Ascending the Demon Realm

Nine-tailed foxes' tails may appear beautiful, but their true nature is ferocious! They constrict prey within those silk-like strands until life extinguishes, preserving blood freshness within unbroken flesh while enabling easy transportation...

During combat, these supernatural appendages transform into weapons of unpredictable precision, leaving opponents perpetually off-balance.

Spitting fur from my mouth, I writhed within his coiled tails. His chains of fur bound me from head to toe. "Xiao Fen! Admit it - you secretly want to devour me!"

"Xiao Fen! You're crushing me!" I jerked his tail with immobilized hands. Most creatures' weak spot lies near the tail base—a painful vulnerability. This should rouse him.

"Mnn..." His drowsy murmur finally came. "S'rry..." The constricting pressure gradually withdrew, fuzzy strands retreating from my limbs and neck like receding tide, leaving tickling sensations across sweat-dampened skin.

Free at last, I studied the fox spirit's undulating form. His eyes remained closed. "Xiao Fen?"

"Mnn?"

His six luxuriant tails now gathered between legs like living pillows. "Your tails have my drool. Wash them later."

"Don't...mind..." Golden eyes glimmered beneath half-lifted lids.

I grinned, recalling childhood memories—kindergarten days when his three tails served as my pillow, blanket, and his own resting place. My sleeping self often drenched his fur with saliva, transforming fluffy strands into flattened, saliva-scented patches. Though he claimed indifference now, he'd always meticulously cleansed and perfumed them afterward.

"Finish...quickly..." His vulpine eyes slid shut. "Concealing human essence...time-consuming..."

His words sent me scrambling toward the bathroom. This intricate ritual demanded perfection—first purging bodily wastes. Outdoor excretion risked exposure; though beasts couldn't identify human scent, the social horror alone warranted caution. My solution: empty thoroughly beforehand, limit outdoor hydration.

Next came layering scent-blocking cream—a meticulous human-style skincare routine requiring an hour. Had it not been for Xiao Fen's timely warning, I'd have missed the orientation. Thankfully, dorm bathrooms neutralized odors and sounds, sparing roommates from awkward auditory/olfactory encounters.

Emerging refreshed, I froze at the transformed scene.

Xiao Fen stood in human form, dawnlight sculpting his silhouette. Rose-quartz hair cascaded over white silk robes scattered with petal patterns. The loosely-tied garment revealed slender neck and pale collarbones, fabric whispering promises of slippage with slightest tug.

My pulse quickened. No longer a childhood companion but a full-grown fox spirit exuding dangerous allure—such beauty could ignite any supernatural being's desires. Suddenly I understood his need for guarded sleep.

He approached, silken hair brushing my cheek. Dangerous proximity! His willingness to share scent was protective trust, not...

I steadied my breathing.

*Sniff* His nose traced my neck. "Well?!" I tensed.

"Your essence lingers...stronger than necessary."

I chuckled nervously, grateful he never criticized my odor. His knuckle tapped my forehead. "Still laughing? Elite Eastern University beasts like Ming Jin could pierce your disguise at close range. Suspicion brings scrutiny - scrutiny brings exposure."

The memory of phantom winds slapping my rear resurfaced. "That sudden gust..."

"My doing." His wry smile confirmed. That gale had blasted my fresh camouflage spray directly into Ming Jin's face, overwhelming his senses.

"Remember," Xiao Fen grew stern, "Avoid all elite supernatural beings. Maintain two meters distance downwind when unavoidable."

Saluting sharply, I chirped: "Understood, Lord Yu Tu! This humble servant shall keep distant!"

Pink aura shimmered as his tails materialized, undulating hypnotically. My private visual feast began anew—watching Xiao Fen's transformations remained my exclusive privilege.