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Chapter 418: Mementos Of The Past · Sep 29, 2026

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401 Chapter 401: Please Don’t Push Me Away 2026-09-29
402 Chapter 402: I’m Here To Stay 2026-09-29
403 Chapter 403 403: Seven-Tail Fox Fur Throne 2026-09-29
404 Chapter 404: Taking Back Time One Kiss At A Time 2026-09-29
405 Chapter 405: All You Need Is A Big Sister 2026-09-29
406 Chapter 406: Troublesome Family Relations 2026-09-29
407 Chapter 407: A Friendly Fox 2026-09-29
408 Chapter 408: I Am A Demi-Human! 2026-09-29
409 Chapter 409: Despair And Hope 2026-09-29
410 Chapter 410: Leave Me Behind! 2026-09-29
411 Chapter 411: What Do Those Lines Mean? 2026-09-29
412 Chapter 412: Monster Or Hunter? 2026-09-29
413 Chapter 413: I’ll Take On The World For You 2026-09-29
414 Chapter 414: Foolish Words 2026-09-29
415 Chapter 415: Irreversible Change 2026-09-29
416 Chapter 416: A Mountain Of Ground Meat 2026-09-29
417 Chapter 417: My Favourite Fox 2026-09-29
418 Chapter 418: Mementos Of The Past 2026-09-29
419 Chapter 419: Infinite Body Pillows 2026-09-29
420 Chapter 420: Truth Revealed 2026-09-29
421 Chapter 421: I Know You Like The Back Of My Hand 2026-09-29
422 Chapter 422: Making Amends 2026-09-29
423 Chapter 423: A Sex Doll? 2026-09-29
424 Chapter 424: Dildo Distribution 2026-09-29
425 Chapter 425: A Man Or A Brother? 2026-09-29
426 Chapter 426: A Whistle Is All You Need 2026-09-29
427 Chapter 427: Fox Training 2026-09-29
428 Chapter 428: Do Some Tricks For Me 2026-09-29
429 Chapter 429: Breathtaking Body 2026-09-29
430 Chapter 430: Are You A Cow Or A Fox? 2026-09-29
431 Chapter 431 431: Forbidden Pleasure 2026-09-29
432 Chapter 432 432: Convenient Big Sister 2026-09-29
433 Chapter 433: Peanut Butter And Jelly Hotdog 2026-09-29
434 Chapter 434: Gourmet Sausage 2026-09-29
435 Chapter 435: Peanut Butter And Jelly Cherries 2026-09-29
436 Chapter 436: Orbital Deepthroat Strike 2026-09-29
437 Chapter 437: Her Deepest Secret 2026-09-29
438 Chapter 438: Imperfections Make One Beautiful 2026-09-29
439 Chapter 439: Explosive Orgasm 2026-09-29
440 Chapter 440: Heartattack = Devestating Earthquake 2026-09-29
441 Chapter 441: It Was Just A Prank! 2026-09-29
442 Chapter 442: Childhood Home 2026-09-29
443 Chapter 443: Taking Advantage Of A Sleeping Fox 2026-09-29
444 Chapter 444: Apocalyptic Kiss 2026-09-29
445 Chapter 445: Historic Event 2026-09-29
446 Chapter 446: I’m Not A Admirer—I’m Family! 2026-09-29
447 Chapter 447: Her Rock, Her Pillar, Her Very Treasure 2026-09-29
448 Chapter 448: A God Who Can’t Even Put On A Tie 2026-09-29
449 Chapter 449: Who Needs A DJ Set, When You Have Breasts? 2026-09-29
450 Chapter 450: A Feast Fit For A King 2026-09-29

Chapter 418: Mementos Of The Past

Mika knew that Astrid was completely settled down and relaxed right now.

He could tell by her tails.

Normally, her seven tails were always floating in the air, held aloft with carefulness.

She never let them touch the ground or rest against anything—not because they were dirty, but because she was so protective of them.

They had to be perfect at all times, pristine and fluffy and absolutely flawless.

The only time they ever touched anything was when she slept, and even then, she had special blankets that enveloped each tail individually, protecting them from any possible blemish.

But right now?

Those tails weren’t floating.

They weren’t held aloft like wary snakes, ready to strike at any moment.

Instead, they were completely relaxed—draped over the sofa, spilling onto the floor, utterly limp and without tension.

They looked almost boneless, like they had given up all pretense of alertness.

Because Astrid was completely relaxed in his embrace.

No guard. No alertness. No walls.

Just her, purring softly against his chest like a content little fox in the arms of its master.

Mika smiled.

This was her heaven.

And he wasn’t about to disturb it. She deserved this peace.

After everything she had been through—after all the trauma and pain and loneliness—she deserved to feel safe. To feel loved.

To just be without having to protect herself.

He let her purr, let her tails rest, let her ears—normally perked and alert—flop down in complete relaxation.

She looked adorable.

Absolutely, completely adorable.

And then his gaze landed on something else.

Attached to her belt, nestled against her hip, was a small pouch.

It was old, clearly aged, but well-maintained. Pink in color, with cute little fox faces embroidered all over it.

A storage pouch, the kind used to hold items in a compressed spatial pocket.

Mika’s face broke into a warm smile the moment he recognized it.

He knew that pouch.

He remembered when she got it.

It was her birthday gift, many years ago—when she was just five years old.

Back when she had a hobby of collecting interesting rocks and shiny stones wherever she went.

She would fill her pockets with them, struggle to carry them, complain about how heavy they were—but she never stopped collecting.

Nadia had noticed.

And for her birthday, she had gifted Astrid this very pouch. So she could store all her precious rocks without having to carry them by hand.

Mika could still remember the look on Astrid’s face when she opened that gift.

The way her eyes had lit up.

The way she had thrown her arms around her mother without a second thought.

The way the entire family had clapped and laughed at how wholesome the moment was.

And she still had it.

After all these years. After everything that had happened between her and her mother.

She still carried that pouch with her.

It was such a small thing—but it spoke volumes.

After all, storage pouches like this were rare and expensive.

A normal person would never be able to afford one easily.

But Astrid? She was no normal person.

She was someone who could rule the world someday, whose potential was so vast she could theoretically create her own reality if she fully unlocked it.

To her, buying a thousand of these pouches would be trivial.

She could have upgraded to a better one long ago.

A more optimized one. One with more space, better features, newer technology.

But she hadn’t.

She still used this old, outdated, sentimental pouch.

The one her mother had given her.

The one that held memories of a time before everything went wrong.

Mika’s heart ached.

She still cared. Beneath all that cold armor, behind all those walls, she still loved her family.

She still treasured those memories. She just couldn’t show it—couldn’t risk being hurt again.

His eyes drifted around her office, and he noticed more.

There were no family photos on the walls—that would be too obvious, too vulnerable.

But there were other things.

On a shelf, a massive tusk from some ancient beast.

Mika remembered that day.

Astrid had found it sticking out of the ground when she was little and thought it was a rock—an amazing, incredible rock.

She had gotten so excited that she called the entire family to help her dig it out.

And they had come.

Every single one of them.

Beings who rivalled gods, who could move mountains with a thought, got down on their knees in the mud and dug with their hands like amateur archaeologists.

All because a little girl had found a rock She loved.

The memory made him smile and it wasn’t just that.

On her desk, there was a small nest. Completely out of place among the official documents and professional equipment.

Mika recognized it immediately—it was from the time Astrid had found abandoned eggs in the backyard.

She had refused to let them die, so with her mother’s help, she had incubated them, cared for them, raised the chicks until they hatched and grew into proper birds.

And when they finally flew away?

She had cried for hours. Nadia had held her, comforting her, telling her that this was what love meant—letting go when it was time.

The nest had been her keepsake.

And it still sat on her desk, all these years later.

Mika looked around and saw more.

A pressed flower from some family picnic.

A small carving one of her sisters had made for her.

A ribbon from a game they had all played together.

All of it.

All the memories.

All the love.

She had hidden them away, yes. She had built walls and put on a cold exterior and acted like she didn’t care about anyone.

But these mementos told the truth.

She still treasured her family.

She still loved them.

She was just too scared to show it.

Too scared of being hurt again.

Mika’s heart ached at the realization.

How pitiful. How sad. That this girl had to hide all of it behind layers of ice, just to survive.

He was about to say something comforting. About to pull her closer and whisper words of reassurance.

But then he noticed something.

Her pouch wasn’t fully closed.

It was slightly open, and from it, a piece of fabric was sticking out.

There was some sort of shape printed on it—vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t quite make it out.

Curious, and with Astrid still purring contentedly against his chest, he carefully reached over and began to pull the fabric out.

Just a little.

Just to see what it was.

The fabric kept coming.

And coming.

Until finally, the entire thing emerged—

He froze.

It was another body pillow.

Another pillowcase with his image on it.

He had thought—naively, perhaps—that the seven tails covered in his face were the extent of her collection. That after burning those, they would be done with this particular brand of insanity.

But no.

Apparently, there were more.

And this one?

This one was something else entirely.

The image on this pillowcase showed him with fox ears. And a fox tail. And he was posed in a playful, pawing position like a cute fox begging for treats—with a blushing, almost shy expression on his face.

Mika stared.

His own face, his real face went red.

Not from anger. From sheer, overwhelming secondhand embarrassment.

He couldn’t even imagine posing like that.

He couldn’t imagine anyone ever capturing such an image.

And yet here it was, printed on a pillowcase, carried around in Astrid’s storage pouch like it was a treasured keepsake.

He took a deep breath.

Then another.

Then, in the most controlled, polite, dangerously calm voice he could manage, he spoke.

”Astrid.”

She stirred slightly against him, still half-lost in her peaceful haze.

”Mmm?”

”Would you be kind enough to explain what exactly this is?”

He held up the pillowcase.

Astrid stirred against his chest, pulling away slightly with a confused expression.

”Huh? What are you talking about, Mik—”

She saw the pillow.

Her eyes turned into pins.

Her face went pale.

Then red.

Then pale again.

Panic followed immediately after.

”NO—! WAIT—! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT—”

She lunged for it, but Mika was faster. He pulled it away, holding it out of her reach.

”Astrid.”

”That’s mine! Give it back!”

”What is this?”

He shook the pillowcase slightly, his expression caught somewhere between exasperation and genuine bewilderment.

”I thought we already went through this. I thought the seven tails were the extent of your...collection. But clearly, I was wrong.”

He looked at the image again, wincing.

”And what even is this? Why am I in such a position? With fox ears? And a tail? This is—this is disgusting to look at!”

Astrid looked genuinely offended by that.

”What do you mean disgusting, Mika?”

Before he could stop her, she snatched the pillow back, hugged it to her chest protectively, and glared at him as if he had insulted an actual living being.

”It is not disgusting! It’s absolutely adorable!”

She held it up, pointing at the printed face.

”Look at you! With your fluffy little ears! And your fluffy little tail! And your face—” She traced the printed cheek lovingly. ”—you’re blushing!”

”You look so innocent and cute, like you don’t know what’s going to happen to you! I just want to eat you up, you’re so adorable!”

She glared at him.

”And don’t you dare call this disgusting! It has feelings, you know!”

Mika stared at her like he was looking at a mental patient.

”You’re defending the feelings of a body pillow.”

”IT’S NOT JUST A BODY PILLOW! IT’S YOU! FOX YOU! THE CUTEST VERSION OF YOU!”

Mika opened his mouth.

But nothing came out.

He was too overwhelmed by the sheer absurdity of the situation.

Finally, he shook his head and took a deep breath.

”So.” He said slowly. ”You’re telling me that this is the only other one? No more hidden pillows?”

Astrid’s guilty look returned immediately.

She looked away.

”O-Of course. There are no others. Just this one.”

Mika stared at her.

”Astrid.”

”Mmm?”

”Look at me when you say that.”

She didn’t look at him.

Mika sighed.

Without another word, he reached forward and grabbed the storage pouch from her belt.

Astrid’s eyes went wide with horror.

”MIKA, NO—”

Seeing Mika going for her collection, she panicked and immediately grabbed for her pouch, pulling it away from him.

”No, Mika! You can’t have it! This is mine!”

Mika stretched out his hand, trying to reach for it.

”Just give it to me, Astrid. Let me have a look.”

She clutched it protectively to her chest.

”Mika! Have some courtesy! You’re trying to invade your big sister’s private space! This is not something you’re allowed to do!”

He rolled his eyes, still reaching.

”Don’t talk to me about invasion of privacy. In the past, you used to go through my cupboard whenever you felt like it. You treated it like your own personal storage.”

”So don’t give me that speech now.”

She gasped, offended.

”That was different! I was just inspecting! Making sure you didn’t put anything harmful in there!”

”What you’re doing right now is going through your sister’s most sensitive possessions! You can’t do this!”

Mika’s expression shifted to something more determined.

”You say sensitive possessions, but it’s probably just more pictures of me inside there. And as the one whose identity is being used without permission, I think I have a right to see what’s inside.”

He lunged for the pouch again.

She pulled it back just in time.

They struggled for a moment, neither gaining ground, until Mika realized this wasn’t working. He needed a different approach.

His eyes flicked to her fourth tail.

Astrid saw the look and immediately knew what he was planning.

”No, Mika, NO—”

She tried to pull her tail away, but she was too slow.

Mika’s hand shot out and grabbed it and rubbed it softly.

The effect was instantaneous.

Astrid’s face flushed crimson. Her entire body went weak, limbs losing all strength as that sensitive spot sent waves of sensation through her.

She let out a small, helpless squeak and slumped forward, completely incapacitated.

In that moment, Mika released her tail, grabbed the pouch from her limp hands, and swiftly moved from her lap to the other side of the sofa.

Astrid recovered quickly, her face still burning, and lunged after him.

”Mika! Give that back! You can’t look inside! Those are my private things!”

She tried to grab it, but he held it away.

”Please, Mika! There are—there are pads in there! And stuff I need for—for certain times! And underwear! You can’t look at a girl’s underwear!”

Mika scoffed, pushing her gently away as she tried to grab the pouch.

”Astrid, I’ve already seen everything of yours. There’s nothing left to hide. I don’t care about any of that.”

She tried again, tears forming in her eyes.

”Please, Mika, you really can’t see what’s inside!”

But Mika was done playing.

He wrapped his arm around her neck—not a chokehold, but an intimate, loving embrace that pinned her against him.

No matter how much she struggled, he didn’t let go.

Finally, realizing she couldn’t escape, she relented.

She rested against him, his arm around her, and looked up with pleading eyes.

”Please, Mika. Please just let your big sister have this moment. I won’t ask for anything else. Just right now—please don’t look inside.”

Mika shook his head with a smile.

”Sorry, Astrid. If you had acted cool about it—if you had pretended not to care—I probably would have let it go.”

”But after seeing how much you’re reacting?” He chuckled. ”Now I definitely have to see what’s inside.”

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

”Take that as compensation for invading your privacy. And an apology.”

Astrid’s face went red.

Before she could respond, Mika opened the pouch and peered inside.

”Now.” He said with anticipation. ”Let’s see what exactly you’ve been hiding.”

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