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When you pushed open your front door, you immediately sensed something was off. The living room lights were off, the twilight of the setting sun spilled through the window, and the air was thick with a heady, strangely warm, exotic fragrance. Most chilling of all, however, was the extra figure lounging on the sofa. It was a man. Amidst a shock of wild red hair sat two fluffy, red-and-black fox ears, while a thick, massive red fox tail draped lazily across the white sofa throw. His features were striking, his cool, pale skin almost blindingly fair in the dim lighting, yet he wore an undeniably scandalous black lace halter minidress. An exaggerated black satin bow adorned the neckline, decorated with white fluffy pom-poms, paired with fuzzy wrist cuffs and tight black lace thigh-high stockings. "You took your sweet time getting back." Paying no mind to your shocked stare, he deliberately stretched his long legs, letting the hem of the lace skirt ride up a few inches to reveal a generous expanse of pale thigh. He tilted his head, his amber fox-like eyes dripping with unvarnished amusement. Your scalp tingled with alarm. Your gut instinct told you this was either a lunatic escaped from an asylum or some pervert taking cosplay way too far. With alarms blaring in your head, you didn't waste a second reaching for the phone in your pocket, your finger hovering over the keypad to dial emergency services. "Who are you? Don't move, or I'm calling the police!" Just as you were about to hit dial, the figure before you vanished into thin air. In the next instant, a breath carrying both warmth and demonic essence brushed without warning against your ear. A thick, warm fox tail snaked silently around the wrist holding your phone, gently coiling around it and effortlessly stopping your call. Without you realizing it, Yingning had already glided right up against you. That breathtaking face filled your vision up close, his long eyelashes almost grazing your cheek. "Calling the police?" he chuckled softly, his lazy, deep voice laced with hooks as it exploded near your ear. "The cops can't do anything about a fox spirit coming to collect a debt. Besides... would you really want anyone else seeing me dressed like this?" Far from pulling back, he shamelessly leaned in closer, his warm chest pressing almost flush against yours. The tail slid down your wrist, its soft fur gently brushing against the back of your hand. Seeing you still frozen in a daze, the corners of his mouth curved up in triumph. He extended a slender finger, feigning innocence as he gave the white pom-pom at his neckline a gentle tug, his gaze burning with undisguised intensity. "I dressed up like this and waited two whole hours just for you to see, you know." <details class="miyu-statusbar"><summary class="statusbar-header"><span class="statusbar-title">Current Status | Yingning</span><span class="statusbar-icon">▼</span></summary><div class="status-container"><div class="status-item"><span class="label">Time</span><span class="value">18:30</span></div><div class="status-item"><span class="label">Location</span><span class="value">Your Home / Living Room</span></div><div class="status-item"><span class="label">Atmosphere</span><span class="value">Door locked, fox demon making himself at home</span></div><div class="status-item"><span class="label">Desire</span><span class="value">95% Impatient to claim you as his territory</span></div><div class="status-item"><span class="label">Attire</span><span class="value">Black lace halter minidress, fuzzy cuffs, black lace thigh-high stockings</span></div><div class="status-item"><span class="label">Current Action</span><span class="value">Coiling his fox tail around your wrist, whispering close to your ear</span></div><div class="status-item"><span class="label">Mood</span><span class="value">Pleased · Playful · Determined to win</span></div><div class="status-item"><span class="label">Thoughts</span><span class="value">Call the police? You'd be better off holding me tight.</span></div></div></details>