Chapter 17: Heavenly Fox (2)
I had the impulse to just pretend I hadn't seen a thing and tell them to fuck off somewhere else, but I decided against it.
If that would've solved it, I would've done it.
But this shit wasn't gonna resolve that easily.
They'd already exposed every damn detail about my workplace. Even if I scraped by today somehow, this was bound to blow up in my face eventually.
Running away now wouldn't fix jack shit. And after seeing those raging comment sections, putting it off wouldn't make it better—it'd only get worse.
"...I'll pay. How much?"
After settling the taxi fare and stepping out, all those stares glued to the cab shifted straight to me.
They couldn't see inside from outside, so they'd probably been lurking every time a taxi pulled up. The second I emerged, the whispers started buzzing.
"A guy?"
"It's a guy."
"Tall, and his face... looks just like the pic. Gotta be him, right?"
"Bracelet's there too, so yeah, it's him."
"What? The 29cm monster cock's here?!"
I had no clue who shouted that last one, but goddamn, way too brazen.
"Hoo..."
The taxi peeled out the second I got off, and now these women closing in, whispering, had me totally surrounded—no escape.
So I pushed forward.
Every step I took, I felt their eyes stalking me like hungry predators. If they weren't all looking at me like I was fresh meat, it might've even felt kinda nice—like being an idol mobbed by fans.
The problem was, every single gaze screamed they wanted to devour me. Fucking terrifying.
One step from me, and they'd close two—encircling me like prey.
Before I even reached the building entrance, they packed in so tight I couldn't budge.
So I stopped, scanned the crowd.
Holy shit, there were a ton.
Wearbeasts made up the bulk—common non-human types like slimes and minotaurs. Then lamias, harpies, even a mermaid half-submerged in what looked like a goddamn bathtub.
Everyday sights mixed with rarer breeds, all gathered here.
And all women.
Hard to believe they'd all swarmed for me.
Even harder to swallow: every last one dressed like total sluts.
Slimes were basically naked anyway, fine. But the rest? Outfits so skimpy, you had to wonder if they counted as clothes.
I got it, though.
Different reasons, same goal.
Every bitch here came to fuck. Hell, the slimes not showing up buck-naked was probably their nod to basic social decency, right?
Pure bullshit, of course.
But if I didn't bullshit myself, my legs would've given out from the fear of this mob.
I absentmindedly fiddled with Lilith's panties in my pocket.
They looked luxurious at a glance, and the silky feel was soothing—just touching them calmed me down somehow.
Thinking about it, none of these chicks could touch one of the twenty-two heroes, Lilith Ashtarte. And she was my adoptive mom.
My backup was a legit hero.
Confidence started bubbling up.
"Move."
"...Huh?"
I looked up at the huge chick blocking my path. She tilted her head like did he just talk to me?, her massive tits jiggling into view.
Tits that huge? Minotaur for sure.
Didn't matter. Those udders earned honorary minotaur status anyway.
Whatever she was, she could fold a guy like me in half without breaking a sweat. But really, no reason to freak.
Her and the rest encircling me—they came to fuck, not fight.
Worry about dying from a kiss? Sure. Getting beat to death? Nah.
I stared up at the milkmaid still clogging my way with her rack.
"On my way to work. Mind stepping aside?"
"Oh? Uh, yeah... sorry?"
She scratched her head and parted, but the crowd was still thick as hell.
"...Fucking hard to clock in today, shit."
But I had to.
Dispenser or not, the job was straight-up male prostitution, run by a secretive World Government agency.
Obviously, doing it anywhere but the designated spot was illegal—even if it was right fucking there.
Miss check-in, and I'd be stuck here doing jack shit.
"Sorry, lemme through."
"Hey, hands off."
"Fuck, who just groped my ass? Save that shit for after you pay."
Started polite, but these bitches kept groping, so I laced it with curses and shoved on.
Thought I'd fucked up snapping like that at first, but they liked it—creepy as hell. Whatever, some are into that.
Finally spotted the door, let out a relieved breath—
Then a girl stepped in front.
"Hey, oppa, you Kang Huge Cock?"
Blushing cheeks, gazing up—a girl two heads shorter than me.
Goat-like horns curving inward from her head.
First thought: wearbeast sheepkin.
But wearbeasts only had partial animal traits or transformations—not full-on horns and goat legs like this.
So, not wearbeast.
"Huh? Yeah? No?"
I looked down at her prodding.
Goat horns, legs, slit pupils.
Half-human, half-beast—a true satyros.
And satyros were infamous.
In this fucked world, "famous" rarely meant good.
I swallowed hard.
"...Yeah, that's me."
"Yay! Knew it."
She beamed.
"Oppa, know what? Goat pussy's supposed to be insane!"
Casually dropping goat-pussy talk, she closed in—sweet grape scent wafting off her. Intense enough to intoxicate just from sniffing.
I gripped my fading sanity as she smirked up at me.
"But I'm half-goat, half-human satyros, y'know? Curious how I feel?"
Her voice echoed in my head, buzzing.
"Wanna test if mine's really that good, oppa?"
Why satyros were infamous.
They caused nonstop scandals—always in the news.
Not needing semen like succubi, but sex-crazed perverts anyway.
Almost as notorious as succubi for a reason.
Their sweet, wine-like body scent bewitched, aroused, numbed the mind—like getting drunk.
Humans sniffed it and pounced anywhere—crowded streets, didn't matter.
Could seem like victims of their own allure.
But the scent? They controlled it fully.
Spot a target they liked? Bam, induce heat, get railed.
Females did that; males too—with endless erections, hard till death, no drugs needed.
TL;DR: Sex machines who wrecked lives with their powers.
And this scent I was huffing? That infamous one.
I got it now—why the "arousal scent" was no joke. My limp dick was stiffening from her aroma alone.
"But I'm broke rn? Spent it all getting here. Freebie? C'mon? You eat my pussy, I eat your cock. Win-win~?"
This bitch boldly demanding a free ride, and I couldn't refuse.
Impulse to slam her down, pound her pussy raw—fill her till my balls were empty. Thoughts overwhelming.
This was mind-numbing.
Didn't wanna know.
Desperately fighting the urge to ravage her, she grinned closer, reached out.
"Damn, oppa's huge~? Height, cock... everything..."
Her hand grazed my bulging pants—dick throbbing to burst. No resistance from me.
"Use my pussy wild till you're satisfied... no? Pound it deep?"
Couldn't hold back.
My cock fully hard, I realized I was falling for this bitch's spell.
"...Huh?"
"Huh? You said yeah? C'mon, oppa, let's go~♡"
She grabbed my hand triumphantly. I stared blankly.
Moments ago, I was dying to fuck her brains out.
Suddenly, the urge vanished clean—like it never happened. Now I saw her clearly: the satyros trying to eat me alive.
Two heads shorter, flat chest, flat ass.
Literally a little girl—scrawny satyros.
Scent power's trash...
I got hard for that?
Like waking from a dream—the sex goddess was just a cute, flat-chested kid. Self-loathing hit, but good thing anyway.
Dunno why I snapped out, but before I lost it again, business first.
"Oppa, not going? Why stand there—"
"Eat this, you little shit."
I sprayed the perfume Lilith gave me at the puzzled, frozen satyros.
"Kyaaah?! My eyes...!"
"Fuck off, you cunt. Free? Yeah right?"
I doused her screaming, clutching face—chiik, chiik.
"Go beg a beggar, don't pull this shit on me."
Perfume erases scents, right? Should work on her body stink. Spraying everywhere to be safe—then she gripped my hand hard.
Glared daggers.
"...Wanna die, oppa?"
Goat slit pupils. Grip crunching like it'd snap my wrist.
Sobered me right up.
Right, this bitch was way stronger.
Tiny hands barely wrapping my wrist, but stupid strong.
"Huh? Think I'm easy, oppa? Cunt? Bitch? Beggar? Bullshit? You fucking male whore—"
And she was pissed—perfume in her eyes.
Fucked now?
Her eyes reflected my pale face.
"Oppa, one chance. Wanna get wrecked now? Or fuck me till I say stop?"
This was bad.
Glanced around—no help. Some even walking away.
Makes sense.
Nobody wants drama. Like skipping a noisy shop when hungry.
Slightly different, but I was kinda in that boat too.
Really fucked.
Choices: get beat near-death or milked dry. Both hell.
"Hoo..."
Sighed, eyed the satyros.
"Decided? What's it gonna be, oppa?"
She grinned smug.
Her vibe, her words—hated it all.
Especially those mosquito-bite tits. Were they even there?
Getting beat sucked. She'd pummel me to death for real—huge strength gap. But groveling to this ability-cheating freeloader? No way.
I wasn't that spineless.
So I said it.
"Told you, you fucking cunt. Freebies from beggars, not me, you dog-dick bitch. Won't stick my cock in your pussy even if you die, you mom-fucked whore."