Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[118] Another Loser?

Enlightenment, transformation, and repayment... all completed in one go.

Reinhard had mentally prepared himself for this fox spirit encounter. After all, he was aware of the intense power his Pure Heart held, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon...

Was it because he had kept their mouths shut for too long, causing their power to stack up?

He initially thought it would take another two or three years of nurturing to raise a charming and cute fox-eared girl.

Reinhard, now nine years old, had been measured at a height of about one meter and a bit over. Although with the electric stimulation, his physique had already developed a solid foundation. But to handle this voluptuous fox... or rather, to be vigorously crushed by this fox, might it stunt his growth in the future?

Height had always been Reinhard's sore point.

Alvin lived until eighteen but managed to reach 1.9 meters despite being continually drained by the witch since the age of twelve. Kratos lived until fifteen, and although born frail, he trained himself through magical enhancement into a muscular figure, though his height only reached 1.7 meters, often needing to stand on the bed to be intimate with the enchanting Hecate.

Now, the fox before him, nearly two meters tall, occupied almost the entire single bed, pushing him nearly off the edge with her abundant flesh.

The young boy's height just reached the fox girl's chest.

Whether or not she needed to lose weight was another matter. Reinhard had a preference for her plumpness, but... good grief, aside from bullying his witch in reality, it seemed he was always getting crushed by someone.

Despite his physique being stimulated by electricity, his current body was still the weakest among his three simulations, with his physical strength barely reaching a C. In a real fight, his sacred rod might be broken by this fox.

Better to develop more first, this battle is too early.

So... transform back and let me sleep properly.

Unfortunately, even though he ordered her to transform back...

The fox, curled up under the blanket, whimpered pitifully but didn't comply, refusing to revert to the warm, soft, golden-edged, white-furred fox.

When will the fox plush stand up! She was determined to become the blanket that covered her young master!

"I... I don't particularly like the name little fox, young master." The fox-eared girl said, her golden eyes blinking as she lay close to him, their faces almost touching under the blanket.

The fox girl's fair shoulders were exposed, her skin warm and smooth, bathed in the pure moonlight. Her porcelain arms were as if embedded with gold, and the soft flesh between them quivered, making one think of the tantalizing wobble of cream, inviting and alluring.

Clearly, a nickname can sometimes be more fitting than a given name.

What a voluptuous fox!

"Why aren't you wearing clothes..." Reinhard embraced and buried in her soft flesh, shook his head, his eyes dazzled by her frosty complexion.

"Foxes... foxes don't wear clothes naturally." The fox girl replied, biting her lower lip with a hint of grievance in her tone.

Despite her seductive demeanor, there was no blush of shyness on her face, only an open and sincere coquettishness mixed with innocence.

Her golden eyes narrowed slightly, her expression like a girl's innocent smile, combining the raw allure of a temptress with youthful naivety and a touch of imperceptible regality.