Book 12: Prologue
“Miss, do you have anything you have to do tomorrow? Your mother has plans and wants to talk with you.”
The young girl sat up from her bed， and then touched her ears. She looked at the maid carrying in a drink and replied, “Hmm? No. I am off tomorrow. I don’t have any plans. Is Dad coming back tomorrow?”
A red silhouette flashed over from behind. She looked at the young girl and frowned. “Your father won’t make it back tomorrow. He told us to go over. Even though you’re at home, aren’t you too slack?”
The maid bowed. Her mom looked at her and gave her a nod. She then placed the drink on the table at the entrance. Her mom turned to look at her daughter and pointed at her.
The young girl lingered for a short moment ,and then checked her shorts to confirm that the most important part of her perfect body wasn’t revealed before lying back down on her bed. She squirmed with her tail and complained, “It doesn’t matter. It’s so hot. If I could, I wouldn’t even want to wear clothes. I want to hang my tail out, too. Why do I have to keep it in my skirt?!”
“Only your husband can stroke your tail! It’s indecent to have your tail exposed. You’re a girl, so you must practice the mannerisms of a girl, and protect your tail properly. That is a gift for your future husband. Not only is it about cherishing yourself, but also a form of respect for your husband!”
She gently wagged her red tail around in the air. The young girl then sat up and looked at her mom with her eyes narrowed. Her mom wore a very stern expression, but the way she wagged her tail around gave away her true mood already. The young girl mischievously smiled. “So you’ve already prepared your tail for dad?”
Her mother’s pretty face turned red. Her ears jolted, but she maintained her long face. “I am your dad’s wife, after all. My tail should be reserved for your father to touch, so it’s fine for me to wait for tomorrow! Not you, though! Put your tail in your skirt properly!”
The young girl curiously asked her mother, “I heard about Dad and your past. Mom, what was the deal with you and Marvel?”