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The Fox Hole 80
🕑 Added 2025-04-07 01:59:54 +0000 UTCThis chapter has some R-18
Chapter 80:
– Haru –
I watched two seventh-year students drag Ron Weasley and the “Aurors” out of the hall. It was a messy business. Ron yelled the entire way about Dumbledore coming to save him, which only got him a zap of lightning from Harry for his trouble.
Honestly, I'd have done the same if I'd had to listen to that idiot rant any longer.
Meanwhile, a younger redhead named Susan Bones—a niece of some department head—said she didn't recognize any of the men who had just attacked us. That told me they definitely weren't Aurors, meaning they broke into Hogwarts and impersonated law enforcement. That was going to land them in a world of shit.
But that wasn’t my problem…
I decided not to worry too much about it once I realized the legitimate magical government wasn't actually framing me. Clearly, Ron must have hired them for revenge. Although, wasn’t his family poor or something according to Harry?
Either way, they were taken care of, and the ball could finally get back on track.
Irene stepped forward and gave a little speech, calming everyone down again. Her voice carried so much authority. It was like the entire hall forgot we’d just had a near riot and an assassination attempt.
Honestly, I was impressed.
The classic music part of the ball was over though.
A witch rock band–which was a real thing apparently–took the stage, and the vibe of the Yule Ball changed completely.
The dance floor got packed with people who wanted to let loose. Irene looked a bit uncertain at first—guess she'd never been to a dance like this—but eventually she jumped right into it.
We ended up in the crowd, bouncing around to the heavy beat. I couldn’t stop staring at her, honestly. Her breasts kept bouncing in that form-fitting black dress, and she seemed to know exactly what that was doing to me, because she gave me these sultry little smirks. She let her hands roam all over my body while we danced, but we both tried to keep it somewhat decent since there were still teenagers around.
It was dark enough that most people weren’t paying much attention to us, but I still stopped her a bit whenever she got a bit too bold for public.
I had to admit, it felt pretty damn good to let off steam. The drama with the fake Aurors and Ron’s stupidity had my blood boiling earlier, but now I could focus on the music, the dancing, and Irene’s warmth pressed against me. When she flashed that mischievous grin and put her arms around my neck, I smirked right back and rested my hands on her hips, pulling her closer so we could move together in time to the song.
“Enjoying yourself now?” I asked near her ear, my voice raised enough to be heard over the guitar riffs.
“Immensely,” she purred, leaning in so I felt her breath on my neck. “This is much more fun than I expected.”
The witch band launched into another song, even louder than the last. I spotted Hermione dragging Harry onto the floor, and I noticed a few teachers trying to join in awkwardly, too.
We kept dancing for a while longer, ignoring everyone else. Irene’s body felt wonderful against mine, her smile lighting up the room more than any magical stage effects. Every time I glanced down at her cleavage or that perfect curve of her ass, she’d notice and give me a knowing little wink.
Each time, I felt my cheeks get warmer, but I didn’t look away, either. I was more than happy to admire.
Eventually, the band finished their set, and the energy in the hall settled into a comfortable buzz. Irene slid her arms off my neck, brushing hair from her face as she took a small step back. I realized she was a bit flushed from dancing so hard, and it made her look even sexier. My heart pounded a little harder when I saw the satisfaction in her eyes.
I brushed my tails out behind me, trying to cool off. “Want to grab a drink?” I asked, nodding toward a refreshment table someone had set up against the wall.
Irene gave me a slow, appreciative glance, letting her gaze linger on my chest and my tails. “Sounds good,” she said with a teasing smile. “Then maybe we can find someplace more private to talk…or something else.”
Her words sent a pleasant little jolt right through me. I swallowed, nodding with a calm I didn’t entirely feel. “Sure,” I replied casually, though my tails were probably swaying a little too eagerly. “A drink, then we can…talk.”
Irene let out a low laugh, placing her hand gently on my arm as I guided her through the crowd. One or two people shot us envious stares, but I ignored them. Let them be jealous. I wasn’t about to apologize for having such a gorgeous dragoness on my arm.
– Milim –
Milim glanced down at the mess she had just made, frowning slightly.
“Uhhh… oops,” she muttered, scratching her head awkwardly. “I totally forgot how squishy some humans are.”
The two old wizards had desperately tried to protect themselves with magical shields before she punched them, but that hadn't really done much good. Their shields shattered instantly, and now their stumpy, mangled corpses were sprawled on the ground in a pool of blood, limbs completely blown away.
Milim pursed her lips thoughtfully, hands on her hips as she considered the situation. “I should probably hide the evidence before Haru finds out…” she mumbled to herself.
But just as she turned to find somewhere to stash the bodies, she heard footsteps approaching from behind.
“Poopy,” Milim groaned softly, shoulders slumping in annoyance.
When she spun around, ready to deal with whoever had caught her, relief quickly washed over her. It was just Shepard and Alice—two of Haru's redheaded… girlfriends. That word did annoy her, though.
Both women stopped in their tracks, staring at the scene with wide eyes.
“This isn’t what it looks like!” Milim blurted immediately, raising her hands defensively.
Alice crossed her arms, giving Milim a flat, skeptical look. “Really? Because it looks like you killed two people.”
Milim hesitated, eyes darting to the bloody mess, before sighing and lowering her hands. “Okay… it’s sort of exactly what it looks like.”
Shepard stepped closer, inspecting the bodies with a grimace. “Milim, what happened here?”
Milim drew a deep breath, dramatically placing one hand over her heart. “These two old dudes said they were going up to that big castle to interrupt Haru’s date and attack him!” She paused, fists clenched indignantly. “I only wanted to scare them off with a little punch, but they were way squishier than I thought. They kinda just exploded instead.”
Shepard rolled her eyes, clearly exasperated, while Alice struggled to suppress a chuckle at Milim’s exaggerated storytelling.
“Well,” Alice said dryly, stepping closer to inspect the damage, “it's definitely not the first set of bodies I’ve had to help hide.”
Shepard shot her a skeptical look. “That's… mildly concerning.”
Milim nodded enthusiastically, glad that someone understood. “I can just burn the bodies real quick!” she offered helpfully, flames already flickering eagerly at her fingertips.
Shepard quickly raised a hand, cutting that idea short. “Hold on, Milim. Let’s think this through. We don’t know if the magical authorities here can detect magic residue or not. If you killed them using physical strength alone, it’s smarter to make this look natural.”
Alice nodded thoughtfully. “Not a bad idea. We drag them into the woods and let the wildlife take care of the rest...”
Milim blinked, genuinely impressed. She hadn’t even considered something so sneaky and smart. “Wow, you two are really clever!” she exclaimed, grinning brightly. Then her smile faded slightly as another thought occurred to her. “Do you think this’ll make trouble for Haru?” She paused, looking pleadingly at the two women. “Could we maybe… keep this little accident a secret from him?” She turned on her best puppy-dog eyes, gazing up innocently.
Milim's pleading puppy-dog eyes proved effective. Shepard and Alice exchanged a glance, sighed, and nodded reluctantly.
"Fine," Shepard said grudgingly. "We won't tell Haru. But let's make this quick before anyone else wanders out here."
Milim beamed happily. "Thank you! You two really aren't so bad—for humans, I mean."
Alice chuckled softly as they all bent down, grabbing hold of the mangled remains and hauling them toward the thick woods nearby. They trudged deep into the trees, ensuring they were far enough away from the path that no one would stumble across their gruesome cleanup. The forest grew denser around them, branches scraping their clothes and leaves crunching beneath their feet.
When Milim felt they'd finally gone deep enough, she dropped her half of one corpse and wiped her brow with the back of her hand. "This should be far enough, right?"
Shepard surveyed the spot carefully, nodding after a moment. "Yeah, this'll do."
Alice dropped her share with a grimace, wiping her hands on her pants. "Good. The animals around here should take care of the rest."
Now that the dirty work was done, Milim turned to the two redheads curiously. "Wait, why were you two out here anyway?"
Shepard raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on her hip and fixing Milim with a look. "We could ask you the same thing, you know."
Milim puffed her chest out proudly, placing both hands on her hips. "Well, that's easy! I was obviously sneaking out here to spy on Haru during his date with that dragon lady!" She grinned widely, clearly not ashamed at all.
Both Shepard and Alice blushed noticeably at Milim's blunt statement.
"We definitely weren't doing that!" Shepard insisted quickly, her cheeks reddening even more. "We were just… out for a walk!"
Milim narrowed her eyes skeptically, smirking. "Uh-huh. Suuuure. You two were just randomly wandering around in the dark, in the middle of the woods, near Haru's date?"
Alice chuckled softly, nudging Shepard playfully. "Just admit it, Shepard. You were sulking."
Shepard crossed her arms defensively. "Fine, maybe I was! I'm still annoyed Haru and I never got to properly celebrate my hard-earned victory against Saren! I wanted some victory sex dammit!"
Alice burst out laughing! "That's because you and your entire crew got hammered after the fight! Haru tried to help you back to your quarters on the Normandy, and you repaid him by puking all over his shoulder!"
Shepard's face turned scarlet instantly, eyes widening with shock and embarrassment. "I—I did what?!" she squeaked, looking genuinely mortified.
Milim broke into delighted giggles, pointing at Shepard. "You threw up on Haru? That's hilarious!"
Shepard groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Goddammit," she muttered. "No wonder he was acting weird the next morning…"
Still giggling, Milim turned eagerly toward Alice next. "So, what about you then? What's your reason?"
Alice's blush deepened slightly as she cleared her throat, suddenly looking very interested in the forest floor. "I didn't have anything better to do tonight," she admitted quietly, kicking a small stone around nervously. "So I decided I'd come and, you know… check on Haru as well. Honestly, I still don't really trust that dragon MILF he's out with."
Milim tilted her head in genuine confusion. "What's a MILF?"
Both Shepard and Alice broke into laughter at Milim's innocent expression. Shepard tried unsuccessfully to stifle her amusement, shoulders shaking as she chuckled.
"What?" Milim pouted, crossing her arms in annoyance. "What did I say? Come on, tell me already!"
Shepard finally regained her composure, giving Milim a mischievous grin. "It means 'Mother I'd Like to Fuck.'"
Milim's face turned bright red, eyes wide as she remembered the extremely explicit lesson Enri had given her just recently about adult matters. "Oh! Th-that's what it means…?" she squeaked shyly, covering her burning cheeks. "Humans really have some weird words!"
Alice laughed, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, we do."
After composing themselves again, the three women finally started heading back toward the path that led out of the forest.
Just as they neared the edge of the woods, a sudden unsettling chittering sound filled the air above them.
"What the hell was that?" Shepard asked warily, scanning the shadows.
Milim slowly raised her gaze toward the treetops. Perched high above, dozens of enormous spiders silently stared down at them…
Shepard and Alice both screamed, but Milim grinned. Now monsters, those were things she understood and could punch all she wanted!
– Haru –
I walked through the quiet Hogwarts gardens with Irene snuggled up against my side. My own arm happened to be wedged snugly between her large, soft breasts. I tried my best to focus on the peaceful surroundings rather than the way her body felt against me, but it was pretty hard to ignore.
She glanced up at me. “You look distracted,” she said softly, her voice warm with curiosity. “Is something wrong?”
My fox ears twitched at her question. I shrugged, trying to sound casual. “I thought I heard a scream from somewhere distant. It sounded a bit familiar, but… it’s probably nothing.”
Irene gave me a playful grin. “Good,” she teased, stepping closer. “No more distractions tonight. I want you all to myself.”
I felt a familiar rush of heat spread across my face as she guided me toward a small gazebo tucked away in one corner of the garden. The moonlight illuminated the wooden structure, creating a gentle glow around us. We sat down together on the simple bench inside.
For a moment, neither of us said anything. We just enjoyed the quiet. Then Irene reached out and took my hand, lacing our fingers together. She leaned against me, her warm body pressing into my side.
“I never thanked you properly,” she began, her voice quiet and sincere. “For rescuing me from the dungeons. I was… certain I’d end up staying locked away forever or worse.”
I shook my head firmly. “You don’t need to thank me,” I told her, squeezing her hand gently. “I’d rescue you a thousand times if I had to.”
She let out a soft, almost shy laugh, then turned her face up to mine.
I opened my mouth to say something else, but she leaned in before I could speak, pressing her lips softly against mine. It took me by surprise. My heart stuttered for a second, then started hammering. Irene’s lips were incredibly soft, and she pressed closer, letting her large breasts nestle against my chest. It was a slow, unhurried kiss, but it carried a lot of intensity behind it.
When we finally broke apart, I could see the faint color on her cheeks, and it made her look more beautiful than ever. I caught my breath, realizing just how much I wanted her. My body responded quickly—there was no hiding the growing tightness in my pants.
Irene’s gaze flicked down, noticing the reaction. A small, knowing smile tugged at her lips. She didn’t tease me about it, though. Instead, she slid her arms around my shoulders and pulled me in for another kiss.
This time, it felt more intense. My palms settled on her hips, feeling the smooth fabric of her dress. She pressed her chest harder against me, and I felt the soft weight of her breasts squishing into my torso. Every shift of her body made my heart pound faster, made my mind spin with desire.
Her tongue brushed shyly against mine, and I let out a quiet groan, tugging her closer. She moaned softly into my mouth, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure straight down my spine. I could feel the warmth of her body through the dress, her legs shifting against mine.
I pulled back just enough to speak, my voice a little shaky. “Irene…”
She rested her forehead against mine, her breath coming in short puffs. “Yes?” she whispered.
I felt my entire body tense with anticipation as I looked into Irene’s eyes. My breathing came quicker, and I wanted her—badly. There was no point pretending otherwise, so I murmured exactly that.
“I want you,” I whispered, my voice rougher than usual.
Irene giggled softly, pressing her warm body closer to mine. “It’s about time,” she teased, her lips curving into a seductive smile. Then she snapped her fingers, and a soft shimmer flickered around the gazebo. “No one will see or hear us now,” she said, her voice low. “I wanted privacy.”
My heart pounded at her words, and I felt my pants tighten even more. My tails wagged excitedly, probably giving away just how aroused I was. I leaned forward, trailing heated kisses along her neck. She let out a quiet, breathy moan, her hand sliding over the front of my pants. When her fingers started rubbing over my cock, I couldn’t stop the shiver that went through me.
She smiled when she felt my reaction, and I noticed her eyes flick down to my tails again. I groaned softly, reaching behind her to unzip her black dress. The smooth fabric slid down, revealing more of her pale skin.
With the type of dress she was wearing, it was obvious she wore no bra—her massive breasts spilled free, drawing my gaze instantly. I stopped breathing for a second, taking in the sight. They were huge, round, and perfect, and my mouth went dry just looking at them.
Irene giggled, obviously amused by my stunned expression. She kept rubbing my crotch through my pants, pressing her palm more firmly against my erection. “You like what you see?” she asked slyly.
I swallowed hard, nodding. My hands trembled slightly as I brushed the straps of her dress down her arms, letting the outfit pool around her waist. Her breasts were right in front of me, so I leaned in, kissing the top of one while sliding my hand up to cup and squeeze gently. Irene sucked in a sharp breath, arching her back so I could have easier access.
“God… Irene,” I muttered, pressing soft kisses down the curve of her breast. The warmth of her skin under my lips made my head spin. My other hand found her free breast, giving it the same slow, gentle attention. She moaned quietly, her fingers curling into my hair and tugging me closer.
She reached for my belt, fumbling to undo the buckle. I didn’t resist. Instead, I let her unfasten it, my body almost throbbing with need by then. Her hand slid under the waistband of my pants to stroke me directly. The sensation of her fingers wrapping around me made me let out a shaky groan.
I lifted my head, catching her mouth in a hungry kiss. Our tongues met, and we both deepened the contact, losing ourselves for a moment. Her breasts pressed into my chest again, and I couldn’t help running my hands down her sides, feeling every curve. My pants were open enough for her to slip her hand inside, and I hissed in pleasure when her fingers closed around my cock.
She moved her hand slowly, her grip firm enough to make me twitch. My tails probably looked like they were having a spasm, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to feel more of her.
Irene pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily. “Scoot back a bit,” she instructed, nudging me to slide down on the bench. I let myself sink against the wooden backrest. My heart pounded as she repositioned herself, sliding her dress further down until she was fully naked from the waist up. She still wore the lower half of her dress, bunched around her hips.
She looked at me, eyes shining with lust, her hand still stroking me under my pants. Then she leaned down, pressing her breasts against my chest again, and kissed me slow and deep. Every movement of her lips and tongue set me on fire. At the same time, she teased me below, pumping with careful strokes.
My voice caught in my throat, and I moaned softly into her mouth. I let my hand travel over her bare waist to her thigh, tugging gently at the fabric bunched around her hips. She nodded, shifting her body so I could push the dress aside. My hand found the smooth warmth of her skin, and I stroked upward, searching for her underwear—only to realize there wasn’t any.
Irene smirked at my startled look. “I told you I planned on enjoying myself tonight,” she said, voice thick with desire. “Feels like you’re pretty eager too.”
I swallowed hard. “That’s… that’s an understatement.”
She laughed softly, then reached down and guided my hand between her legs. The heat I felt there made me groan. She was wet, clearly as turned on as I was. Carefully, I let my fingers explore, brushing gently over her folds. She let out a trembling sigh, resting her forehead against mine.
I started to circle her clit with my fingertips, feeling the slickness of her arousal. Irene gasped softly, rolling her hips toward my touch. The sight of her parted lips, the flush on her cheeks, and her heavy breathing made me even harder.
She parted her thighs a little more, giving me better access. “Haru…” she whispered, sounding half pleading, half commanding.
I pressed my fingers deeper, trying to give her the same pleasure she was giving me. My other hand gripped her hip, keeping her steady as I teased her. She let out a breathy moan, her nails gently scratching the back of my neck.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heartbeat. My fingers kept stroking Irene under her dress, feeling her soaked folds tighten whenever I pushed a finger inside. She let out a low, needy moan, sending a rush of heat through me. I could feel her hand still working over my cock through my pants. Each gentle squeeze sent tingles racing through my body.
Her lips found mine again, and we kissed with a rough need that made us both groan. Our tongues brushed, and she pressed herself closer, grinding her hips against my hand. The wet warmth of her pussy made it clear how turned on she was, and the way her walls clung to my finger caused my mind to spin.
She pulled away from the kiss for a second, her eyes bright with magic and desire. I saw her breasts rise and fall with her quick breathing. Without breaking eye contact, she reached into my pants and carefully freed my cock. The cool air hit me for a moment, before her hand wrapped around me and started pumping in a slow, teasing rhythm. I bit back a groan.
Irene grinned as she shifted her position on my lap. Her dress stayed bunched around her waist, hiding her pussy from view, but I could clearly feel the slick heat as she brushed it against my cock. My tails trembled behind me, betraying just how desperate I felt.
I tried to focus on her beautiful face, on the intense need I saw there. Slowly, she lowered herself. A jolt of pleasure shot up my spine the instant I felt her tight, wet lips swallow my cock. She took me in with a long, shaky moan, and I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Fuck,” she muttered, her voice thick with lust. “You feel so damn big.”
My eyes locked on her flushed cheeks and her heaving breasts. My chest felt tight, and I had to remember to breathe. The snug grip of her pussy around my cock almost overwhelmed me. I let out a choked groan and slid my hands up to her hips, trying to ground myself.
She sank down completely, letting me fill her. We stayed still for a moment, just feeling each other. My cock twitched inside her, and her inner muscles clenched in response. I couldn’t help begging in a ragged whisper, “Please move.”
She gave me a seductive smile, then began to rock her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The warm friction made my head spin. Our bodies fit together in a way that made me ache for more. My hands squeezed her hips, guiding her movements as my tails flicked crazily behind me.
She leaned forward and pressed her chest against mine again, allowing me to feel the softness of her breasts. I inhaled her scent, letting her moans and quiet gasps fill my ears. Every time she lifted herself, I felt cool air against my cock, every time she slid back down, heat and tightness welcomed me.
“Oh god,” she breathed, picking up the pace. “I love this.”
I let out a strained grunt, matching her rhythm with small thrusts of my own, pushing up into her each time she dropped her hips. The smack of skin on skin mingled with our labored breathing. I tried to speak, but all that came out was a shaky moan.
I reached up to cup her face and pulled her into another hungry kiss. She kissed me back with the same fierce need, moaning against my mouth. She rolled her hips more urgently now, and the feeling of her slick folds milking my cock stole the breath from my lungs.
“S–so fucking good,” she whispered, breaking the kiss to gasp for air.
I felt my heart pounding in my chest as Irene rode me faster, her voice echoing in the enclosed space of the gazebo. She breathed hard and moaned my name each time she dropped her hips, sending a rush of pleasure through my body. Her parted lips looked even more tempting when she gasped for air, and her flushed cheeks made her look more beautiful than ever. Her breasts bounced with every movement, mesmerizing me.
I lowered my head, catching sight of a small bead of sweat sliding down her cleavage. I leaned in and licked it up, tasting the salty warmth on my tongue. Irene let out a sharper moan when she felt my mouth on her skin. The way her pussy clamped even tighter around my cock made me groan. I could hardly believe how snug she felt. Even though she was older, being a dragon must have something to do with the way she gripped me. It felt incredible.
I was close to losing control and finishing too soon. To hold off, I moved my mouth to her breasts, kissing them slowly before taking one nipple into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. That seemed to excite her more. She moaned my name again, and her hands moved to my shoulders, gripping me as she rode me harder.
“You're so beautiful,” I murmured, pulling back long enough to look at her face and catch my breath. “Your body’s amazing.”
She smiled breathlessly, sweat glistening on her skin. “You have no idea how good you feel,” she gasped out. “I love your cock—it's perfect.”
She shifted her hips faster, the slick sound of our bodies meeting making me dizzy with desire. Her breathing got heavier, and each drop of her hips sent another jolt of pleasure through me. I did my best to match her pace, thrusting upward when she came down, but my mind was clouded by the warm, tight friction around my cock.
Suddenly, she threw her head back and let out a loud moan, her pussy clamping down on me with surprising force. I felt her body tremble, and I realized she was in the grip of a powerful orgasm. Watching her lose herself like that made my body tense up. Her walls seemed to squeeze every inch of me, leaving me no room to hold back.
Her spasms were too much. A deep groan tore from my throat as my release overwhelmed me. I gasped her name and felt my cock pulse, spurting deep inside her!
She moaned louder when she felt me filling her. My hands locked onto her hips, keeping her firmly in place as I rode out the last of my climax.
Slowly, our bodies came down from the high. Irene rested against me, breathing hard. My head dropped to her shoulder as I tried to settle my heartbeat. I could feel our combined warmth where we were still joined, and her fingers gently stroked my hair.
“That was incredible,” she whispered against my ear.
I nodded, feeling my cheeks burn. “Yeah,” I agreed, trying to catch my breath. “Better than I ever imagined.” I took another deep breath. “This bench isn’t exactly the most comfortable though. Why don’t we teleport back to the Fox Hole and continue this in my bed?” I suggested.
Irene thought that was a great idea…
– Milim –
…Milim had a wide grin on her face as she stood among the scattered remains of hundreds of giant spiders. The fight had started with a few spiders ambushing them, but more and more kept pouring into the clearing, swarming from every direction until thousands of them covered the trees and ground. Milim, Shepard, and Alice stood back to back and fought them all, flinging guts and spider parts everywhere!
Milim handled most of the spiders. Her punches easily tore through their bodies, leaving gooey messes behind. Shepard and Alice did not do too bad either. Shepard fired her strange gun while using her psychic powers to toss large spiders aside. Alice had two guns and her own mind powers and was blasting away as well.
When the last spider corpse fell, Milim laughed loudly, ignoring the sticky mess coating her clothes and hair. “That was really fun!” she declared.
Shepard and Alice looked exhausted, but when Milim told them they could both go home, they both refused for some reason…?
Anyways, with the battle over, she started making her way to the castle and they followed her.
“Are you some kind of trouble magnet, Milim?” Alice asked with a sigh.
“Honestly that one could have just been on me,” Shepard added. “Crazy weird shit tries to kill me all the time in space…”
“Well, it wasn’t spider zombies so it definitely wasn’t my karma!” Alice huffed out.
“Let’s go peak on Haru!” Milim declared.
They did not bother sneaking into Hogwarts through the doors. Instead, they all levitated up to one of the higher points of the castle walls and slipped inside.
Milim led the way, following her nose and the faint trace of Haru’s scent. She noticed the path led them into a quiet garden. She saw trimmed hedges, flowers, and a small gazebo at the center. The place smelled a lot of Haru and something else that made Milim tilt her head in curiosity.
Shepard and Alice walked beside her, wiping spider innards off their bodies and occasionally grimacing at the stains on their clothes. Milim came to a stop in front of the gazebo. Her nose twitched. She stepped inside and stared at a single bench that looked damp for some reason.
Milim leaned down and examined the wet patch. She touched it carefully with one finger, then wrinkled her nose at the faint smell. There were also small streaks of some milky fluid on one side of the bench. She turned to Shepard and Alice, pointing at the suspicious stains.
“What’s all this stuff?” Milim asked, frowning. “This bench is wet. It smells weird. And there’s some white stuff too.” She glanced around the gazebo. “I bet Haru was here. Where do you think he went?”
Shepard’s cheeks turned bright red, and she looked at Alice awkwardly. Alice avoided Milim’s gaze, focusing on the milky fluid with a nervous expression.
“That’s, uh…” Alice started, but trailed off, face burning.
Shepard cleared her throat. “It’s… probably from Haru and… well… you can guess,” she muttered quickly, not meeting Milim’s eyes.
Milim frowned. She sniffed at the bench, curiosity written all over her face. “Why would Haru spill white fluid all over a bench in a random gazebo?” she asked bluntly. “It doesn’t look like sweat.”
Alice took a step away, rubbing the back of her neck. “It’s… something that happens when two adults get really close,” she said in a strained voice.
Milim’s mind then went back to her talk with Enri. Milim once again stared at the white fluid on her finger as she realized what it was.
“Awawawawa…”
And then her eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted…
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Comments
WhatAFungi
Milim learning to be adult(ish) after thousands of years acting like a child is so perfect. Thanks for the chapter!
HugoH
I know it’s a fanfic but Millim is really old and definitively knows what sex is. I don’t think it would make her faint. She is kinda like Serafall, both like acting way younger and more « innocent » than they actually are.
LuciferDFallN1
I think the author forgot that Milim is thousands of years old and only ACT childish because she grew tired of behaving like a responsible adult
xerxes33311
Milim is getting quite the introduction on her way towards the the adult arena!
Chase Garcia
Yes Corrupt her more also would love to see star wars
Alita
Hahahahaha. Our poor sweet Milum is being corrupted lol!!!
loyd
Hahahahahahahaha hahahahahaha so innocent milum is
