[Exclusive] TIS 1328.1 R18 Beach Episode (1). Fox and Crown
[Exclusive] TIS 1328.1 R18 Beach Episode (1). Fox and Crown
Room fifteen.
The moment the door creaked open, it hit me.
Not just the scent, sweet amber spice and warm vanilla, a perfume that could only belong to one fox demon with a six-tail upgrade, but the voice.
Not the usual sultry “Master~” drawn out with teasing devotion.
But sharp.
Snapped.
“What makes you so long!”
I blinked.
Paused halfway through the doorway.
She was standing in the middle of the room like some hell-tier princess out of a dark romance drama. No. Not standing. Posing.
Six shimmering tails curled behind her like decadent white silk layered with firelight. Her body was draped, barely, in what might have once been called noblewear. If someone had taken royal silk, cut it in half, then decided covering one tit was enough. The sleeves hung from her elbows like torn opera gloves. Her lower half was worse, regal shorts barely reaching mid-thigh, slit open with golden embroidery that screamed “I own you.”
Oh. And the crown.
With fox ears poking out of it like smug declarations of power.
And the whip.
Short. Black. Laced with tiny silver chains. Hanging lazily from her fingers like she didn’t even need it.
My brain short-circuited.
She looked so proud. So nervous beneath it. But damn, she played it well.
I glanced to the side and saw the sticky note stuck next to the light switch.
“So this time she will be a cruel heiress. She likes to play with you. While you play this as yourself. Anyway, you’re supposed to be a butler here. So what will you do in this position? —Pearl"
I blinked. Then exhaled.
“Right,” I muttered. “Let’s play, then.”
I snapped my fingers.
In a flash of heat and mana flare, my clothes shifted, black butler uniform, crisp vest, silver lining, white gloves, and a red jewel on my collar. Even my shoes clicked properly when I stepped inside.
I let my voice drop into something smooth, low, and silk-wrapped in sin.
“My lady. Apologies for making you wait.”
Foxy blushed.
Bright. Almost too quickly.
But she bit it down, swallowed hard, and held her pose. Her tails flared wider behind her like a fan made of magic and arrogance.
“You’re slow,” she snapped. “Do you think my time is worth nothing?”
She grabbed my collar and tugged.
Hard.
I was not ready for that.
Real Foxy? Would’ve fainted trying that. But this version?
This version yanked me close enough that her breath hit my jaw, sweet, minty, and laced with nerves she tried to suppress.
“I’m very disappointed in you,” she whispered, lips inches from mine. “I asked for tea and pleasure. You brought nothing.”
My heart thudded once. Then twice.
I smirked.
“Oh? Then I suppose I’ve failed in my duties.”
She tilted her head, proud, smug, and raised the whip. The silver chains jingled slightly as she traced it along my chest, teasing the edge of my vest.
“You’ll be punished.”
I raised an eyebrow, voice still slick.
“How, exactly, does my lady wish to discipline her butler?”
She smirked. It was shaky at first. Then it steadied.
“I want you… on your knees.”
I sank. Slowly. Letting my gloved fingers glide down her thigh as I went. I watched her pupils dilate.
This wasn’t the soft, flustered Foxy anymore.
She was playing a role. And dammit, she was getting into it.
From down here, her thighs looked like temptation sculpted by sin. The shorts did nothing to hide her curves. Just made them more obvious.
I let my hands slide up, hovering, not quite touching, until she hissed.
“No,” she snapped. “Not unless I say.”
I paused. Lowered my gaze.
“Yes, my lady.”
My voice was obedient.
But my smile?
Wicked.
She stepped closer.
Pressed her boot to my chest. Slowly. Her tails flicked, and the tip curled around my wrist like a leash. Her breathing was ragged now, but she didn’t break character.
“Say it.”
“Say what?”
She narrowed her eyes. “That you belong to me.”
I inhaled. Slow.
Then leaned forward.
Brushed my lips against her thigh, just below the edge of the shorts.
“I belong to you, my lady.”
Her legs trembled. For just a second. Then she exhaled and grabbed my hair.
Hard.
Yanked me up by the roots with trembling fingers that pretended they weren’t shaking. I went willingly, smirking the whole way, even as she tried to tighten her grip like she wasn’t falling apart inside.
“Obedient,” she whispered. “But you took liberties.” Her voice shook with heat and command. “You didn’t ask to taste me.”
I stayed close. My breath slid down her throat.
“You didn’t say no either.”
Her pupils flared. Her tails bristled behind her, twitching with nervous pride.
And then it began.
She pulled back, still gripping my hair like a leash she wasn’t trained to use yet. Her eyes narrowed with faux cruelty that didn’t quite hide the quiver at the edges. But she kept going. I could see the game glinting in her gaze, the character she was trying to be. Not Foxy the sweet fox girl who snuggled into my chest at night.
“Get on your knees,” she said.
I was already on them, technically. But I raised an eyebrow and let a soft smile play on my lips. “I already am, my lady.”
She huffed. “Then stay still.”
I tilted my head. “Yes, mistress.”
That got her. Her cheeks colored pink, but she didn’t falter. One tail curled behind my neck, brushing teasingly. Her fingers let go of my hair just to trail down the side of my cheek.
“Good boy,” she said softly. Then slapped me.
It was light. Weak. Almost adorable. But her eyes flicked with danger like she meant it to bruise.
“You don’t speak unless I ask.”
“I understand,” I said automatically.
She slapped me again. “What did I just say?”
It wasn’t hard. And I could feel her hand tremble.
I grinned, letting my head dip in mock shame. “I’ll be quiet now.”
She seemed satisfied. Stepped back slowly, the click of her heels echoing like judgment on marble. Then she circled behind me.