NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 42: Fox trouble

The sun was climbing lazily into the sky, casting golden light across the forest trail. Birds chirped, leaves rustled, and somewhere far off, a stream babbled like nature’s background music.

Allen walked in front, shirtless as usual, his gear slung over one shoulder and that cocky grin plastered on his face like he owned the woods. Fina trailed just behind him, tail swishing, arms crossed—but her pout from earlier had faded into a smug little smirk.

Rinni was bouncing along beside them, ears perked, eyes bright... and also deep in thought. Her nose wrinkled suddenly, and she looked down at herself with a confused frown.

"Wait..." she said, slowing down. "How am I clean?"

Allen glanced back. "Huh?"

"Last night," Rinni said, blinking. "I—I passed out on top of Fina. My whole body was covered in cum. Like... coated. My tail was a frosted mess. I fell asleep like a donut, Allen!"

Fina snorted.

Allen choked back a laugh.

"But now I’m..." Rinni twirled, inspecting herself. "Clean! No stickiness, no crusty butt fluff—what the hell?"

Fina rolled her eyes fondly. "Because I cleaned you up, dumbass."

Rinni blinked. "Wait, you—?"

Fina sighed dramatically. "Yeah. While you were snoring into my boobs like a passed-out drunk bunny, I wiped you down with water and some cleansing leaves I found near the cave. Even cleaned your tail."

Rinni’s jaw dropped. "Y-you cleaned my tail?"

"Yup," Fina said, totally casual. "Was not letting you walk around looking like a glazed pastry."

Rinni blushed, ears twitching furiously. "T-thank you..."

Fina gave her a sideways glance and smirked. "You’re welcome, cumslut."

Allen cackled. "Gods, you’re sweet."

Fina smirked. "I’m considerate. Big difference."

Rinni was still pink, fiddling with her hands. "I didn’t know you’d... do that."

Fina shrugged. "Someone’s gotta take care of the team’s designated cocksleeve."

Rinni squeaked and swatted her. "I am not—!"

"Weren’t saying that when Allen was shoving it down your throat this morning," Fina teased.

Rinni made a mortified little groan, covering her face.

Allen just kept grinning like the smug bastard he was. "Don’t worry, bunny. If you ever pass out in cum again, we’ll make a rotation chart for cleanup duty."

Fina gasped. "Hell no, I’m not touching your crusty nut-stains."

Rinni groaned louder. "Can we please just get to the fox tribe before you two turn me into a joke?"

"You’re not a joke," Allen said sweetly. "You’re the punchline."

Another squeak. Another swat. Another round of laughter.

And just like that, the three of them kept walking—down the winding forest trail toward the eastern mountains, where the scent of pine grew stronger and the breeze carried hints of smoke and strange herbs.

The fox tribe wasn’t far now.

New faces. New trouble. Maybe even new tail.

And probably, definitely, more sex.

The sun was lazily starting its descent by the time they were halfway through the mountain pass. The trees had changed—taller, darker, more twisted in shape—and the air had that crisp, earthy scent of a place untouched by too many outsiders.

Allen walked with his arms behind his head, cock lazily swinging because of course he wasn’t dressed properly. Rinni skipped next to him, humming, clearly proud of her "morning meal," while Fina had taken the lead with a look of mild annoyance on her face and absolutely no underwear under her feather skirt—again.

"So..." Allen drawled, glancing at Rinni. "About earlier."

She blinked up at him, still chipper. "Hmm?"

"You ever bite me like that again during a blowjob," he said flatly, "I’m gonna shove my balls down your throat next time."

Rinni squeaked. "I said I was sorry!"

Allen gave her a sideways look. "You tried to nibble the tip, Rinni. That’s not candy. That’s sensitive flesh."

"I panicked!" she huffed, puffing her cheeks. "It slipped!"

Allen snorted. "You’re lucky I didn’t nut out of pure self-defense."

Fina cackled from up ahead without turning around. "Your technique was kinda tragic, bunny."

Rinni groaned. "Okay, okay! I’m new at this!"

"Then listen," Allen said, sliding closer and whispering in her ear with that dangerously smooth voice. "You want to give a good blowjob? Eye contact. Use your tongue more. And if I say ’deeper,’ don’t just stare at it like it’s an unsolvable puzzle."

Rinni’s face burned.

"I-I was using my tongue..." she mumbled, flustered.

Allen smirked. "Then next time, swirl it under the tip. That’s the spot. And don’t forget the balls—those are friends, not decorations."

Rinni made a tiny dying sound.

Fina, meanwhile, just stretched her arms overhead, tail flicking lazily. "He gives great lessons. Shame you were too busy drooling."

"Shame you were too busy pouting to join," Allen fired back.

Fina rolled her eyes. "You said you’d wreck me later."

"And I will."

The banter continued until the trees thinned out and the mountain trail opened to a high ledge overlooking a cluster of beautiful wood-carved structures nestled in the valley below.

The fox tribe.

Tall gates made of bone and ivy. Red-and-white banners flapping in the wind. Guard towers. Torches. Fox-eared silhouettes pacing above, watching them approach.

They made it.

But the moment they stepped within shouting distance—

"HALT, OUTSIDER!"

Two foxkin guards leapt down from the outer wall, weapons drawn—curved blades that glinted dangerously. Their eyes locked on Allen with instant hostility.

"Human!" one of them snarled, pointing at him. "Why are you parading around with our women half-naked like this?!"

Allen blinked. "Wait, what?"

The second guard’s tail fluffed up. "You’re defiling them!"

Fina’s eyes narrowed. "We’ve always dressed like this—"

"He made you, didn’t he?!" one shouted. "You—human scum—you’re flaunting them like pets!"

Rinni clutched Allen’s arm. "Wh-what the hell is happening?!"

Allen raised both hands, deadpan. "Okay, okay, time out—first of all, I’m not parading anyone. They’re dressed how they want."

The guards clearly weren’t buying it.

Allen turned to his companions, incredulous. "You two said the fox tribe wasn’t racist."

Fina growled. "They’re not! This is—this is just—tribal pride or some shit—!"

Rinni looked horrified. "Oh gods—they think you’re like... some kind of creepy owner..."

Allen sighed deeply. "Fantastic. I get blueballed and canceled."

The guards started circling, suspicious and growling.

Allen didn’t reach for a weapon. Instead, he just muttered under his breath:

"Should’ve let Rinni choke on it. Died with dignity."