I got dumped.
That's right, on the valentine's day my girlfriend Natasha dumped me for the rich guy her parents chose.
Well my life sucked anyways, and now it sucked even more. I checked the beer bottle but it was already out, then I checked my bank account only to see 1.43$. I looked at the sky, pointing at the full moon then shouted. "I Adrian Chase has officially became broke"
I slumped back against the cracked brick wall outside my apartment, letting the bitter wind slap my face. The neon lights from the corner convenience store flickered like they were mocking me. Natasha… yeah, she probably already had her new boyfriend taking her out to some fancy dinner while I was here, contemplating how sad a life could get.
I kicked a stray soda can. "Fantastic," I muttered. "Broke, alone, and dumped by the only girl I liked… Thanks, universe. Real nice."
I jumped across the road only to fell down, when I tried to stand up I was greeted by a blind light and a loud honk.
I didn't even get the chance to scream.
When I opened my eyes again, i was lying under a tree.
I groaned and sat up, rubbing my head. The air smelled… weird. Not the usual city-stench-of-garbage-and-bus-exhaust kind of weird, more like… flowers? And something I couldn't quite place.
I looked around. Trees. Grass. A freaking forest. The traffic lights were gone, even the annoying honks of the vehicles replaced by cicadas.
I blinked. Slowly. Maybe I was dreaming. Or dying. Or maybe the universe had a sick sense of humor.
"Okay… Adrian," I muttered to myself, "you are officially… not in Washington anymore. Or, uh… whatever city this is supposed to be."
I patted my pockets. Phone. Still there. Glorious. My lifeline to the civilization, my… well, at least something familiar.
I pulled it out. The screen lit up on its own. That was… new. A notification popped up:
•[New Function Activated: Object Analysis & Info Display. Take a picture of anything to learn its details]•
I stared at it. Blinked. Picked up a stick and pointed the camera at it. Click. The information appeared neatly organized on my screen—clean fonts, proper alignment, like something straight out of a video game interface.
•[Item: Wooden Stick]•
Material: Oak
Hardness: Medium
Length: 32 cm.
"What the actual hell?" I whispered. I aimed it at the grass. Click.
•[Object: Meadow Grass]•
Species: Common Field Grass
Growth Rate: Fast.
"Well, that's… useless."
As I was messing around, a new notification blinked on the screen, flashing insistently. I frowned and tapped it.
The screen changed. All the apps I'd installed were gone. Completely wiped. In their place were new ones—most of them greyed out with little lock icons over them.
"…Okay, that's not ominous at all," I muttered, scrolling around. Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the video folder.
Empty.
My heart sank. "No… no, no, no…" I scrolled desperately. Nothing. My prized collection—gone. Years of… research… deleted without mercy.
"Not my holy archive!" I shouted at the trees.
Somewhere in the distance, a bird flew off in panic.
I sighed, defeated. "Great. First my girlfriend, now my only form of happiness. What's next, my sanity?"
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught something moving behind the trees. Something… humanoid.
I swallowed. "Okay, Adrian, let's… be polite. Maybe they're friendly. Or maybe they want to eat me. Either way, I guess you don't have a choice."
My hopeless luck just got upgraded to another world chaos, and I had a feeling my Valentine's Day was about to get way worse.
I squinted through the trees, heart thumping. Whatever it was… it was definitely humanoid. And… well, humanoid with some serious curves. Like, "someone put a NSFW filter on real life" curves.
She stepped into the clearing. Fiery orange hair, fox ears twitching, and a tail swishing behind her. My brain immediately short-circuited.
Her eyes—wide, emerald-green—flicked toward me. She froze for a second, clearly surprised. "A-a… h-human?" she stammered, her voice soft, almost trembling.
My phone buzzed. I looked down.
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•[Entity Detected: Female Foxkin]•
Age: 35
Bust: 106 cm
Personality: Shy
Special Traits: Klutz
Danger Level: Moderate
___
"…Ohhh no," I whispered. My throat went dry. "Congratulations, Adrian. You just found a klutzy, shy Milf fox… and she knows you exist."
She blinked at me again, looking like she wasn't sure whether to run or faint. Then, without another word, she turned—and bolted.
"Wait! H-Hey, stop!" I yelled, panicking. "I-I just need directions! Please! Tell me where the village is!"
Her speed… holy shit. It was ridiculous. Her tail and ears bounced with each leap, and I was flat-out struggling to keep up. Every few seconds, my phone buzzed like a warning siren:
•[Warning: Extreme exertion — stamina decreasing rapidly]•
"C'mon! Slow down! Please!" I yelled, nearly tripping over roots.
She didn't answer. She didn't even glance back—she just kept running. My lungs burned, my legs felt like spaghetti, and I wondered if she was part cheetah.
Then, her own klutziness betrayed her. She tripped over a tree root, flailing forward before landing hard on the forest floor. Her skirt flipped up just enough… and my eyes widened.
"…Ohhh…" I whispered, my face heating up. There it was. A plump, fox-Milf ass, stretched under the fabric of her skirt. My brain refused to cooperate.
She groaned softly and scrambled to sit up, tail tucked between her legs, looking mortified. I swallowed hard. "Uh… I—uh… sorry, I didn't mean to—"
She stayed silent, still blushing, and I realized… she wasn't planning to explain anything. She just… ran.
I groaned and ran after her again, yelling, "Stop! Please! I just need the village! You don't have to—ahhh—ignore me!"
But every time I got close, she darted off again, like the forest itself was helping her escape. And with every stumble she made, my brain got more… distracted.
"…Valentine's Day, you absolute bastard," I muttered, clutching my chest. "First, I get dumped… now, I'm chasing a horny, flustered, clumsy fox Milf through the forest while nearly dying."