Chapter 4The Blessed Womb System

So, the fox ended up staying at Aethelgard.

Reluctantly.

It turned out Kaelan had experienced a mishap in his training, and an icy poison had invaded his body. Coincidentally, my sudden appearance and our... activities... seemed to have caused me to be afflicted by it too.

I was baffled. I thought it was an aphrodisiac. I didn't feel cold at all...

As for why those activities happened, Kaelan couldn't figure it out either. But we couldn't leave the matter unresolved, so I reluctantly agreed to stay and help him figure it out.

It's not like things could get any worse.

Pip, however, was screaming its digital head off.

"Host, this is fate! A match made in heaven!"

"Why do you think a Blessed Womb System was bound to you? Why did the famous Sword Saint have a mishap at that exact moment? Why did you run into each other while he was just clearing out some random demons? It's destiny, I tell you! Destiny!"

So loud. I think the system has gone insane.

I was given a place on Silvermoon Peak. Kaelan said it was quiet, but I wasn't so sure. The disciples of Aethelgard must have heard rumors, because they were constantly popping up to sneak a peek at me, their eyes gleaming with a thirst for gossip.

"The Master is hiding him here. Are they, like, mates?"

"He's so beautiful. I want a fox fey for a mate too."

"But Master Kaelan is on the Path of Detachment... He's not going to be a deadbeat dad, is he? If he is, I'll go comfort the little fox. Maybe he'll fall in love with me!"

"Shh, keep your voice down! You'll be in for it if the Master hears you."

"In for what?" Kaelan’s cold voice cut through the air.

The disciples' faces went sheet-white. They spun around, stammering greetings to Kaelan.

"My master wanted to check my homework, Master Kaelan, I have to go."

"I need to practice my sword forms, goodbye, Master!"

"My mandrakes... I think they're about to sprout. Can't leave them alone. Gotta go, Master!"

Their excuses were pathetic, but Kaelan just nodded without a word. Over the past few days, I’d realized that despite his chilling aura, he was actually quite easy to get along with.

With one exception.

In bed, he somehow became incredibly... fierce.

The third time the icy poison acted up, it seemed milder than before, so my mind was much clearer. Kaelan’s restrained expression, however, was driving me crazy. We foxes don't really do "restraint." So, I got bold. I licked him.

Things spiraled out of control.

And I ended up a blubbering mess again.

Pip, that shameless system, was providing a running commentary in my head.

"Relax, Host. Breathe."

"Sword Saint, an angle adjustment of 15 degrees is recommended for optimal ergonomics."

Me: "...#￥%&!"

I couldn't take it anymore. I begged Kaelan to slow down, but a wave of nausea hit me, and I retched right in front of him.

Instantly, the look in Kaelan’s eyes was one of profound hurt.

He was filled with self-doubt. "Am I... that bad?"

"No, it's not—blegh—"