I had a pretty good time.
Exhausted after an evening of wild partying, I was tossed into a baby tent by Kessler, who told me to rest a bit and then disappeared from view.
“I’m gonna go check out the ice cream.”
He was probably off to pick up a few new flavors from the sisters who ran the ice cream factory. My ears twitched for a moment, and then I dozed off.
When I opened my eyes again, everything had gone still. The music that had gently wrapped around my ears had stopped, and the space that had been packed with people was now littered with trash and shards of broken glass.
The party was over. A few drunk bodies were sprawled around like laundry tossed out to dry. The night was already deep, yet Kessler still hadn’t come back.
I trotted along through the aftermath. No way… He didn’t leave me here alone, did he? That guy wouldn’t do something like that.
Under the pretense of searching for Kessler, I wandered from place to place—and it was anything but quiet. Every room in the hallway was humid, some reeking of must, others tinged with fishy smells.
What the hell had everyone been up to?
Then I heard the sound of women laughing in the last room at the end. Peeking through a slightly open door, I saw the same sisters who had brought us here.
And beyond them lay Kessler, half-conscious and sprawled out. A red alert went off in my head. Even worse—his upper body was completely bare.
“Is he asleep?”
“Out cold.”
“Where should we start tasting?”
“He’s seriously handsome. Yum, yum. Smack, smack.”
My front and back paws fidgeted, slipping uselessly in place.
Strip a good-looking guy and you know exactly what’s next. Tempting a fox fanatic with snacks to pull some creepy stunt? I had to get him out of there. But I was just a helpless baby fox.
‘Humanize.’
I pulled out a Jewel Ice, bit down, and swallowed it. Sweet icy water trickled from the corner of my mouth.
I wiped it with my sleeve and instinctively began strategizing.
These women had managed to overpower Kessler. Even if their power weakened outside the Shadow Castle, how had they subdued a full-grown man so easily?
I glanced around. On the landing above the stairs was a decorative cactus, with a small candle nestled in its center. I knocked it over.
“Fire! Fire! Everyone evacuate, there’s a fire!”
Instantly, the women in the room came rushing out.
“A fire?!”
“Yes! Someone set a fire upstairs!”
“Oh no! We have to save the people here!”
“Don’t worry—just run! I’ll get this man out!”
“Hiccup-hic! Please, we’re counting on you!!”
While they panicked and scattered, I slipped into the room and hoisted the unconscious Kessler up—legally, this time. Or tried to. Why the hell wouldn’t he budge?
The plan was to trigger a fire alarm and sneak him out in the chaos. But I hadn’t factored in his damn weight during the mental simulation.
“Please, please.”
I finally managed to drag him half onto my back. But he was still so damn heavy, and when I got to the stairs, I couldn’t help but let him roll down.
“You okay…? Are you okay?”
“Ugh…”
Well, that actually worked out. The jolt seemed to knock some consciousness back into him.
I lifted his bulky frame off the floor. We had to get out before the women upstairs realized there was no fire.
Kessler’s eyes were still unfocused, like he couldn’t see straight. What the hell had they done to him?
“…It’s all a mess, huh? For now, just fucking follow me.”
I grabbed him by the neck and hauled him up. Like he was hypnotized, he staggered to his feet. Way easier than before.
With his shirt off, the feel of his skin was raw against mine. He was way more muscular than I’d expected. No wonder he was so damn heavy.
My heart pounded. It felt like walking a tightrope. What if he snapped back to full consciousness midway and realized who I was? What if he did what he did last time and crushed my neck?
Sunglasses—activate!
As a temporary disguise, I picked up a pair of sunglasses lying around and put them on.
My worries were for nothing. I managed to get him all the way back to the hotel without any issues.
“Haah!”
As soon as I dropped him onto the bed, my body gave out. But I’d made it. That was what mattered.
“…Ugh.”
was about to turn back into a fox, but something still felt off. Kessler let out a groan, the kind you make when your ribs are cracked or something.
Wait—did that really happen?
I leaned in to check, tentatively pressing around his chest with my hands. His brows furrowed.
I need to visit the hotel’s infirmary.
Just as I was about to pull my hand away, Kessler suddenly seized my wrist and yanked me toward him.
“Uwahp!”
stumbled into his chest, powerless against his strength. My cheek pressed against him, and my sunglasses were knocked askew.
“I’m here to help, okay? So calm down… No violent stuff, seriously. You’re okay, right?”
He definitely didn’t look alright. I adjusted my sunglasses and carefully studied his condition.
His face was flushed, and his chest was marked with a scatter of handprints—where they came from, I had no idea. His defined chest, lean abs, and slightly erect nipples were all in full view.
And just a bit further down…
“…!”
The moment I caught sight of what lay below, I swallowed instinctively. His erection was clearly outlined beneath the thin fabric of his pants.
A full-blown tent. Wait—was this game always this explicit?
Flustered, I tried to pull up the 19+ filter in the settings, but I couldn’t even access the cash shop, let alone adjust anything like that.
‘Well, it’s just guys being guys,’ I thought, understanding Kessler’s situation immediately. Those cunning sisters must have done something to him.
Did they drug him?
I had experienced something similar during my pro-gaming days. After that incident, I never accepted food from fans again.
Now, looking at him, I realized his moans weren’t from pain but from a different kind of need. Maybe it was a good thing.
With time, it would pass. For now, I decided to cover him with a blanket, but then thought to give him one last act of kindness. I reached out to adjust his erection, which was uncomfortably tangled in his underwear.
I hesitated for a moment before boldly reaching out. Even through the fabric, the sensation was vivid and hot. I swallowed hard.
Wait… wasn’t the lord supposed to be a child? How could this possibly be a child’s… anything? The impressive size and hardness explained why those women were after him.
Just as I finished adjusting him, Kessler suddenly grabbed my wrist. Startled, I looked at him, but he was still barely conscious. With my hand on his cock and his hand on my wrist, he began to move my hand up and down. He was guiding me to jerk him off.
“Uh, hey…”
His grip was firm, leaving me no way to escape. His brow furrowed and relaxed repeatedly, but his hold on my wrist never wavered. It was a bit forceful.
After a moment of thought, I bit my lower lip and used my other hand to pull down his underwear. ‘Fine, I’ll help him out. Can’t ignore a comrade’s suffering…’
His cock sprang free, startling me. I never thought I’d be seeing another man’s cock, let alone Kessler’s. And I certainly never thought I’d be jerking him off.
With a trembling hand, I firmly grasped the hot shaft. As a final act of consideration, I left his balls tucked inside his underwear for modesty.
“Remember this act of devotion, even if you don’t remember anything else.”
I began to stroke him up and down, just as I would during a solo act.
“Ugh…….”
“D……. Does this feel good?”
“…Fuck…….”
I increased the speed, slapping it faster at the right moment. My face contorted along with Kessler’s expression.
I tapped his hand to release my wrist from his grip. My hand was already numb enough without his interference.
“Shit.”
He ejaculated, his release forceful and heavy. My years of solo experience paid off in that moment.
“There, all done. You came a lot.”
I cleaned him up with layers of tissues. As he panted and muttered incoherently, a completely different sense of reality washed over me.
“What the fuck am I doing?”
Just as I was about to finish wiping the last glistening drop from his shaft, my wrist was grabbed again.
“……Again?”
This time, his movement was more conscious and deliberate. With a hint of annoyance, I looked up at him and nearly stopped breathing.
He was looking right at me.
