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I loudly protested with my fox cries against Mom, Dad, and Grandfather staying over, and chased them out. Deep night fell upon the cottage, now left with just the two of us.
To quickly pass the remaining three days of the genre change trial period, it was best to go to sleep soon.
When tension eases, fatigue naturally follows. Thesilid lay on the bed, his eyes drooping with drowsiness, which seemed to add a languid charm to his decadent beauty.
I alternated between looking at his chest, sides, and neck, and decided to burrow into his neck. I curled up tightly, as if coiling into a ball, and settled in.
He seemed very sleepy; even when I swished my tail to tickle his cheek and neck, he remained still. He just lifted one hand to stroke me.
His half-open eyes were unfocused. It seemed like he would fall…