Hawa! Welcome Home!

Kevin wasn’t sure what to expect upon returning home, but he imagined that having a wet, voluptuous, and naked fox woman running around the house while her maid tried to dry her off with a towel was all par for the course.

Camellia looked like what Kevin imagined Lilian and Iris would look like in a few decades. She was taller than both of them, and her breasts were several cup sizes larger. With hair the same color as Iris, and joyful eyes that were almost identical to Lilian’s, the woman before him defined beautiful. It was too bad she had the mind of a child.

Kevin then turned his eyes on the maid. Kirihime was Kotohime’s younger sister. Like her sister, she had black hair, but it was shorter and had a single antenna jutting from the top. While her body was not as voluptuous as her older sister’s, she still cut an attractive figure that few human women would ever be able to achieve. The oddest thing about her was the French maid outfit that she’d chosen as her standard attire.

“M-My Lady! Please come back and dry off! You’re going to catch a cold!”

“Hawa! Catch me if you can, Kirikiri!”

Bare as the day she’d been born, Camellia led Kirihime on a chase around the house. So much had happened that, even though Kevin had seen this so many times already, it felt like he hadn’t seen this in forever. He wondered if there was something wrong with him for the nostalgia that welled within his chest at the sight.

“Do you think we should let them know we’re here?” Iris asked no one in particular.

“There’s no need,” Lilian said, shaking her head.

“Why is that?” asked Kevin.

“Because Christine is about to explode.”

Indeed, Christine looked ready to burst a blood vessel or two. Her face had gone icy blue. Several veins throbbed on her forehead, pulsing like stars ready to go nova. Her fists were clenched, her teeth were grit, and her left eye had picked up an intense twitching.

Oh, boy. This looks like trouble.

“What the hell is going on here?!!” Christine’s rage-filled scream made Camellia and Kirihime stop in their tracks. The two turned to the group of onlookers. They were silent for a moment, as if they couldn’t quite decide whether he and the others were a mirage or not. However, as the seconds ticked by, Kirihime recovered with a start.

Offering the group a joyful smile, she bowed and said, “Lady Lilian, Lady Iris, Lord Kevin, it is a pleasure to see that you have returned safe and sound.”

“H-hawa!” Camellia spun around, changing direction and racing toward them with outstretched arms. “Hawa! It’s my daughters! Lilian! Iris! I’m so relieved to see you’re back!”

“M-My Lady, please don’t run, or you’ll--”

“Hawa!”

“Trip…”

Time seemed to slow down as Camellia, in her haste to hug her daughters, tripped over her own two feet. Lilian and Iris saw it coming and quickly moved out of the way. Kevin saw it as well, but because Christine was the one in Camellia’s line of fall, he had to spend precious extra seconds pushing her out of the way. The next thing he felt were a pair of naked breasts smashing into his face like the ultimate pillow fight.

N-not this time…

Despite not being able to breath, Kevin refused to remain as that cliche’d character who passed out from lack of oxygen. Gritting his teeth as he felt his torso bending backwards from Camellia’s weight and momentum, he wrapped his arms around her waist and clenched his buttox together, struggling to keep from falling.

“OOORRRYYYAAA!”

“HAWA!”

Kevin let out a massive grunt. Camellia squawked in surprise as Kevin returned to an upright position and set her down. He hadn’t been crushed underneath her weight or smothered by her titantic titties.

“Ha… ha…” With sweat dripping from his face and his breathing heavy, Kevin looked at Camellia, whose eyes had become wide and round. “Are you… okay?”

Camellia started. “H-hawa! I-I am fine, I think.” Checking herself over, the mother of two determined that she was fine. “Yep! Camellia is okay! Thank you, Kevin-kyun.”

Granting the woman at wan smile, he said, “You’re welcome.”

Unexpected clapping suddenly broke out, causing Kevin to turn his head. The clapping was coming from Lilian and Iris. Both of them appeared to be rather impressed. Kevin actually shivered when he saw the seductive gleam in Iris’ eyes, making him ever so glad that they’d decided to let Christine stay the night.

“Um, what’s the clapping for?” he asked.

“For breaking the trope, of course!” Lilian answered with the kind of cheer he expected from someone who’d just earned a Best Mangaka of the Year award.

“Um, what?”

“You put on an excellent showing, Stud,” Iris added, clearly ignoring his confusion. “Now you can say that you’ve officially cleared one more cliche. You’re well on your way to becoming a true harem king. Nom nom nom.”

“Stop with the harem king already!” Kevin cried out at the same time that Christine shouted, “Would somebody tell me what the hell is going on?!”

It was going to be a long night.