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Chapter 8: The Case of the Lewd Fox (R-18)
The Hearth Mansion was bathed in the hushed, amber light of a solitary afternoon. With the rest of the Hestia Familia away in the Dungeon and the Goddess herself at her part-time job, the responsibility of the home fell to Sanjouno Haruhime. She moved through the corridors with a feather duster, her movements rhythmic and practiced, though her mind was anything but calm. Every time she passed Bell's room, her heart gave a traitorous thud, and her golden fox ears twitched in a guilty, frantic rhythm.
Her quiet domesticity was shattered when the front door swung open with a boisterous force.
"Hey there, you lewd fox!"
"Mikon—!?"
Haruhime nearly leaped out of her skin, her tail poofing out like a bottle brush as Aisha Belka sauntered into the entryway. The Amazon radiated a predatory, overwhelming energy that made the wide foyer feel suddenly very small.
"A-Aisha-sama! What a surprise," Haruhime stammered, smoothing her kimono with trembling hands. "But... 'lewd fox'? Have I truly done something so scandalous to earn such a title?"
"Relax, kid. I just brought you a little souvenir," Aisha said, her grin widening as she noted Haruhime's agitation. "Is anyone else around? Or are you all alone with your thoughts?"
"Everyone is out for the day, so it is only me," Haruhime replied softly.
"Perfect. Here, consider this an education," Aisha said, thrusting a thin, paper-wrapped booklet into Haruhime's hands.
The moment Haruhime's eyes fell upon the cover—a beautifully rendered illustration of herself and Bell-sama, their clothes disheveled and shoulders bare—her brain seemed to short-circuit.
"Wh-Wh-Wh-Whaaaaaat!?"
"Oh? That reaction... you've seen one of these before, haven't you?" Aisha mused, leaning against the doorframe with an amused glint in her eyes.
The Forbidden Discovery
Haruhime couldn't deny it. The truth was that she had been assigned to stay home today precisely because her nerves were shot. A few days prior, while cleaning Liliruca Arde's room, she had discovered a similar booklet tucked deep beneath the bed.
Driven by a curiosity that felt like a physical itch, she had opened it and witnessed a high-definition world where Lili and Bell-sama were engaged in acts that Haruhime's virgin mind could barely comprehend. The realism was terrifying; it captured the very essence of their personalities—Bell's stuttering innocence and Lili's sharp-tongued devotion—and twisted them into a carnal fantasy. Ever since, she hadn't been able to look at either of them without her brain "burning" from the imagery, leading to her current state of "recovery" at the mansion.
"Look, I'm giving this to you for free," Aisha said, snapping Haruhime back to the present. "Stop being a 'closet pervert' and try being an 'open' one. It's much more honest. Consider it a gift from a big sister."
With a final, teasing wink, the Amazon vanished into the afternoon sun, leaving Haruhime standing in the foyer, clutching the "Bell x Haruhime" volume like it was a cursed artifact.
The Verification
I'm only reading this to verify the safety of Bell-sama's reputation! Haruhime told herself, though she practically sprinted to her room. She sat on her futon and, with a heart hammering like a trapped bird, opened the book.
The first few pages were deceptively sweet, depicting the quiet, domestic life of the Hearth Mansion. But the atmosphere shifted as the story reached a rainy evening in the mansion. The art portrayed Bell-sama waking up from a nightmare, his face etched with the trauma of the Deep Floors. In the story, the fictional Haruhime entered the room, offering comfort just as she had in real life—but then the narrative took a sharp, feverish turn.
The paper-Haruhime unbuttoned her kimono, inviting Bell-sama to find shelter against her bare chest.
"Bell-sama, if the darkness of the night frightens you... please, find shelter within my heart... and my body."
"A-A-A-Ah...!" Haruhime gasped, her vision blurring as a hot, crimson liquid began to drip from her nose.
The dialogue was a direct assault. The fictional version of herself spoke the words she was too afraid to whisper aloud: "I am a prostitute you saved. My body belongs to you... please, love me."
The escalation was relentless. Haruhime watched, mesmerized and horrified, as the art depicted her guiding Bell-sama's hand beneath her robes, accompanied by wet, squelching sound effects that sent a jolt of lightning through her spine. Her rationality fought a losing battle against her repressed desires.
The tension peaked as the illustrated Bell-sama gave in to his instincts, cast aside his garments, and merges his body with hers in a flurry of passion. The climax featured a two-page spread of Bell-sama reaching the height of his pleasure, leaving his "seed" within her as Haruhime cried out in a blissful, "high" state of mind.
"Mikon... Mikonnn...!"
Haruhime slammed the book shut, her face so red it looked like it might actually ignite. She was dizzy, her pulse was racing, and she felt like her heart might stop from the sheer intensity of the "lessons" she had just learned.
The Alliance
Panicking, she hid the book on her shelf, tucked behind several thick volumes of ancient hero epics, and hurried to the kitchen to splash her face with cold water. She had just regained a semblance of composure when the front door creaked open.
"I'm home!" Bell's cheerful voice rang out.
"Hauu—!?"
Seeing the real Bell-sama—so kind, so unsuspecting—made the images from the book flash through her mind with blinding intensity.
"W-W-Welcome back, Bell-sama!" she squeaked, her ears twitching in a frantic, guilty rhythm.
Bell blinked in confusion, but before he could speak, a hand grabbed his shoulder.
"Bell-sama, it seems Haruhime-sama's 'illness' is still quite severe," Lili said, her eyes narrowed into sharp, suspicious slits. "Please, go rest in your room. Lili will take 'full responsibility' for looking after her."
Lili practically shoved Bell away and dragged the trembling fox into her own room. The door slammed shut, and Lili pinned Haruhime with a gaze that could have interrogated a God.
"Haruhime-sama... you're hiding something, aren't you?" Lili whispered. "Something involving a certain... thin book?"
"Mikon—!?"
Under Lili's relentless questioning, Haruhime crumbled in seconds, confessing to the gift from Aisha and the contents of the book.
Lili sighed, her own face flushing slightly. "Those books are a threat. If other women see them, they'll get ideas. We have to stop this! We must find the author and ensure that if any more books are made, they only feature us!"
Lili held out her hand, her expression one of grim, tactical resolve. "Haruhime-sama, let us form an alliance. Together, we will hunt down this artist and secure our place in Bell-sama's future—both in the books and in reality!"
Haruhime looked at Lili's hand, thought of the drawing of Bell-sama in her bed, and felt a fierce surge of determination.
"Yes," Haruhime said, grasping Lili's hand firmly. "For Bell-sama... and for the honor of the Hestia Familia!"
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