Chapter 6: The Fox's Contract
"Well, it's nice to meet you or whatever. Let's go," Rin said, his voice dripping with irritation. "We need to find Milim and leave this place. There's nothing else to gain by staying here; fighting Level 1 monsters isn't worth the effort."
"Cool," Naga replied, her voice slow, low, and dangerously seductive.
Rin gave her a sharp side-eye, ignoring the way she looked at him, and began marching back toward the hidden cave where he had left the Goddess. As they walked, Rin felt a prickle of intense discomfort. Naga was staying a respectful five feet behind him, and she wasn't saying a word, but he could feel her eyes practically boring a hole into the back of his head.
"Milim! I found your... friend," Rin called out as they entered the mouth of the cave.
"Perfect!" Milim's voice echoed from the shadows. "Oh, Rin?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't freak out, but... I have a different form than the one you're used to."
Rin chuckled, shaking his silver-haired head. "Let me guess—it's a fox, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is!" Milim replied, sounding genuinely surprised. "How did you know?"
"Because you're a sly little shit," Rin said smugly.
Rin turned the corner into the main chamber and froze. His face went completely blank, his expression flattening into a deadpan ._. He had expected a fox. He hadn't expected a towering, white-haired Kitsune goddess with enough "presence" to fill the entire cavern.
"Rin? Are you okay?" Milim asked, sitting down with a graceful sway of her massive, fluffy tails.
Holy hell, why is she so tall?! Rin screamed internally, feeling even more like a "twink" than he did ten minutes ago.
"You sure you're alright?" she pressed.
"Yes, I'm okay," Rin said, forcing a soft, strained smile.
"Very well. Come here. I need to initiate our contract so that our levels are synced. Whenever you level up, so do I."
That's actually pretty smart, Rin thought, walking over to her. Standing directly in front of the transformed Goddess, he looked up. "So, how do we do this?"
A predatory, seductive smile spread across Milim's face. "Don't worry. Just stay still."
Before Rin could ask what she meant, Milim reached out, cupped his face in her hands, and pulled him into a long, passionate kiss. Rin's eyes went wide as he felt her tongue wrap around his. He was completely stunned, his brain short-circuiting as the "contract" began.
He tried to pull back, but he was pinned. Milim's massive, soft tails swept forward, wrapping around his waist and legs like silken chains, holding him firmly in place against her.
Behind them, Naga watched the scene with an expression that was half-jealous and half-impressed. "Oh," the vampire whispered, licking her lips. "I like where this is going."
As Milim finished, she pulled back, her tongue disappearing with a wet, lingering sound. "There we go. All finished," she purred, her green eyes locked onto Rin's with predatory satisfaction.
"Um... thanks," Rin stammered, his face flushing a deep, humiliated crimson. He tried to pull away, desperate to find some space as he felt his new body reacting in ways he hadn't prepared for.
He didn't make it two steps before Naga's hands clamped onto his waist. Her spade-tipped tail whipped around, lashing tightly over his left leg to anchor him in place. "Oh no you don't," she whispered against his ear, her breath hot. "I can see you're getting a little excited down there."
Before he could protest, she nipped at his neck, her fangs grazing his skin.
"No need for... this..." Rin managed to choke out, his mind racing to regain control. "I'm fine—ah!" An unwanted moan escaped him as Naga bit down harder, marking him. "S-stop that!" He reached back, his hands tangling with hers as she traced the muscles of his slender waist.
Rin was completely out of his element. In his past life, he was a Saint of Steel, a commander of battlefields. Now, his small, delicate frame was being toyed with by two supernatural powerhouses.
Subconsciously, his slime instincts took over. Thin, silver tentacles extruded from his lower back, acting on their own as they snaked around Milim's waist and legs.
"My, my, poor little Rin," Milim teased, her smile widening. "Can't handle it anymore?"
Fuck this, Rin screamed internally. I'm not losing to her. Not today.
Gritting his teeth, Rin surged forward and grabbed Milim's waist with surprising strength, pinning her back.
"Are you finally going to take charge?" she asked seductively, leaning back to look up at him. "I'm yours, after all. Go all out until you can't anymore."
Rin didn't need a second invitation. Using a tentacle to deftly move her clothing aside, he pressed himself against her. The sensation was electric—a warm, jolting surge of mana and physical heat. Overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it, Rin leaned forward, burying his burning face into her chest to hide his expression.
"Aren't you just a little cutie," Naga smirked, finally releasing her grip. "I'll leave you two to it." She turned and strolled out of the cave, humming a cheerful, wicked little tune.
"I didn't expect the great Rin to get so flustered," Milim whispered, her voice softening as she ran a hand through his long gray hair. "What happened to all that confidence?"
Rin pulled his face back, looking her in the eye. "You talk too much. You know that?" He cut her off with a deep, passionate kiss, his tentacles tightening their hold.
Milim was momentarily speechless, lost in the rhythm Rin was setting. Though he had a new, smaller body, his experience spanned lifetimes, and he used it to push her further than she expected. Milim, who hadn't occupied a physical form—let alone a bed, in millennia, quickly found herself struggling to keep her composure.
"Rin... I can't... I can't hold on much longer," she moaned, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps.
"Keep moving. Don't you dare stop," Rin commanded.
Milim wrapped her legs and her massive fox tail around him, her body twitching as she neared her limit. Rin increased his pace, driving the encounter toward its peak. Just as she reached the point of no return, he pulled back slightly, lingering at the edge.
"Wha—why did you—?"
Slam. Rin surged back in, releasing his load and filling her completely. Milim's body shuddered violently, her moans echoing off the cavern walls as she collapsed against him, trembling with pleasure.
They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing heavily. Milim clutched him tightly, her eyes watering. "Rin... huff... are you good to go for another round?"
Rin looked down at her, a mischievous, rejuvenated smile playing on his lips. "Oh, I'm good. But we need to clean up first. Looks like it's going to take a while," he noted, scanning the floor of the cave.
"No need," Milim panted. She pressed her hands together, whispering a quick incantation. A bright, shimmering light swept through the cavern, and in an instant, every trace of their session was gone. Both of them were perfectly clean.
"Wow. You're pretty handy with that," Rin said, his eyes glinting. "Now... let's continue."
Naga had been sitting on a cold, jagged rock outside the grotto for what felt like an eternity. She had occupied herself by tracing patterns in the dirt with her spade-tipped tail, her boredom reaching a fever pitch.
"Honestly," she muttered, checking her nails. "How long can a slime and a fox actually go? It's been hours."
Restless, she stood up, smoothing out her dress. "That's it. I'm going in to see if they've died of exhaustion or if there's room for a third."
She hadn't taken three steps toward the cave entrance when the hair on the back of her neck stood up. A heavy, predatory presence draped over her like a lead blanket. She spun around, her heart skipping a beat.
Rin was standing right behind her. He wasn't the flustered, embarrassed "twink" from earlier. His silver eyes were glowing with a cold, intense light that seemed to pierce straight through her physical form and into her very soul.
"Rin? You... you okay?" she asked, her usual seductive confidence wavering for the first time.
Rin didn't answer with words at first. He stepped into her personal space, his slender but surprisingly iron-strong arms reaching out to grab her waist. He jerked her forward, slamming her body against his until there wasn't a breath of air between them.
"My flat-chested friend," Rin said, his voice terrifyingly calm and resonant. "I'm very full of energy for some reason. It seems Milim's 'contract' had some side effects on my stamina. So... prepare yourself."
Naga's mouth fell open. "Umm—"
"No need to talk," Rin interrupted, his voice dropping an octave. "I know exactly what you want."
Two thick, shimmering silver tentacles flowed out from his back like liquid mercury, coiling around Naga's limbs and pinning her against his frame. Rin leaned in, his expression startlingly focused. He ran his tongue—now long and flickering like a serpent's, up the side of her face in a slow, deliberate stroke.
"I'm very hungry," he whispered, his eyes locking onto hers with a hunger that had nothing to do with mana stones.
Naga, the perverted vampire who had spent the last hour dreaming of playing with him, suddenly realized she had caught a tiger by the tail. Her face flushed a deep violet, and for the first time in centuries, she felt a genuine shiver of primal fear, and exhilarating anticipation, run down her spine.
"Oh," she breathed, her spade tail twitching uncontrollably. "I think I've underestimated you, little slime."
Rin didn't smile. He just tightened the grip of his tentacles and pulled her back toward the shadows of the cave.