A Fox's Love (American Kitsune Book 1) (20 page)

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.

It wasn't. Not this time at least. Perhaps it was because Lilian had cottoned on to how he escaped her hold every time for the past few mornings, but this morning, the moment she felt his arms trying to remove hers from around his torso, her grip on him tightened to the point that it was actually kind of painful.

No, seriously. Kevin thought he actually heard his ribs creaking under the strain of her grip. That was never a good sign.

Grunting in discomfort, Kevin put more strength into his attempt to get this girl's arms off him. Yet the moment he strengthened his efforts, Lilian matched it with an equal amount of strength. To make things even more difficult for him, her legs also came into play and hooked themselves around his hips, making escaping her grasp seem even more unlikely.

Kevin's face was also turning red enough that someone would probably mistake him for a stove and try to cook eggs on it. The reason? With Lilian's legs locked around his hips, he could feel her groin rubbing against his own. To make matters worse, he was also sporting that pesky problem all teenager males who are undergoing that little thing called puberty have. Yes, it was
that
kind of problem.

The way Lilian moaned and began sleepily kissing his chest when her hot center ground against him, as if her body knew what was happening and was subconsciously responding to him, really didn't help. It really,
really
didn't help.

“
Mmm...” Lilian moaned in her sleep.

Scratch that. It really, really,
really
didn't help.

“
Ufufu, you're so naughty, Beloved.”

He was doomed.

After fifteen minutes of struggling with all his flagging might to get out of the apparently randy fox-girl's amorous grip... and failing so miserably that it made all the effort he put into it seem utterly pointless, Kevin realized how hopeless his situation was. It was with a heavy heart and a face that told any theoretical witnesses how close he was to blacking out that he realized he would actually need to wake the girl up if he wanted to escape her lustful ministrations. Not exactly something he had wanted to do, but he wanted her to rape him in her sleep even less.

"L-Lilian," he stuttered out. When nothing happened except that she moaned happily and bit his nipple hard enough to make him wince, he began to shake her shoulders. "D-Dang it, Lilian, wake up. Wake! Up!"

The beautiful red head lying on top of him stirred... and stopped biting his nipple, which he was eternally grateful because it really hurt. Lifting her head, she looked up at him, blinking several times as her eyes focused on his face.

"Morning, beloved," she greeted with a sleepy smile.

"Lilian," Kevin hissed, his face a furious shade of red. "What are you doing on my couch?"

Even though it was clear her mind wasn't really all there, enough of it was working that her face was able to aptly express her confusion. "What do you..." her mouth opened wide as she let out a yawn, "... mean, Beloved? I always sleep on the couch with you."

"That's not the point!"

"Ufufufu." Lilian's laughter had his whole body shuddering. No. Wait. That was actually from the way her breasts were rubbing against him as she laughed.

A smile crossed her face.

"I know what you need," she whispered before leaning up to close the distance between their respective faces. "A good morning kiss."

She closed the rest of the distance, her lips pursed in the most seductive of ways as she leaned in to kiss her Beloved. Her eyes slowly closed before she pressed her silken lips against her mate. A content moan made its way out of her mouth. Was there anything better then kissing her mate?

It was only several seconds into their kiss that Lilian seemed to realize something was wrong. The skin her lips were pressing against was far too dry to be lips. It also didn't have the same feel as lips. She should know, having kissed her Beloved several times in this story already. And let's not forget Iris.

Her eyes fluttered open to discover that she was not actually kissing his lips, but a hand. Her Beloved's hand, to be exact.

Wow. That was some surprisingly quick thinking on Kevin's part. The Secret Hand Blocking Technique. A powerful ability in any Hapless Heroes arsenal. Who knew he had it in him?

"Wha...?"

"Look," Kevin tried to sound stern despite still looking like an overcooked lobster. "I need to take a shower. Could you please get off me?"

"Um...sure." Lilian looked a little out of sorts. Perhaps she had not been expecting him to put up any kind of resistance to her kisses. Still, she got off him and that's all he cared about. "Would you like me to wash your back?"

"I'm perfectly capable of washing myself," Kevin grunted as he got off the couch. He didn't give her a chance to respond as he headed into the bathroom, quickly closing the door behind him and locking it shut. He didn't want the girl walking in on him while he was taking a shower. Once per novel was more than enough.

“
...And what did I just think?” Kevin asked of the empty bathroom, stopping as the strange thought entered his head. Since when had he begun thinking about novels? Naturally, the bathroom did not answer him, and he simply shook his head, willing his strange thoughts away. “That girl must be affecting me more than I thought.”

After a nice, cold shower, Kevin got dressed in a pair of khaki shorts that went down past his knees, and a black T-shirt with an awesome drawing of a pirate drinking rum and the words “Drink like a pirate!” underneath it. It was one of his newer shirts that his mom had bought him during the summer when they had gone to the Caribbean on vacation the past summer. He thought it was an awesome shirt, even though he didn't drink alcohol.

Breakfast was already on the table when he arrived in the kitchen. He scratched the back of his head when he saw that Lilian was not there to complete the picture. She was almost always waiting there for him. So where had she gone?

"Beloved!"

Eyes widening, Kevin ducked just in time to see Lilian go flying over him, her arms outstretched like some kind of linebacker hell bent on tackling him. The girl squawked in surprise when, instead of tackling her mate from behind, she ended up rolling along the tiled floor. It ended with her laying on her back, her legs propped up against the fridge, blinking as she stared at the boy who was returning her look with a wide eyed look of his own.

"What the heck was that all about!?"

"Mou..." Lilian pouted as she looked at Kevin from her upside down position. "You weren't supposed to duck like that, Beloved."

Kevin twitched. Did she just ignore him?

"What else did you think I would do? Stand there and let you tackle me?"

"Yes."

More twitching.

"Why do you think I would do that?"

"Because that's what always happens in Kenchi Miyumi," Lilian stated in a very sage-like manner despite looking at him upside down. "Ryomo always does The Glomp to Kenchi, and he always just takes it and then they both get sent to the ground. That's how it goes."

The Glomp: Grab, Latch On, Maintain Pressure. A powerful technique in the hands of an experienced user. It's a good thing for Kevin that Lilian is still just a novice. She needs more time to refine her technique.

"Don't worry. I'll keep practicing. My technique will get better. I promise."

That's good to hear. Looking forward to it.

Kevin didn't know who Lilian was talking to, but he was getting annoyed.

"This isn't an anime, you know? You can't keep doing things like this."

"Actually, I got the idea from reading manga."

"This isn't a manga either!"

"Yeah, but, The Author based this story off Shōnen manga so..."

"I don't even know who this Author guy is!"

"Eh?" Lilian blinked. "How could you not know The Author? He's... He's The Author. Besides, how do you know The Author is a he, huh? I don't think anyone has ever mentioned his a gender in the story so far."

"Ugh..." Kevin pressed a hand to his face. He was beginning to get a headache. "Whatever. It's way too early to deal with this, and I'm getting hungry."

With that he sat down at the table and began to eat. Or he tried to eat. It was pretty difficult with the way Lilian stared at him with that dreamy look on her face.

"Could you stop that?" Kevin finally asked after trying to deal with her staring for another ten seconds. His patience in this matter was actually pretty impressive, especially when one considered how long he had been dealing with this before this morning.

One week. He had put up with her staring for an entire week. He could probably get in the Guinness' Book Of World Records for the longest time dealing with Lilian without blowing his top. Too bad the thought of sending in a submission never crossed his mind.