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!"