Chapter 118 The Fox’s Wedding ⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The bathroom echoed with wet, intimate sounds—not the shower’s hiss, but the soft, hungry press of my lips against Ichika’s, our tongues weaving in a slow, deepening dance. We’d kissed before, fleeting brushes of affection, but nothing like this raw, consuming tangle. Was it her natural talent, or the disciplined grace honed through years of ninja training? I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that Ichika kissed with devastating skill, taking the lead and leaving me reeling in her wake.
The heat of it surged through me, my body responding before my mind could catch up. My manhood stirred, hardening against the smooth plane of her belly. The sight was stark, almost brutal—the flushed, reddish length pressing into her pale skin, its tip reaching past her navel.
Ichika broke the kiss, her gaze drifting downward. A delighted smile curved her lips as she took in the evidence of my arousal.
”You’re excited because of me, degozaru na,” she murmured, her voice a playful lilt.
”You got me worked up before, too. Any man who doesn’t burn for a body like yours is either into flat chests, kids, or other guys.”
She was the perfect storm of mature curves and innate allure, a siren call that stoked the primal fire in my veins. A dark urge rose in me—to claim her, to dominate the woman before me, to lose myself in the savage impulse to devour. But I reined it in. Ichika carried scars from her past, a mild gynophobia born of trauma. To unleash my beast on her now, to ravage her without restraint, would be unforgivable.
Yes, the hunger to possess her body was real, an instinct as honest as breath. But stronger still was the wish to see her smile, to protect the joy in her eyes. That was the vow I made as I pulled her close, wrapping her in a gentle embrace.
”Master,” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin, “please, degozaru… take me.”
Switching to that formal plea mid-moment felt like a low blow, but it shattered my resolve all the same. To ease her pain, I wove threads of Sex Sorcery, preparing her body to welcome me without torment. I avoided twisting pain into pleasure outright—lest she awaken to some new addiction like Tatia—but I couldn’t let her first time be nothing but agony. This wasn’t about enslaving her mind; I tuned the magic carefully, dodging any dominance over her will.
Her heightened sensitivity showed immediately. Ichika’s breaths came ragged, her skin blooming with a rosy flush.
”Ichika,” I said softly, “you okay?”
She met my eyes with effort, nodding through the haze. Tears glistened in her gaze, and even that vulnerability stirred my desire anew. When I leaned in to kiss her, she met me eagerly, her tongue bold and insistent. The roof of her mouth, her tongue itself—every point of contact ignited her further, her body racing toward readiness.
Believing she was prepared enough, I guided her. “Ichika, lower yourself onto me. Take it at your pace.”
”Eh—ah… kyuun…”
Recognition dawned, and she let out her signature whimper. Straddling me like this, she was in control of the next step. Hesitantly, she guided my tip to her entrance, easing down—only to pull back at the sting of pain and unfamiliar pressure. She tried again and again, each attempt faltering, her hips rising in retreat.
Frustration welled up in her eyes, tears spilling over as she sniffled. “Master, I’m sorry… I’m such a useless fox…”
”You’re not useless,” I reassured her, stroking her hair as she clung to me, sobbing softly. “It’s okay to be scared. It’s natural.”
Her trembling vulnerability, the yielding softness of her body—it pushed my arousal to its peak, rational thought fraying at the edges. I was at my limit. “Ichika, I know it’s frightening, but let me take over.”
”Yes… I’m sorry, Master.”
My hands settled on her hips, steadying her as I aligned myself and pressed forward. Her body resisted instinctively, trying to flee the intrusion, but I held firm, parting her gently yet inexorably. A tearing sensation rippled through us both—a barrier giving way—as I sank to her depths. In that shock, her disguise faltered; her fur shifted from muted brown to its true golden hue, and nine tails unfurled behind her, no longer concealed. Youkai blood let her take me fully, but still, a trickle of blood mingled with her slick arousal at our joining.
”Ichika,” I whispered, my voice rough with possession, “now you’re mine.”
She shivered at the words, then glanced down to confirm our union.
”…Yes,” she breathed. “I’m yours, Master. Heart and body—use me as you wish.”
”Got it.”
An invitation like that demanded action. I claimed her lips again. Surprise widened her eyes for a heartbeat, but she melted into it, her tongue dancing with mine. We lingered there, gazes locked when we parted.
”Ichika, can you move?”
”Yes… the pain’s fading. I’m okay.”
I sensed the lie—the ache couldn’t vanish so quickly—but there was something else in her poise, a subtle eagerness. The subtle clench of her inner walls told me she craved more.
She began to move, awkward at first, lowering her hips to grind against me. Simple up-and-down gave way to fluid rolls, her body mapping every ridge of me while seeking her own pleasure. I sustained the Sex Sorcery, dulling pain and amplifying bliss. Emboldened, she accelerated, pushing me back until she rode atop in full cowgirl dominance. Her slender abdomen bulged faintly with my presence; she spread her legs wide in an M, flaunting our connection with a sultry smile. Her full breasts bounced wildly—I reached for them, teasing the peaks until she cried out in ecstasy. Her depths tightened like a vice, milking me with exquisite pressure. I’d grown accustomed to Ethelena’s legendary grip, but this? If it’d been my first, I’d have shattered instantly.
Ichika leaned down, cupping my face for another kiss. She adored them, it seemed. I matched her fervor, saliva trailing down our chins as her eyes glazed with rapture. Her hips and tongue moved in frantic unison, building to the inevitable.
”Kuh… Ichika, I’m—gonna come!”
”Yes… inside me… give me your child!!”
Her walls clamped down harder in response, and I thrust deep, releasing in powerful spurts. I’d promised to hold back until after the student council antics, but pleasure drowned all reason.
Accepting my seed, Ichika arched in climax, her body convulsing as her nine tails fully emerged. Strength fled her; she collapsed onto my chest, panting. I tilted her chin for a gentler kiss—no tongues, just soft suction. The bathroom filled with those tender sounds.
”…Didn’t you say we’d wait until Ethelena could have a kid?”
Clarity returned like a sage’s calm. Ichika’s eyes darted, evasive, as if hiding something. When she hesitated, I teased her clit and nipples, coaxing confession through waves of afterglow. Three minutes of playful torment, and she yielded.
”E-Ethelena-sama asked me to! She wanted me to bear a child first, to practice childcare a bit!”
”That girl… what the hell is she up to?”
It wasn’t whimsy. This was Ethelena’s way of easing Ichika’s lingering fears—from that battle with the angels, when she’d watched me teeter on death’s edge. Time had passed, but the trauma festered. Sex, a child—perhaps a push toward healing.
”A-Are you mad?”
”A little irritated, yeah. So you came to me because she told you to?”
”W-Well… my limit was a bit further off, actually.”
That same stillness lingered in the steam, thick and heavy, as Ichika’s words tumbled out in a breathless rush, her golden tails twitching with every syllable.
”I-I mean, my heat never used to hit this hard—not in this season, not ever. But then I met you, Master, and it slammed into me like a storm. I brewed secret tonics to keep it leashed, but lately even those barely dulled the ache. Being near you only fanned the flames higher, degozaru. I thought begging you to soothe it would be wrong—I’m here to serve, not burden the one I call lord. So I endured alone, night after night, until Ethelena-sama took pity and granted permission… or rather, charity. I should’ve refused, but my heart betrayed me. I leapt at the chance. And that old tale about the Julon bloodline—how their seed stirs lust in bathhouses—drove me to seduce you here. Only… I never imagined my body would crave your essence this fiercely. It all makes sense now: my nine-tailed ancestor must’ve surrendered the same way, reduced to a mating vixen. Part of me even fantasizes about becoming your devoted pet—naked at home, collared, utterly submissive. But then we couldn’t cook side by side, so scrap that. Still, I want to pledge everything… wait, what am I even saying, degozaru!?”
”If you truly want to show submission,” I teased, voice low, “wear a white juban to the bedroom and press three fingers to the floor.”
”Understood, degozaru, my lord… wait, that’s a wedding-night greeting, degozaru!”
A flicker of composure returned to her eyes, the frantic spill easing into something almost shy. So that’s how it was—Ichika’s heat had pushed her to the brink, too.
”But listening to Ethelena over the master you swear to serve?”
”Ah, well…”
Gently, I rolled us over, settling her beneath me on the cool tile. No complaints—this was punishment now.
”M-Master…?”
”Sorry, Ichika, but neglecting your lord like that earns a penalty, don’t you think?”
I hooked one leg over my shoulder in a Matsuba Kuzushi hold, pine needles splayed in defeat. Normal missionary would’ve crushed her tails, so this kept them free. We were still joined, my length hardening anew without need for magic, curving upward in eager defiance. I amplified her sensitivity with Sex Sorcery anyway—telling myself it was for the lesson, even if pain might twist into pleasure.
The first thrust jolted through her like lightning; she arched with a sharp cry, eyes flying wide, mouth working soundlessly. Sadism stirred in my chest at the sight. I drove forward again and again. Each impact drew a single, broken syllable from her lips. Instinct urged her to flee the overwhelming bliss, but my grip on her leg held her pinned.
I ground deep without withdrawing, stirring her depths until her moans turned fevered. Excitement boiled over; I accelerated, chasing release. It crashed quickly—I pinned my tip to her core and flooded her with seed. Ichika shattered in climax, body convulsing, back bowing as a gush of warm fluid sprayed across my skin. She voiced only dazed pleasure, unaware of the mess in her ecstasy.
Regret prickled as calm returned. I’d gone too far. Yet… why did she look so blissfully content?
”…I’m sorry, Master, degozaru.”
Back in the tub, Ichika leaned against me, apologies soft on her lips. Two peaks had left her legs useless; she could barely sit unaided. I’d washed her myself, supporting her into the water. Though, amid the care, I’d been cruel—fondling those lush breasts, meticulously cleaning where she’d squirted—until tears welled up again. Over the line, I knew. But damn if her crying wasn’t adorable. What did that say about me?
”You were meaner than usual, though,” she grumbled, pressing her towel-wrapped head to my chest, careful not to wet her hair. Resentment laced her tone, equal parts guilt for needing help and grudge for the paralysis.
”Sorry. Your reactions were too cute—I got carried away.”
Even now, the press of her soft curves tempted my fingers toward forbidden places. Desire whispered it wasn’t enough, but reason slammed the brakes; push further, and she’d hate me.
”Calling me cute makes me happy, degozaru. But I was a virgin—go easy next time.”
”I held back as much as I could.”
”Liar, degozaru?”
No, really. Without restraint, she’d be unconscious. Ethelena’s influence had supercharged my Sex Sorcery beyond the norm.
”Specifically?”
”I dialed the output lower than what I use on Ethelena. And… pulling others in feels weird, but Tatia got hooked on pleasure when I masked her pain—rewired her brain for it.”
”…So I nearly became a female who craves only your touch, degozaru?”
Probably not far off.
”Uu… my depths are tilled now, seeded into your personal field, degozaru.”
”If it was that bad—”
”Just teasing—don’t go gloomy on me, degozaru. Your child’s already taking root in my belly; no complaints now.”
”Wait… child?”
”My blood lets me sense it inside, degozaru. Your seed took firm hold—I’ve conceived.”
Instant confirmation? Conception detected mid-act? Normally, that took a month, minimum.
”The bump shows around three months, degozaru. Gender’s still unknown.”
She was serious. How to break this to Ethelena? I’d be dead—betrayal on this scale? Panic clawed; I wanted to vanish.
”By the way, Ethelena-sama already knew, degozaru.”
”Hold up?”
”Succubi sense compatibility, degozaru. She knew I’d bear your child for sure—that’s why she allowed it.”
”No way…”
No theft, yet my brain felt obliterated. Did Ethelena have a cuckold fetish?
”One more issue, degozaru.”
”…This’ll kill me, I can tell.”
”I’ll likely never bear another’s child, degozaru.”
”Seriously, let me die…”
What curse bound her to me alone? Even if she found another path, I’d chain her.
”It’s my bloodline’s curse, degozaru—so officially, don’t worry?”
”Officially?”
”On the surface, no responsibility needed, degozaru. But deep down… it thrills me, proof I’m yours. Prepare for a lifetime together, degozaru.”
”…Pretty composed about it.”
”Anyone else, and I’d sever my own head right here, degozaru.”
”Less pride, more iron resolve.”
Her speech stayed archaic, but the chill edge of her true voice cut through—no joke could mask that sincerity.
”Also, this monstrous size of yours, degozaru—even youkai struggle. My fox spirit blood, tied to a fertility deity, let me take it. A human? Their body would break, no exaggeration.”
”Yohira said something similar once.”
”Mu—before me, degozaru?”
”Yeah, the first time we—”
”…back before I stepped into the workshop, degozaru.”
Sharp as ever. Saved me the explanation.
”That’s when Yohira dubbed my manhood ‘Oni Kitchen Knife.’”
”Hmph. Your ferocious Shura Ichimonji could only be called madness, degozaru na.”
”You’re giving it another grandiose nickname…”
”Shura Ichimonji is a famed blade from fairy tales, degozaru. Forged by the ancient smith said to have armed the great Shuten Doji before he ascended to the heavens—the primal katana.”
”Never heard of it.”
Hearing a female Master’s name tossed around in pillow talk felt oddly unfair to her. We kept chatting idly, the steam wrapping us in lazy warmth, until I noticed Ichika’s skin glowing pink from the heat. She was on the verge of lightheadedness.
”Time to get out… Can you stand?”
”…Impossible, degozaru, Master.”
Her legs were still jelly. No choice—I scooped her into a princess carry and stepped from the bath. Ichika looped her arms around my neck to steady herself. While toweling her dry in the changing room, the plush give of her body stirred me again. But restraint won; another round now meant another bath later.
Carrying her out, we nearly collided with Ethelena.
”Tatara, why the princess carry for Iss-san?”
”First time left her legs useless, apparently.”
”…Tatara, are you getting better at this?”
”You’ve been my only partners alongside Tatia. You know my skills better than anyone, Ethelena.”
She fell into thought at my words, but Ichika needed rest first.
”Master… my room’s shared with Hinagiku. Being seen like this—”
”Ah, right.”
Her shy flush was adorable, but where to settle her?
”Use my room, then,” Ethelena offered.
Ichika’s gaze flicked to her.
”Is that okay, degozaru?”
”Yep. In exchange, I’ll bunk with Tatara. You need rest more than anything, Iss-san.”
”I’m indebted, degozaru.”
Ethelena led the way. I laid Ichika on the bed, but she tugged my sleeve gently.
”What is—”
I leaned in to hear, only for her lips to brush mine in a soft, five-second kiss.
”Good night, Tatara-sama.”
Whispered in her true voice, calling me by name instead of Master. This, I realized, was her married way of address—endearingly bashful.
”…Ethelena, mind if I add some decor?”
”Uh, sure.”
Her delayed response didn’t matter; I pulled our party’s plushies from Inventory, surrounding Ichika in a fluffy barricade.
”Kyuun!?”
”Nni!?”
Old squeaks of surprise from both—understandable with this many. Somehow the Golem leader emerged too, still clutching its doll. It approached Ichika quietly, stroking her belly with care. Did it… sense the life inside?
”This should chase away loneliness, right?”
”It’s more intimidating than comforting, degozaru!”
The Ethelena and Yohira dolls flanking her pillow exerted real pressure; Ichika looked mildly panicked. And why was my plush in her arms?
”…Tatara’s doll will pick up Iss-san’s scent before mine.”
”I’ll make you a new one soon, promise?”
”Deal.”
I soothed the pouting Ethelena and left her room. En route to mine, she spoke up.
”A few questions.”
”The Golem wouldn’t let go when I made it. That’s why the new Ethelena doll’s for display—”
”Sorry, that’s intriguing, but not it.”
She was hooked on the doll story?
”When I scanned Iss-san with succubus sight earlier, pregnancy signs glowed clear.”
”She told me herself—conceived.”
Instant conception detection, even pre-implantation? Succubus senses were wild.
”Muu… I wanted to bear Tatara’s first baby.”
”…Yeah, I’m the worst partner. Sorry.”
”…Haa, I approved it, so. And you can’t use contraception magic because I never taught you.”
Guilt stabbed as her shoulders slumped. I’d been swept up in the heat too—no excuses. What a scumbag.
”Student life sucks. Knight cadet drills end, then graduation thesis…”
”Your exploration course report’s done—just summarize the twentieth floor and lighter stuff.”
”True, but twenty floors of exploration notes are a pain. Tatara, write it for me?”
”No. I’ll tutor, but you do the work.”
She’d known refusal was coming; her mock pout lifted my sinking mood. These subtle cares were why I loved her.
”Ethelena, teach me contraception magic…”
”Nope. Learn that, and you’d target others—or worse, someone could nullify it and hunt you.”
What fears was she harboring? Did she suspect rivals?
”Lagging because of student status pisses me off.”
”Well—”
”Own your charm, Tatara. You ensnared me. I tolerate Iss-san, but against Thieving Cat #1 or #2? I’d risk expulsion to conceive first.”
”Why such terrifying resolve?”
Thieving Cats… Anna-chan and Nina-chan? What brewed in Ethelena’s mind about them?
”Also,”
”Also?”
”Thanks for the plushies—straightforward gratitude. Including Iss-san’s alongside Torakuma and Chi-chan scores big.”
”…You really like Ichika, huh?”
”Yeah. She respects me as first wife. And trusted me enough to ask help during her heat… Bearing Tatara’s child first is complicated, but I’ll be the reliable senior mom.”
Ichika’s favor ran high in Ethelena’s book, surprisingly.
”Hey, quick consult?”
”Tatara consulting me?”
Was it that rare? Felt frequent.
”Pregnancy will complicate Ichika’s daily life. Thinking support Golems for each party member—mid-Tatara specs for home and town. Thoughts?”
I’d brainstormed this post-conception announcement; details rough. Ethelena pondered, then nodded.
”I’m for it. Mid-Tatara help would ease everything.”
One yes. Yohira, Tatia, Ichika next—tomorrow.
”For Iss-san, surprise her with it pronto.”
”Without asking?”
”She’d refuse if consulted—too considerate.”
Made sense. Ichika would worry materials or burden. Mithril forging and Alchemist’s Egg posed no issue, but her sensitive nature meant showing through action was key.
”Alright. Early morning, craft Ichika’s Golem.”
”She’ll love it.”
Ethelena’s words sealed the plan. I’m such a pushover—anything she says, I fold. The moment we stepped into my room, I pulled her close and kissed her deep, guiding her to the bed and easing her down.
”…Didn’t you just spend noon with Chi-chan and then Iss-san?” Ethelena murmured, cheeks flushed, eyes already melting.
”Still not enough. Made me realize my best partner is you, after all.”
I freed my straining length from my pants—it stood at full attention, demanding her warmth.
”Can’t be helped, then,” she said with a playful lilt, parting her clothes and reaching for me. “Come here.”
Patience shattered. I gave in to instinct and lost myself in Ethelena.
Morning light filtered in; her sleeping face was the first thing I saw. I brushed her hair gently, then slipped from bed for a shower. Dahlia never came home—how deep had her experiments run? I rinsed away the night’s evidence, then summoned several mid- and mini-Tataras from Inventory. To the mid-Tatara without its Ethelena doll, I gave orders.
”I’m crafting Ichika’s Golem now. Handle breakfast prep—ingredients and tableware only. ‘Please.’”
”Ta—!”
It chirped happily and led the pack to the kitchen. I watched them go, then entered the workshop. From Inventory: one kilogram of mithril, three hundred grams of special scrap—the dross from forging Ichika’s ‘Peony.’ Material shed from her own weapon; perfect for her dedicated aide.
I heated the mithril, folding in the scrap. Normally I’d purge impurities, but this time I locked them in, weaving them with premium mithril. The resulting 1.3-kilogram ingot took shape under Crafting and Golem Crafting. What emerged was a chibi me… but customized: ninja garb, triangular ears atop the head, three whisker marks on each cheek, and a fluffy tail swaying from the waist.
Ichika-inspired, down to the last detail. Thank you, subconscious.
”…Where’d that image come from?”
”Ta—?”
The newborn Golem tilted its head. Of course it wouldn’t know.
”Your role: exclusive support for someone precious to me.”
”Ta—!”
”She’ll grow less mobile day by day. Assist her.”
”Ta—!”
”Good answer. I’m counting on you.”
”Ta—!!”
Fox-Tatara raised one hand in its signature salute. Reliable little guy.
I brought it to the kitchen. The mid-Tataras had prepped: shredded lettuce, paper-thin tomato slices, coppe buns, sausages simmering in a pot. Hot dogs—two per person. I slit the buns and hung them in the custom steamer; internal prongs toasted the cut faces while steaming the rest, yielding crisp insides and fluffy outsides. A burger-joint hack from my past life—parents raved about it. Kid-me ate them on the porch with them, breeze in our hair.
Next: finely diced onion, lightly squeezed, mixed with white-wine vinegar, salt, pepper, egg yolk, pinch of sugar. Quick pickle spread—cucumber would’ve been fresher, but this was my old friend’s obsessed recipe, adapted. Boiled sausages went into a shallow pan of water over heat; poach-sear to lock juices and add char without bursting skins. Plated.
Steamed buns out, assemble: spread, lettuce, tomato, sausage, more spread. Sauerkraut would’ve been ideal, but this worked. Multiples made, coffee brewed—carbonated drinks needed a magic infuser I hadn’t built yet. Coffee it was. I settled on the sofa.
”…Tatara-sama, I’m sorry I couldn’t help with breakfast.”
Ichika’s voice pulled me from reverie. Her gait was slightly off—lingering soreness. I patted my thigh.
”Come here.”
She approached hesitantly, lowering her head onto my lap. I stroked her hair, savoring the silk.
”You’re… not angry?”
”I pushed you too hard yesterday. First time’s effects linger, right?”
She nodded faintly.
”You gave me your virginity. I’ve no complaints.”
”…Was it really that special?”
”Men are simple. Being someone’s first is a big deal. And knowing you offered everything, that you’d give your life to me—I’m honored.”
Guys with little experience especially. My virgin-past-life bitterness confirmed it.
”I’d love if you leaned on me more, though.”
”Hehe… I already do, plenty, Tatara-sama.”
For someone life had taught to withhold affection, this was indulgence. Ethelena was right—I’d have to initiate.
”By the way… that puppet?”
”Forgot introductions. Go on, greet her.”
”Ta—!”
Fox-Tatara stood before Ichika and saluted. She stared, bewildered, as I explained.
”You’re pregnant. Made this Golem for daily support—home and town only.”
”Ta—!”
It piped up energetically. Ichika sat up, tentatively extending a hand. Fox-Tatara clasped it in both of its own.
”…Pleased to serve, degozaru.”
”Ta—!”
Her quiet words earned a delighted response.
”…So impregnating the foolish fox earns her a custom Golem?” Yohira asked over post-training breakfast. Fox-Tatara waited on the sofa with the mids, ready to spring if Ichika needed.
”Spot on.”
”Following Tatia… I keep getting left behind.”
”Sorry.”
”Status makes it inevitable. Forgive my grumbling.”
Her expression was complicated, but she welcomed the pregnancy. Big heart.
”…Foolish fox, you lay with Tatara-dono?”
”Yes, degozaru. Couldn’t withstand my first true heat. Got Ethelena-sama’s blessing, offered myself—and hit the mark.”
”…Congratulations.”
”Thank you, degozaru, Hinagiku.”
The old friends exchanged quiet words. Hinagiku-san skipped her usual food commentary—pregnancy news or tasteless meal?
”Full mobility loss hits after three months, apparently. She can still handle the cadet exercises.”
”I’ll skip explorations for safety, degozaru—but morning training’s still on.”
”Don’t push it, Ichika,” Yohira warned. “I’ll help however I can.”
”Thanks, degozaru, Yohira. But don’t fret too much.”
To Yohira, Ichika was big-sister material—she was clearly worried.
A thunderous crash shook the garden. The outer barrier shattered for an instant before knitting itself whole. We rushed outside.
Dahlia knelt in full gear, one knee down, three-point landing—exhaustion etched in the dark circles under her eyes.
”…Welcome back. Cutting it close?”
”Home, Master… this.”
She thrust a sheaf of papers at me without ceremony. A quick scan: field notes on the portable teleport gate and magic markers—usability, flaws, upgrades, requests.
”From the City Mayor. Sorry—sleep now.”
”Yeah, rest well…”
”Yes, my Master.”
She stifled a yawn, staggering to her room. She was running on fumes.
”Can’t handle this today—school…”
I flipped to the last page. ‘URGENT’ screamed in red ink. I sighed.
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*Tatara-Cornrem*
HP 800 | Mana 100
Power 100 | Phys Atk 30 | Phys Def 80 | Mag Atk 0 | Mag Def 80 | Speed 80 | Luck 10 | Move 4
*Special Abilities:* Ninjutsu | Concealment III | Stealth Step III | Crafting III | Mana Charge | HP Recovery V | Mana Recovery V | Skill Power Recovery V | *Conceptual Link: [Peony・Growth]*
Notes:
• Ichika – The fox girl. Kunoichi. Virgincest⚠️, becomes pregnant immediately.
• Yohira – Torakuma’s first name. Oni warrior.
• Hinagiku – A tengu woman as Ranka’s potential companion. She stays with Tatara’s group after travels. Joins household scenes only. Linked to Ranka by shared gluttony jokes. No direct tie to Tatara beyond cohabitation. Cheerful eater.
• Anna – Shy, warm-hearted female researcher in magical medicine. Gratefully benefits from Tatara’s hospitality and investment, indirectly aiding Rachel financially.
• Nina – A female companion who joins Ethelena in whispered remarks, questioning the Mayor’s personal life.
• Dahlia – The automaton.
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