Vol 1 Chapter 7 – Will You Do It Again?【Vol 1: Fox-Eared Older Sister – Milfy Arc】

If I could talk to yesterday’s self, and told him, “Tomorrow morning, you’ll wake up in the same bed as the top-ranked adventurer Milfy”—he would’ve laughed right in my face.

And yet, here we are. This is reality.

Morning light streamed through the windows. I woke up naked. Beside me, Milfy lay wrapped in sheets, breathing softly in her sleep. Needless to say, there was nothing underneath.

The moment I remembered last night, my face went red.

(There’s no way… I really actually…)

That first night was an incredible experience. We spent the night together—or rather, “consumed” might be the more accurate word. Either way, I’ll never forget that night as long as I live.

I watched her sleep. Her golden hair glimmered in the morning sun, and her fox ears twitched. Her sleeping face was so peaceful, I could almost believe last night’s sensuality had been a dream.

Eventually, her red eyes opened slowly. Milfy pushed herself up and gazed at my face blearily.

“Um… g-good morning…”

“…”

“S-so, last night…”

I didn’t know what to say, and my words got stuck.

Then—without warning, tears spilled from Milfy’s eyes.

“I’m sorry!”

“Huh!?”

I yelped in shock, my voice cracking. Milfy hugged the sheets to her chest and bowed her head deeply.

“I… last night I lost myself and attacked you… I’m so, so sorry…!”

She covered her face, shoulders shaking as she apologized again and again.

“That must have been scary, I must have hurt you… I’m sorry, I won’t come near you again… just forget about yesterday…!”

The woman who’d been so aggressive last night now wept like a small child. All I could do was stand there in shock.

(Does she remember what happened when she was aroused…?)

That’s why her shock now, with her reason returned, must be beyond measure.

I took a breath and mustered my courage to speak.

“Um, Milfy…?”

“H-huh…?”

“Your stomach… look at it.”

“M-my stomach…?”

Still tearful, she pulled back the sheets and peered at her belly. Then she let out a small sound.

“The mark… it’s fading…”

That’s right. I’d noticed during last night’s activities. Each time I channeled magic into her, the curse mark grew slightly paler. Since Milfy wouldn’t stop—not once, not twice, over twenty times—I was completely drained. But thanks to that, by the end, it had faded to about half its original intensity.

“The curse-breaking is working?”

“Yes. If we keep going, it’ll definitely disappear.”

“Keep going, you mean…?”

“A-ah, that’s… n-no wait!”

I frantically waved both hands. This sounded like I was saying “I want to do more.”

Seeing me panic, Milfy tilted her head slightly, her eyes still wet with tears.

“…Will you do it again?”

“Y-yes. If I can help.”

“Even though I’m such a pervert…?”

A pervert…?

“I promised to help you. Please let me keep assisting until the curse is broken. …Um, though maybe not back-to-back like last night.”

After I said that, Milfy’s face relaxed into a smile, and more tears rolled down her cheeks.

“…Thank you, Theo.”

Something warm bloomed in my chest. This legendary figure, this person who seemed so far above me, was asking for my help. And I could actually provide it. Even if just barely, I felt a spark of confidence ignite inside me.

Still half-hiding behind the sheets, Milfy looked up at me hesitantly.

“So… when do we do it next?”

“Huh? N-next time?”

“Yeah…”

Her eyes were bashful but hopeful at the same time.

My throat bobbed hard.

(I’ve got to build up my stamina…!)

And so—my indecent curse-breaking life with Milfy began.

Vol 1 Chapter 8 – Want to Live Together for a While?【Vol 1: Fox-Eared Older Sister – Milfy Arc】

And that’s how my cohabitation with Milfy started.

The arousal seemed to happen mostly at night, so we could sync the treatment to that time. I’d said, “I’ll just come over at night,” but when I mentioned my place was at the edge of town and pretty far away, Milfy casually suggested:

“Then why don’t we just live together for a while?”

An outrageous proposal. Living under the same roof as a man—what was she thinking? …Wait, actually, hadn’t ‘something’ already happened between us? But that was treatment. There’s nothing wrong with that. It was legitimate treatment, so—

“Why are you muttering to yourself?”

“Eep!? I-it’s nothing!”

Her voice startled me so badly I jumped. Seeing my obviously suspicious behavior, Milfy laughed softly and tilted her head. “You’re weird.”

Is she an angel?

“Whoa, Theo, this looks so good! Really amazing!”

“I-is it? It’s just regular food.”

In the borrowed kitchen, I’d made lunch for two. Fresh-baked white bread with chicken and vegetables slow-cooked into a stew. Alongside it, a simple salad I’d thrown together.

“No, it looks really good. I’ve never had such a fancy meal at home before.”

“Come on, you’re exaggerating.”

I set out the plates and we sat down together. Across from me was Milfy’s gentle smile. Her gaze was calm, slightly drooping at the corners, with that small mole beneath her right eye. Her large fox ears twitched happily.

My chest felt warm.

(I’m eating across from Milfy… the real Milfy…!)

Yesterday, when I got kicked out of the party, I felt like I’d fallen into hell. Now it felt like heaven. Life really is unpredictable.

“Mm, delicious! This is really delicious, Theo!”

“R-really? I’m glad…”

“You’re amazing. I really admire you.”

“N-no, that’s…”

Being stared at so directly and complimented made my face burn.

“Do you live alone, Theo?”

“Yes. My hometown is Tsvaru Village. I came to the capital to join the guild.”

“I see. No wonder you’re so together. Me? I burn everything I make to charcoal. That breakfast earlier must have been disappointing, right?”

“Hahaha…”

I could only give an awkward laugh. That morning, Milfy had tried to make me breakfast because she felt bad about being helped. But what came out was… beautifully charred bread. Not just crispy from her fire magic—completely blackened. It didn’t look like food at all.

According to her, she struggled with fine control over cooking heat.

The way she drooped her tail saying, “I was trying to make a good impression…” was incredibly rare. I wasn’t disappointed—I felt like I’d gotten a treasure.

“I’m terrible at housework in general.”

“But your room is really clean, Milfy.”

There were lots of cute decorations and ornaments, yet everything was organized neatly and placed with care.

“I like cleaning. When my room’s tidy, my mind feels clear.”

“Ah, I get that. Housework has things you’re good at and things you’re not.”

“Right?”

“I’m terrible at organizing. I just leave things wherever I take them out.”

“Really? Then maybe if we lived together, we could make up for each other’s weak points. That might work out perfectly.”

At those words, my heart jumped even harder.

Of course, I knew Milfy didn’t mean anything deep by it. She was just speaking casually. Still, I couldn’t help but read into it. Just having a normal conversation with her made me happy, and—

“Thanks for the meal. It was really delicious.”

“N-no problem. Um, let me clean up—”

“No, I’ll do the dishes. Come here for a second?”

Milfy stood up and settled onto the bed.

“Huh? W-we’re doing treatment already…?”

“N-no, silly! Just come here.♪”

She smiled brightly and patted her lap.

“I’ll give you a lap pillow as thanks for the meal.”

“Wh-what…?”

Is this… heaven? Is this actually heaven?