Read Online A Fox's Maid by Brandon Varnell - Free Book Online Page A

constricted. He couldn’t speak, but still knew, in his heart, that he had to say something. To say nothing at all when Lilian spoke with such heartfelt and earnest sincerity would be an insult to her. And so, Kevin gathered his courage and tried to speak. “I…”
    “ I finally found you, Lilian.”
    “ Yeah, I finally found you… wait.” Kevin paused, his nose wrinkling like a candy wrapper. “What?”
    While Kevin felt nothing but confusion, Lilian froze. That voice. She knew that voice. She knew it as surely as she knew her own. But how could that be? There was no way that woman could have found her!
    Unable to control the instincts that took hold of her, Lilian released Kevin’s hand and turned her head in the direction of the familiar feminine voice.
    Standing before them was a gorgeous woman with proportions that put her own impressive figure to shame. Her long raven hair reached all the way down to her backside, swaying hypnotically in an unseen breeze. Large, almond-shaped eyes the color of dark chocolate stared at her with equal amounts of disapproval and relief.
    She wore a dark red kimono made of silk, which stopped halfway down her thighs, revealing long porcelain legs. Flower motifs swirled around the entire garment. They started at the hem and traveled upwards in a tornado pattern, with the flowers becoming smaller and more sparse the further up they went, until they disappeared on her left shoulder.
    It was such an odd outfit to see in America, especially Arizona, that it stood out more starkly than if Dante from Devil May Cry had walked into the café right then with guns blazing.
    The gorgeous femme drew a lot of attention, and not just from Lilian and Kevin. Whether it was because of her incredible beauty, the fact that she was wearing a kimono in America, or because of the katana currently sheathed in a plain-looking scabbard at her side was unknown. It could have been all three.
    No one except Lilian noticed the smaller blade strapped across the woman’s back, partially concealed underneath her pink obi. While someone carrying a wakizashi (a short sword used by samurai) was not inconspicuous, even in Japan, there were far more important things to look at. Like the katana. Or the woman’s breasts.
    They were huge. Her breasts, that is.
    Lilian felt like a small animal that had been trapped by a much larger and more ferocious predator―or a young yōkai who’d been caught by the pedobear , which was a feeling she hoped to never experience again. It wasn’t pleasant.
    In the face of the kimono-clad beauty’s overwhelming presence, all Lilian could do was stare in a combination of fear, shock and just a little consternation. There were so many emotions boiling within her it was a wonder she actually managed to speak.
    “ K-Kotohime!”
    “ Hello, Lilian-sama.”
    The woman smiled. Lilian shuddered. Inari-blessed, she’d forgotten what it was like to be on the receiving end of that smile. Beautiful and terrifying at the same time, it was a smile filled with unimaginable horrors, the smile of a monster hidden behind the veneer of a traditional Japanese beauty. It spoke of nothing good. It told her that she was absolutely, utterly and uncategorically screwed.
    “ I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”
    Such an obvious question should have never been asked.
    “ Yes.” The woman’s voice, lyrical and beautiful in a way that caused all the people present, regardless of gender or sexual preference, to swoon. “Yes, you are.”
    As a clearly befuddled Kevin watched her and the katana

    -wielding femme, Lilian slumped in her seat.
    And this day had been going so well, too .

 
    Chapter 3
    The Maid-slash-Bodyguard, Kotohime
    Kevin didn’t think the situation could get any more awkward than this.
    Actually, that was a lie; he could think of plenty of things that would make this situation more awkward—but, as most of those things involved whipped cream, bananas and his mother showing up at the most