NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 43: Misunderstanding

"Move away from the human, now!"

The foxkin guards weren’t budging. In fact, they were bristling—ears pinned back, tails puffed like they’d stuck their butts in lightning sockets. Their hands were clenched on their weapons, and their eyes kept bouncing between Allen and the girls like he was a walking war crime.

Allen didn’t even flinch. He just stood there shirtless, cocky as always, arms folded, eyes narrowed. "Okay, so clearly we’re having a misunderstanding—"

"Silence!" barked the lead guard. "You’ve paraded our sisters around like whores. Look at them!"

One of the guards gestured furiously toward Fina, who—true to tradition—wore nothing but her twin feather skirt. Her breasts were bare, as always, soft and proud and just there, bouncing with every breath.

And Rinni?

Rinni was in the micro maid bikini. Tiny black straps. Shiny cloth that barely covered a damn thing. Cleavage out for days. A collar, thigh garters, a frilly headband—and a skirt so short it might’ve actually been a napkin.

Allen opened his mouth.

The second guard cut him off. "Only human nobles dress their slaves like this."

Allen made a sound like a dying duck. "WHAT?!"

"Your disguise is pointless," the first spat. "You think we don’t know what a noble’s breeding pet looks like?! That’s clearly a control outfit!"

Rinni turned bright red. "N-no, it’s just what I wear for—"

"Quiet, girl!" the second guard barked.

Fina snarled, stepping in front of Allen. "We chose to dress like this! He didn’t make us!"

They both spoke at once—firm, furious—but the guards weren’t listening. It was like logic just bounced off their skulls.

"Yeah," Allen muttered, hands still up. "Totally reasonable. Just attack the unarmed dude with the drip. That’s not profiling at all."

"Step aside," growled the guard, ignoring Fina and Rinni completely. "This is your last warning. We’ll deal with the human scum."

Rinni’s hands trembled as she grabbed Allen’s arm. "N-no! Don’t touch him!"

"Move. Now."

Fina’s fists clenched, her teeth bared. "You’re not laying a finger on him."

"Then you’re both traitors."

Allen exhaled slowly, fingers flexing.

The guards stepped forward.

"Alright," he muttered, gaze sharpening. "Guess we’re doing this the hard way."

Allen didn’t even get a second warning.

The foxkin guards moved as one—fast, sharp, trained. One of them pulled a tiny pouch from his belt, pinched some glittering purple dust between his fingers, and blew.

The powder sparkled in the air like magical glitter, rushing toward Allen’s face in a soft, sparkling cloud.

Allen recoiled, waving his hand. "The hell is this? Pixie glitter?"

As he said that he staggered.

"Wait—no, hold on. I don’t feel anyth—pfffhahaha!—oh my god, this is pathetic. What is this, sleeping powder? Do you guys actually think I’m gonna—"

THUMP.

He hit the dirt like a sack of cocky potatoes.

"Allen!" Rinni shrieked, lunging to his side.

Fina was right behind her, claws bared. "You sons of—!"

But the guards were already on them.

Quick as vipers, both foxkin struck—one blow to the side of Rinni’s neck, and another to Fina’s. A flash of pressure-point technique. It was clean. Cold. Almost surgical.

"Ngghh—!" Rinni whimpered as her eyes rolled back and she collapsed across Allen’s chest.

Fina snarled, staggered forward, and tried to swipe—but her limbs went weak and heavy.

"You... cowards..." she hissed, before dropping like a stone beside the others.

The clearing went still.

Three bodies on the ground. One unconscious human. Two limp beastkin girls. The only sounds were the distant rustle of trees and the crackling of torchlight at the fox gates.

The lead guard let out a breath. "Secure them."

His partner nodded grimly, stepping forward with shackles.

"Let’s see what our elder thinks of this human noble and his ’loyal pets.’"

Allen woke up with a groan, head pounding like he’d headbutted a drunk minotaur and lost. His back was on cold stone, wrists chained above him against the wall, and his legs splayed out like a ragdoll who just got absolutely wrecked in a bar brawl.

"Ugh... what hit me?" he muttered.

His vision was blurry at first, but as it sharpened, the first thing he saw was...

Boobs.

Not just any boobs. Massive, barely-contained-in-her-robe, gravity-defying melons swaying slightly as the woman leaned down, peering at him with sharp, glowing silver eyes. Her hair matched her eyes—long, silver, cascading down her back like moonlight poured into silk. She had ears like a fox’s and a big, fluffy tail that flicked behind her with quiet authority.

Allen blinked.

"...Am I dead?" he rasped. "Or is this just a really elaborate wet dream?"

The woman didn’t smile. She stared down at him with a mix of curiosity and disdain.

"Human," she said, voice low and melodic, but sharp like a blade. "You’re awake."

"Hard not to be with two tits that powerful staring me down," Allen muttered.

She raised a brow but didn’t respond to the quip. Instead, she folded her arms—pushing those ridiculous orbs together even more—and stepped back.

"I am Lady Nyra," she said coolly. "High Elder of the Eastern Foxkin. And you are the human who’s been corrupting beastkin girls with your strange... customs."

Allen sighed, dragging his head back against the stone wall.

"Okay, look—first of all, they weren’t corrupted. They were already freaky. I just helped them self-actualize."

Nyra’s eyes narrowed.

He grinned lazily. "Also, if you’re trying to intimidate me with the whole ’chained in a dungeon’ thing, it’s kinda turning me on. So maybe dial that back unless you want me to start moaning."

Her tail twitched.

She crouched down, suddenly close again, her face just inches from his, those silver eyes locked onto his.

"You’re very bold for someone who’s one word away from execution," she said softly.

Allen met her gaze, unblinking. "You’re very close for someone who keeps pretending she’s not looking at my dick."

Nyra’s eyes flicked down.

Just for a second.

Then she stood up and turned away.

"Keep talking, and I’ll have you muzzled."

Allen smirked, watching her ass sway beneath that fancy robe as she walked toward the cell door.

"Promise?" he called after her.

She paused at the door, her hand on the iron handle.

"I’ll be back once your companions awaken," she said. "Then we’ll see what kind of man you really are, Allen."

The door slammed shut behind her.

Allen sighed and slumped back against the wall. "...Well. She’s either gonna kill me or fuck me. Possibly both."