The morning of Saint Laia was unfamiliar to Lin Sheng.
Whether it was the strange bed beneath him, the unfamiliar body, or the foreign sensations from that body, everything made Lin Sheng wonder if he was still dreaming.
But the different feeling coming from behind told Lin Sheng—no, you’re not dreaming.
“What are you doing, Serveyia!”
He turned around.
He found that Serveyia, who had agreed to hug only one tail, had somehow ended up holding three or four of his tails, and even clamped one between her legs.
After failing to retrieve his tails, Lin Sheng, a bit annoyed, pushed her, but immediately regretted it.
After all, the quiet girl sleeping in front of him was a Princess.
If she got angry at being treated this way and took it out on him, wouldn’t he be done for?
“Mm, good morning, Little Fox.”
Fortunately, Serveyia didn’t have a bad temper in the morning.
After being woken, she just rubbed her eyes and sat up, speaking as if still half-asleep.
“I thought you’d sleep a bit longer, Little Fox.”
Lin Sheng had slept all morning yesterday, and the events of the previous day had been a bit too overwhelming.
He was both mentally and physically exhausted.
In such a situation, he’d simply collapsed and slept.
“So, why is Serveyia still hugging my tails? And why is she hugging even more?”
“Little Fox’s tails are just too comfortable. I think you can deeply relate to that, can’t you?”
His own tails really were comfortable.
Just the tail in his own arms proved that.
He was obsessed with his own tails, let alone others.
“Th-Then, can’t you at least not hug so many at once?”
Being held like this by Serveyia made him feel a little embarrassed, as if he were completely possessed by her.
“When you’re asleep, who cares about such things? It’s all unconscious. If it were you, Little Fox, you’d probably hug them too without thinking.”
“So, hurry up and let go! Don’t we have to attend some Inauguration Ceremony today?”
Although Lin Sheng was already awake, his tails were too sensitive.
If he tried to force them out of Serveyia’s arms, he’d probably be the first to suffer.
“No rush. I have a sense of propriety in my heart.”
Serveyia still looked sleepy.
To be honest, she now seemed like a little hedgehog with its spines retracted—harmless, making Lin Sheng feel much more at ease.
Finally, after burying her face in Lin Sheng’s tails and taking a deep breath, Serveyia released them.
Feeling the freedom, Lin Sheng quickly gathered all nine of his precious tails into his arms, gently smoothing the fur.
Even if these tails brought him no small amount of trouble, they were part of his body now, and he felt he had to take good care of them.
Anyway, since they were already attached to him, and since there was no return policy, wasn’t it better to have bright, glossy tails than dry, frayed ones?
Also, he wondered if it was because of Freya Lightfeather’s Protective Blessing yesterday.
His tails weren’t battered as he expected after a night’s ordeal, nor did they have any strange smell from being slept on.
Was this the constitution of the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox?
“Little Fox, stop pitying your tails over there. I’ll do some maintenance for you later.”
Serveyia seemed to finally awaken, losing her earlier laziness and regaining her confidence.
“Maintenance—wait, Serveyia, what are you doing?”
Unlike Lin Sheng, Serveyia didn’t need to sleep in stockings at night.
Now, she was changing into stockings.
Yes, right in front of Lin Sheng, she was unapologetically putting on stockings.
“Of course, I’m changing stockings. Or do you not even recognize that, Little Fox?”
Great.
It seemed Serveyia was now fully awake, even her aggression had returned.
“Of course I recognize it! What I want to know is, why are you changing in front of me?”
“?”
Serveyia looked at Lin Sheng with a puzzled gaze, as if questioning why he’d even ask.
“Little Fox, I remember I’ve explained this more than once. We’re both girls. We even bathed together yesterday and saw everything. Why get shy now?”
“But, but, I used to be a man. Did you forget? Just two days ago. Don’t you feel embarrassed at all?”
As Serveyia said, during their bath yesterday, they’d practically seen each other naked.
But sometimes, beauty is more alluring when it’s veiled than when it’s completely exposed.
“Could it be that Little Fox has improper thoughts about me?”
“Y-You know, I used to be a man. Isn’t having some improper thoughts normal?”
Lin Sheng felt there was nothing wrong with what he said, but honestly, it sounded a bit like harassment.
But he couldn’t help it—the conversation had somehow gone off track.
“But, Little Fox, even if you have improper thoughts, what can you do? Press me down and ravage me?”
Don’t joke.
You know you can’t, Little Fox.
Fine.
He couldn’t win against Serveyia in a battle of words.
But what puzzled Lin Sheng was that Serveyia didn’t seem to care about his former gender.
In many of the two-dimensional works he was familiar with, men transformed into women were not accepted by native females, often treated as outcasts.
Though he’d been forced into this transformation, Serveyia didn’t care at all.
Why?
“But, but, Serveyia, don’t you feel even a bit uncomfortable?”
“How should I put it? If Little Fox actually had the ability to do bad things, I’d have to be careful. But as things stand, you can’t do anything, right?”
Fine.
Serveyia’s logic left Lin Sheng speechless.
She really was a mischievous person—doing such things in front of him, knowing he was powerless.
Could it be that she really was doing it on purpose?