Chapter 110

Chapter 111: Please Let Haruhi Serve You (Please Subscribe!)

Haruhi had a fondness for tales of heroism involving rescues—stories where damsels were saved by heroes.

It wasn’t strange that a former sheltered young lady would adore such narratives.

Izay displayed great patience in conversing with her.

Unconsciously, Haruhi’s manner of speaking grew increasingly intimate, her golden tail swaying excitedly.

She recounted fairy tales as if they were irreplaceable treasures… until she suddenly closed her eyes.

“If only the world was like in the books, where a hero could take my hand and lead me to a world I yearn for… That’s what I used to think.”

“Used to think? And now?”

Glancing at the fox girl who had leaned most of her body towards him, Izay couldn’t help but raise his hand and gently pat her head.

With ears present, the sensation was no worse than her tail, warm and soft, enveloping his palm.

“Eep…”

Not sparing even her ears after her tail, Izay’s actions caused a flicker of resentment to cross Haruhi’s face.

Still, she obediently replied, whispering as if seeing through everything: “Now… it’s just wishful talk. Someone like me has no right to be taken away by a hero.”

“Surely you understand this, Lord Izay?”

“I’m merely an apprentice courtesan… though not fully trained, to a hero, a courtesan symbolizes destruction.”

Bathed in the pale light of the moonlit night, Haruhi’s lips faintly curved into a smile.

An utterly surreal smile.

“Someone as lowly as me… how could a hero possibly eep…”

Disliking her self-deprecation, Izay tightened his grip on her furry ears, causing Haruhi to shiver mid-sentence.

“To eep?”

Izay looked at the blushing fox with a teasing gaze.

“Lord Izay dislikes…”

As if upset, Haruhi pouted.

“In truth, I’m not really a hero either. I’m not the type who aspires to be one.”

Heroes fight for people unrelated to them, even sacrificing their own lives.

Izay admitted he wasn’t noble enough for that; he certainly wasn’t cut out to be a hero.

Upon hearing these unexpected words, surprise flashed across Haruhi’s delicate features.

After two or three seconds, she narrowed her eyes and smiled softly.

“Thank you, Lord Izay. Even if it’s just comforting words, Haruhi is deeply satisfied.”

Comforting?

I’m being serious here!

This girl understood his undertone but didn’t believe him?

What the heck!

Caught off guard by Haruhi’s reaction, Izay momentarily froze, allowing the observant Haruhi to notice.

We’ve been chatting all along…

The main task for today hasn’t even started yet!

Her gaze involuntarily wandered below Izay’s neck, inside his clothes.

A small gulp escaped her throat, and her pink lips murmured.

“S-Sorry, Lord Izay, I’ve kept you chatting. Next… please allow Haruhi to serve you.”

Then, with a determined expression, she abruptly pushed Izay onto the nearby bedding, starting to unbutton his clothes.

“Hm?”

Realizing the situation, Izay found himself being undressed. The golden tail of the fox girl trembled alongside her entire body, but her hands moved swiftly, already exposing Izay’s chest.

“Wait, don’t…”

Before he could protest, Haruhi paused upon revealing a corner of Izay’s shirt.

“Ma-Male…”

A surge of red cells rose from her pale neck, quickly spreading to her cheeks, ears, and finally the top of her head.

Izay thought he heard a sound akin to boiling water, and a wisp of steam seemed to appear above Haruhi’s head, her tail fur bristling.

“Male… Male’s collarbone!?!”

In the next instant, the impulsive one fainted and collapsed onto Izay.

“Didn’t I tell you to wait…”

Anticipating this reaction, Izay sighed as he embraced her, feeling relieved.

Good thing this lusty fox didn’t strip herself first, or else what would he have done?

While it’s hot?

At this moment, Izay deeply appreciated the benefits of enhanced mental strength.

And just then, a sigh filled with frustration came from the shadows behind another door.

“I knew it would end up like this.”

An Amazonian woman dressed in dancer attire emerged from behind the door.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down to her hips, her well-toned body clearly exercised, her brown skin radiating an alluring charm.

Her long legs extended to her ankles, covered by semi-transparent pants-like clothing that became looser towards the bottom.

The color of her skirt was a bluish-purple, with little difference between the upper and lower halves except for the key areas concealed beneath the semi-transparent fabric.

“Oh? You finally decided to show up. You’ve been eavesdropping all night.”

When entering the room, Izay had sensed someone besides himself and the lusty fox. Sure enough, it was this fox’s “older sister.”

“Could you sense me? You’re not an ordinary adventurer, are you?”

After waiting behind the door all night, Aisha spoke with a hint of surprise before shaking her head in amusement.

“Anyway, those details don’t matter. You two sure know how to entertain yourselves, spending hours talking about scenery, hero tales, and fairy stories. Aren’t you tired?”

“Eh… Not really.”

Tonight, with no clouds in sight, quadrupled mental strength wasn’t a joke.

Pulling an all-nighter was effortless for Izay.

“Seriously, I was thinking maybe I could replace Haruhi and have a wonderful night with you, but now you’ve ruined my mood.”

Aisha casually sat beside the two on the bedding, placing her elbow on a small tea table and propping her cheek up, sighing once more.

The tea seemed cold, but she drank it without complaint.

Honestly, Aisha couldn’t believe she was still awake—it was a miracle!

“Did you foresee this happening?”

Pointing at the unconscious Haruhi, though aware of the situation, Izay feigned surprise.

“Ah, for some reason, whenever Haruhi sees a male’s body, she faints. Just something as mild as collarbones is enough to knock her out for a day.”

“When we were teaching her courtesan knowledge, waking her up when she fainted, we thought she’d gradually get used to it. Guess we were too naive.”

“Today was her first solo client, and knowing this situation might ruin the guest’s experience, I waited nearby. Didn’t expect you two… hah.”

Saying this, Aisha let out a laugh tinged with disdain.

Whether directed at Izay, the unconscious Haruhi, or perhaps herself, it was unclear.