Chapter 1: There is a beautiful woman on the bed

Suddenly, two white fox ears sprouted from the head of the beautiful woman, and behind her, nine white fox tails appeared, wrapping around her and enclosing her, leaving only her legs and head exposed

After touching for so long, I still do not know the girl's face. I slowly lift the corner of the blanket, wanting to see who the leading lady in my spring dream is.

Everyone knows that for a loser, if he finds himself in bed with a beautiful woman, there are only two possibilities: one is that he is fantasizing about having intercourse with those actresses from Japanese adult films while watching them, imagining their names just by looking at their lower bodies; the other is that he is dreaming

I was taken aback! Before I could react, I, dressed only in my boxers, had an intimate encounter with the ground. My height is a solid 1.85 meters, but I am relatively thin. Although I am not to the point of being skin and bones, I still belong to the category of the slender.

Just as I was about to move the girl's hand away, preparing to see what color the most mysterious wood ear was, the girl suddenly opened her eyes and, in a daze, said: "What are you doing?"

The word "beautiful" seems insufficient to describe the girl's appearance; I do not know what words to use to depict her features. She ...! ... is truly too beautiful!

At that moment, the girl spoke again: "Do you really not remember?"

Compared to the girl's face, I am now more curious about her figure. Humanity is always filled with curiosity about all things unknown, eager to know the answers

Although her eyes were closed, I was captivated by those closed eyes. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders; though somewhat disheveled, it added an extra touch of allure.

Before long, I found myself holding a massive lump of meat, no! To be precise, I was only holding half of it

The beautiful woman seemed genuinely unaware of me, and she nodded slightly, her big eyes blinking. In her incredibly pleasant voice, she said: "Do you remember the ancient book you brought back yesterday?"

The more I think about it, the less I understand. Although I wouldn't consider myself a model youth who helps elderly ladies cross the street, I am not a bad person! For instance, the last time I returned from school, I saw a pregnant woman and offered her my seat! Although my main intention was to admire her large breasts, I still did a good deed, didn't I

Just as I was enjoying myself immensely, a soft moan suddenly reached my ears

Thinking of this, I looked at the beautiful woman and said: "Remember, I also casually drew nine tails on it, what does that have to do with you?" I have had a hobby since childhood, which is to scribble and draw randomly in textbooks. This habit has not changed until now. When I first saw that fox without a tail, I was a bit restless and drew it on.

Thinking of this, my own hands began to wander once again over that graceful body

The girl, dressed in a white dress, squatted by the bed, looking at me with eyes full of confusion

The boss took out a worn book...! It should be said that it is an ancient book. He showed it to me, and I couldn't help but exclaim how impressive the predecessors were! The posture was simply stunning, though the drawing was a bit ugly.

"Are you referring to that terrible book that records the legend of the fox spirit?" As soon as she said this, I immediately thought of the terrible book titled "The Legend of the Fox Spirit" that I bought at the stall yesterday on my way home

The girl's voice was like a celestial melody, causing me to suppress all wicked thoughts, leaving me with an expression of embarrassment: "Um... this... I..." Just as I was about to say something, the girl on the bed suddenly widened her eyes and kicked me off the bed.

I consider that I have not done anything immoral throughout my life, except for the incident when I secretly watched the neighbor's young wife take a bath when I was twelve years old

"What... what exactly are you, and why are you in my house!" I sat on the bed wrapped in a blanket, my voice trembling, filled with fear. Just yesterday, I had read about the legends of the fox spirit, the most common of which tells of it imitating the cries of a baby to lure people in for a closer look, only to devour them.

As I completely lifted the quilt, a perfect body was presented before my eyes

If I usually heard this kind of sound, I would definitely be extremely happy, and perhaps I would even sneak off to the bathroom for a quick release, but now I won't, because this sound is that of the nine-tailed fox woman in my dream! No! Or perhaps everything that just happened was not a dream at all!

I had thought that, like the previous times, I would be unable to see the girl's face clearly, but the reality was unexpectedly different

When I woke up again, I found that I was lying on the bed instead of on the floor. I distinctly remembered that before I fainted, I was definitely lying on the ground. I smiled helplessly and said, "It seems that I was really dreaming..."

I stretched lazily, slowly opened my eyes, and instinctively reached for the clothes beside me. However, something was blocking them, and out of curiosity, I wanted to touch it to see what it was. The moment my hand made contact with that object, a jolt of electricity-like sensation froze me in place.

I was taken aback as soon as I heard it, did I bring her back? What on earth is this all about! When I returned yesterday, apart from a few worthless books from a stall, I didn't bring back a single living thing, so how could I have brought back a fox spirit!

Moreover, with just one stroke, it becomes nine lines, vividly lifelike. Although not professional, practice makes perfect, and the drawing can be considered quite presentable.

Delicate and smooth, full of elasticity, I swallowed, my hand trembling slightly, yet I still moved upward

Five... five hundred years! I never would have thought that this beautiful face, which looks like that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old, actually has a lifespan of five hundred years! No, it's more than five hundred years! Five hundred years is merely the duration she has been sealed within "The Legend of the Fox Fairy"!

Having realized that I was dreaming, I became somewhat bolder.

The girl's appearance is pure and lovely, yet she always gives me a sense of allure, drawing me in unconsciously

There is truly a stunning beauty lying naked on my bed

Speaking of buying that book, it was indeed a surprise. That day, I originally intended to purchase a few copies of "Liu Bei," but the shopkeeper said they were sold out. He then asked if I would like an ancient spring palace painting instead. With no other options, I decided to buy one.

I must be dreaming..." After saying this, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself a couple of times

Although it seems impossible for a loser to hook up with a beautiful woman, there might come a day when it proves useful, so one should still study hard. Who knows, when I brought it home and took a look, it had unexpectedly transformed into "The Legend of the Fox Fairy." I saved a week's worth of money only to buy such a worthless item. I really wanted to tear it apart, but since I had already paid for it, I patiently decided to take a look, and to my surprise, it turned out to be related to this beautiful woman

If I were to describe the girl in front of me, who is lying naked with an angelic face and a devilish figure, I would find that somewhat clichéd. The girl is lying on her side, her body curled up, and a touch of black amidst the white is perfectly obscured by her hand

There is another kind of high-level practitioner who transforms into a beautiful woman to seduce men, and then, at the moment when the man is infatuated, she digs out his liver and eats it! Thinking about how this girl was lying naked on my bed just now, isn't this just a temptation for me

The book contains only a few pages, documenting various introductions to fox spirits, such as how fox spirits harm people and the classification of their powers

"What bad luck, even a dream can..." Just as I was saying this, I suddenly froze. Isn't it true that one cannot feel pain while dreaming? The excruciating pain in my body seemed to be telling me that this was not a dream at all

At the moment of contact with the ground, a sharp pain made me scream, and at that moment, I thought to myself, I should really become a tenor; perhaps it would lead to a promising future

The shocking events did not end there; the girl sat up in bed, her face as red as a ripe apple, glaring at me with anger. I was about to open my mouth to explain something, but the scene that followed forced the words I wanted to say back down into my stomach.

The beautiful woman listened to me until I finished speaking, her face filled with excitement: "I am that fox, and you have drawn the tail for me, rescuing me!" As she spoke, the beautiful woman closed her eyes, appearing to be in great enjoyment: "Having been imprisoned for five hundred years, I, Su Meier, have finally descended to the human world once again"

Although the fox ears and tail are gone, the girl's presence proves that everything that just happened was not a dream, thus it can be said that this girl is a fox spirit

I have just woken up, the computer is not even turned on, and naturally, there are no topics for me to imagine. My hands must be free, so I must be dreaming, and it is a very beautiful dream! Realizing that I am dreaming, I let out a sigh of relief

"Unfortunately... this is just a dream..." I sighed helplessly.

Just as I finished my exclamation, a voice that sounded like heavenly music came from beside me: "What dream are you talking about?"

It has been a long time since I encountered such an exciting dream, and it is rare for me to experience it once. Therefore, I shall enjoy it thoroughly, lest I regret it after suddenly waking up later

"Wasn't it you who brought me back? Why are you asking me now?" The girl furrowed her brow and said to me with some confusion

"Monster... monster... monster..." I looked at everything before me, already so frightened that I could not speak, only feeling as if I could not catch my breath, experiencing a sense of cerebral hypoxia. Everything before me went dark, and I fainted.

Is it because my frequency of masturbation has increased recently, leading to a higher number of deceased descendants, that they have come to me? What the hell! What kind of joke is this? I refuse to believe that on such a large piece of land, I am the only loser engaging in masturbation!