Midori began to make a slow, explicit gesture with both hands—fingers forming a circle, then thrusting through it, her hips rolling for emphasis.
"We mean FUCK. Fuck all of these rare goddesses before you, right here. Right now. It's all of men's dreams, yes?"
Benjamin's jaw tightened. "I understood perfectly. And my answer is still no."
Akane's tail lashed immediately. "You dare refuse us, you lowborn peasant?"
All eight released a portion of their aura; subtle waves of pressure, sharp and oppressive, pressing against Benjamin's skin like invisible claws.
But he gradually glared at them from the corner of his eye, his expression calm but unexpectedly edged. "Oh…? You girls wanna go?"
He let his own aura flare, just a flicker, a brief pulse of blue-smoky light that rolled outward for three seconds before retracting.
The effect was immediate but resolute.
Every fox sister's hairs and furs stood on end.
Their ears flattened, their tails puffed, and their breaths caught.
Aoi stumbled back a step, trembling slightly. Midori's pipe nearly fell from her mouth. Even Kuro's expressionless face twitched from distress.
Only Sakura remained smiling, amused and intrigued by the entire thing. Like it was all some very interesting live play.
Gin wiped a bead of sweat from her cheek with trembling fingers. "Tsk. A… As expected of a god-touched."
Benjamin huffed, looking away, pout still on his face. Now cuter, compared to when he let his aura out.
"Then…" Midori recovered first, her voice low. "What would it take, then? For us to get you under our legs."
Benjamin met their eyes one by one. "First, apologize to the Amazons! For everything you just said. THEN we can talk about anything else."
The sisters exchanged glances; shocked glances, irritated glances, then reluctant-respect-glances.
They looked at Sakura, but her utter amusement was on display, so they didn't bother asking her anything.
After a long silence, Ayaka sighed dramatically.
Then all eight lowered themselves to the floor in perfect dogeza—foreheads touching tatami, tails flat.
"We apologize," they chorused, voices muffled against the mats. "We spoke ill of the Amazons without cause."
Benjamin blinked, startled. "You… y-you didn't have to do that. How desperate are you for sex?!"
But he accepted it anyway. "Okay. Apology accepted, I guess. And hey, if you want something from someone, ask nicely. Don't throw your weight around. The Amazons never forced me into anything. I helped them because I wanted to. Infact, they were terribly kind to me. Get it?"
The sisters lifted their heads slowly to him, their faces flushed with embarrassment and something a little bit like awe;
Ayaka biting her lips in awkwardness.
Yukari blushing and gritting her teeth.
Aoi's eyes sparkling, completely spellbound already from his confidence.
Ayane, pouting and looking away.
Sumire, with a guilty expression.
Kuro flushing a little on her cheeks.
Gin seriously considering what he just told them.
Midori, almost lost in her own world, drooling while gazing at Benjamin's crotch.
They all looked at each other again.
Then, as one, they dropped back into dogeza.
"Benjamin-sama, please fuck us with your divine cock!" they chorused.
"Ack! Wh-What are you saying?!" Benjamin's face went scarlet. "I-I-I-I-It's not divine or anything! And hey, you're too direct! Th-There are more discreet ways to ask, right…?! And 'sama?' you can just call me Ben, if you want."
Aoi stood up first.
She moved toward him with gradual, seductive steps, her blue tail swaying, her eyes half-lidded. "Like… this?"
She reached him, her small hands sliding up his chest, rising on tiptoes.
Then her lips met his; softly at first, then intensely hungry.
The kiss deepened quickly, their tongues brushing, her fangs grazing his lower lip in a gentle scrape that sent sparks down his spine.
Benjamin was initially startled, but he later leaned in, his hands instinctively finding her waist.
Pleasure began to surge just from the kiss; sharp and electric.
His fingers wandered upward, brushing the base of her ears, then stroking the soft blue fur along their length, then her fluffy tail. Aoi whimpered into his mouth, body trembling against him.
The System appeared in his mind cleanly:
[Partial Bond Established: Aoi (Blue Fox Sister) – Ear Stimulation]
[Affinity Increased: Minor sensory enhancement: Leviathan Lungs (Can Survive Without Oxygen for 24 Hours)]
Aoi's kimono loosened under his touch, Then the sash slipped free.
Her breasts—firm and petite—spilled out, the pale skin flushed pink at the tips. She gasped, breaking the kiss to press herself closer to him.
Her hands uncovered his clothes; his Elara-formed coat pulled open, and his shirt yanked off, leaving his chest completely bare.
Soon she dipped her head, her lips finding his nipple.
She sucked on it; using gentle and deliberate pulls that drew the small peak into her warm mouth.
Her tongue circled… flicked… then flattened, pressing hard on it. Her teeth grazed it gently, then a light bite that made Benjamin's back arch slightly.
Saliva glistened on his skin as she switched to the other side, sucking harder, hollowing her cheeks, the wet sound loud in the quiet room.
Pleasure began to shoot straight to his groin, sharp and unrelenting.
The other sisters watched, their mouths watering, tails twitching, and their breaths quickening.
Aoi eventually pulled back, her lips wet and her eyes dazed.
Then she turned her back to Benjamin, bending forward, her hands on her knees.
The kimono rode up, revealing no panties. Her love-mouth was bare, presented fully to Benjamin;
A little swollen and glistening, her lips parted and flushed dark pink—a thin string of arousal dripping slowly as her fingers travelled back to widen the wet cave for the incoming penetration.
She looked back over her shoulder, her gentle voice trembling with need.
"Fuck me here… Ben-sama."
"GULP!" Benjamin swallowed, then stepped forward, his hands on her hips.
She arched her back, guiding him too with her hand
Then he pressed in gently at first, the tip stretching her lower mouth, sliding into the wet heat. Before long, he thrusted fully, burying himself inside her with one smooth motion.
The sound was obscene; wet flesh meeting flesh, a deep, slick slap that echoed in the room.
Aoi cried out, high and sharp, her walls fluttering around him.
He pulled back, then drove in again, setting a steady rhythm. Each thrust produced a wet squelch, her juice coating him and dripping down his thighs.
Her moans grew louder; rapid, desperate whimpers that rose in pitch with every impact, mingling with the rhythmic smack of skin on skin.
Sakura watched from the side—seated on a cushion—her amber eyes slightly widened, her cheeks flushed pink, the fan forgotten on her lap.
Midori had already slipped a hand between her—