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Chapter 29: Taming the Fox
🕑 Added 2025-04-21 07:23:24 +0000 UTCSolon forcefully grasped the little fox girl's chin, turning her face toward his own before crushing his lips against hers in a dominating kiss.
The fox girl's initial response was clumsy, but being theoretically knowledgeable, she soon began responding to his advances. When they finally separated, a silvery thread of saliva stretched between them before snapping.
Nearby, Saran stared wide-eyed at the pair, her gaze burning into them. Having witnessed the entire intimate exchange, she felt an inexplicable fire ignite within her, her body temperature rising rapidly. Her hands clenched and unclenched unconsciously, repeating the nervous motion.
Noticing Saran's presence, Solon patted the empty space on the cushion beside him and crooked a finger in her direction. "You. Come here."
At his command, Saran stiffened. Her rebellious nature flared up immediately—she stood frozen, glaring coldly at Solon without moving or speaking.
Solon's expression darkened. "What? You have a problem with that?"
Saran pressed her lips together stubbornly, continuing to glare in defiant silence.
Ningli, sensing the tension, quickly sat up and pulled Saran over, shoving her into Solon's arms before nestling against him herself. Softly, she explained on Saran's behalf: "Your Majesty, this is her first time being so close to you. She's overwhelmed by your majestic presence—too nervous to move. She didn't mean to disrespect you."
Amused by her flattery, Solon's interest shifted. He lightly booped Ningli's delicate nose. "And what about you?"
"The moment I saw Your Majesty, I couldn't wait to throw myself into your arms~"
Whether delighted by her sweet talk or simply entertained, Solon burst into laughter and pulled Ningli close, planting a loud, smacking kiss on her cheek. "Good, good! Forget this boring one then!" With that, the two began indulging in their affection without restraint.
Ningli picked up a grape-like fruit and placed it in her mouth before pressing her lips to Solon's, feeding it to him directly. Solon greedily accepted the offering, savoring both the fruit and the fox girl's sweet tongue. At the same time, his wandering hand seized Ningli's tail.
"Eek—!"
The little fox girl trembled violently as if electrocuted, her already pliant body melting into Solon's embrace like liquid. Her tongue lolled slightly, her lips parting with shallow breaths. A fox's tail was one of their most sensitive areas—especially the base, second only to certain unmentionable regions.
Solon had no intention of letting her off so easily. He kneaded and stroked her tail relentlessly, even lifting it to his nose for a sniff.
As expected of a meticulously trained pleasure slave. Ningli's tail was clearly maintained with daily care—unbelievably smooth to the touch, like satin, with a faint, alluring fragrance.
Just then, Solon felt a strange sensation on his other hand. Glancing down, he saw Saran biting his wrist, her eyes blazing with fury.
"What, are you a dog or something?" Solon chuckled mockingly.
Likely angered by how he was "bullying" her friend—and further provoked by his roaming hands—Saran had retaliated by sinking her teeth into him. But she'd severely overestimated herself and underestimated Solon's physical resilience.
Even with all her strength, biting him felt like a puppy playfully gnawing at its owner—just a faint tingle against his skin, barely registering as pain.
Soon, Saran realized something was wrong. It was like biting into solid steel—impossible to pierce, leaving her jaw aching from the strain. Forced to release him, she stared in disbelief at the unmarked skin where she'd bitten.
Though unharmed, Solon was still displeased by her defiance. "Oh, you like biting, do you? Perfect—I'm feeling pent-up today. Open wide and hold still!"
His expression turned savage as he forced Saran's head down, gripping her jaw to pry her mouth open.
"Mmph—! Mmm—!!"
Coherent speech soon became impossible for her.
Terrified by his brutality, the little fox girl could only watch with tearful eyes, too scared to even plead for mercy.
Solon's smirk shifted into one of dark satisfaction.
People said "sharp canines bring pain," but that was only if you weren't tough enough. At a certain level of hardness, the scraping of pointed teeth created an indescribable, thrilling friction—like walking barefoot on pebbles, a mix of pain and pleasure.
Saran, naive as ever, seemed to think she'd found his weak point. She redoubled her efforts, biting down harder than before.
But all it accomplished was sending Solon into euphoria.
Her jaws, however, soon grew numb from exhaustion.
With his frustration still largely unrelieved and her mouth now "out of service," Solon had no choice but to resort to alternative methods.
After arranging Saran like a doll into position, he noticed her still-glaring expression of resentful defiance.
This only excited him further.
After all, wasn't this rebellious spirit part of her charm? That bold, unruly, vivacious energy—the fiery temper of a proud warrior.
Leaning close to her ear, Solon whispered maliciously:
"I love this look on you—utterly helpless, forced to lie there and take it~"
"You—!"
Saran's murderous glare could have killed him a hundred times over.
But Solon was the one in control now.
"Don't worry—it's big, but you'll manage."
With that teasing remark, he proceeded without hesitation.
Saran had initially planned to secretly observe him, searching for weaknesses to exploit.
But as Solon began his relentless assault, she soon felt the embers inside her ignite into an all-consuming inferno.
The flames of passion rapidly engulfed her...
The next morning,
Solon left in high spirits, refreshed and satisfied. Behind him, Saran lay motionless like a broken doll, her body covered in bruises.
[You thoroughly enjoyed the night's pleasures. Saran was like an untamed beast—but for you, the process of breaking her in was half the fun.]
[You didn't mind her resistance at all. In fact, you hoped her defiant spirit would last even longer, prolonging your enjoyment.]
Reading the on-screen simulation text, Solon's expression turned odd.
"This is getting kinda kinky..."
Then he paused.
Wait—this was totally something he'd do.
Never mind, then.
