greasy, like she washes her hair in a tub of oil or
something.”

“Like,
totally.”

“Hey!
Move your butts, girls! I don’t
pay you to sit around talking!”

“Like,
you don’t
pay us at all!”

“Totally!”

“Ugh,
I’ve
got to take a shower. My skin is, like, absolutely sweaty and gross.
I can’t
wear my clothes like this!”

“Me
neither.”

“Good
thing I, like, brought a towel.”

Eric’s
grin widened as he realized what was going to happen. These girls
were going to strip naked! What a treat!

Contrary
to the popular beliefs most men had of what transpired in a female
locker room, girls didn’t
just randomly strip naked for no apparent reason. Eric had been most
depressed when he had first learned this fact. All women should get
naked in a locker room just like they did in anime! Why didn’t
these girls know that? Still, he’d
grown used to seeing, at most, a pair of well-filled panties, and
learned to make up for this deficiency in his Perv-O-Meter with
hentai and H-games.