Heat-Period Fox vs. Tentacle-Obsessed Mudang

Of all the worst-case scenarios imaginable, the one silver lining was that the tentacles the insane Mudang had summoned were approaching me at a truly glacial pace.

Did she already consider me a catch in the bag?

The tentacles spread through every corner of my room, finishing their preparations so they could strike at any moment—and thanks to that leisurely setup, I managed to fire off a three-character text to my friend.

Three characters that conveyed the urgency of the situation better than anything else.

The second he saw it, he'd come running.

A little calmer now that the message had gone through, I tossed a question at the crazy Mudang to buy myself some time.

"By the way, who the hell even are you, trying to violate me? Fuck, at least let me know your identity before I go down."

"Hmm, who could I be? If I had to give you one hint… I'm abnormally obsessed with tentacles?"

"…I don't know anyone who's into tentacles. Unless it's a few of my deranged viewers—ah, damn it."

Right. A viewer.

This suspiciously tentacle-obsessed lunatic of a Mudang was a viewer of my art stream.

"Your mother."

"My mom's been dead a while."

"Your father."

"Dad's dead too."

"You fucking bitch."

"How does a woman have a dick—ah! Since she uses tentacles, maybe I can say she's packing?"

Confirmed. You really are one of my viewers.

"I'll draw you one tentacle porn piece that gets you off. How about you back off after that?"

"Nah, I'm good. If I kidnap and lock you up for myself, I can get tentacle porn that gets me off every single day, right?"

"I have an incurable disease where I can't draw if I'm locked up."

"Don't worry about that. Tentacles are all-purpose, after all."

Squelch.

As if responding to her words, several bundles of tentacles dripped slime.

…That filthy slime, smeared all over my soft, plump, warm, fragrant, fluffy tail.

Absolutely not.

I'd rather kill myself than get coated in that sticky mess.

"That's enough answers, right? Then be a good girl and let yourself get kidnapped. Oh, right! My nickname is TrashyMommyJugsBounceBounce! Make sure you remember it!"

"Remember what? Your nick doesn't match you at all—I can't even keep it in my head. What? TrashyMommyJugsBounceBounce? Hilarious. Looking at you, you're flat as a board."

"That's fine. I named it after your trashy little milk jugs. I'm only interested in other people's chests—I couldn't care less about my own pathetic ones."

Something about her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠answer sounded a little dejected, so I flashed a bright smile and needled her further.

"Ah, now I get why the tentacles won't touch you!"

"W-what? What is it? Tell me quick! I want these tentacles to violate me!!!"

…She wanted to be violated by tentacles?

Was this crazy bitch even a real Mudang?

No—she was a cosplay Mudang. If something like her counted as both a Mudang and an Exorcist, the whole world would've already been wiped out by yokai.

Watching the deranged woman twist her body around while gripping a tentacle with one hand, I asked in a dead-serious voice:

"…Are you actually a Mudang?"

"I'm a Mudang and an Exorcist! I just raise fun, cool, sexy tentacles as my shikigami, that's all! Anyway, hurry up and tell me! How do I get this adorable little thing to violate me? Hm? Hm?"

Hearing the madness creeping into her voice, I pointed a finger at her and dropped a bomb of pure, unfiltered fact.

"The tentacles probably don't even see you as a female. There's a limit to how far gone you can be, you know. What tentacle in the world would want to hold a man who can't even get pregnant?"

"You… a genderbent female yourself, and you're telling a real woman she doesn't qualify as a female?"

Her body started trembling, fury clearly taking hold.

Feeling the greatest happiness I'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠experienced since meeting her, I drove the spike deeper into her thick sense of defeat.

"Yeah! Even the tentacles can tell you lack female appeal! That's why they don't see their own summoner as a target for violation! Think about it for half a second—if you had any female charm, the tentacles wouldn't have left you alone! They'd have done everything possible to fuck you!"

"N-no… that can't be…! There's no way I lack the qualifications of a female! M-my precious tentacles? You think so too, right? Right? Say you think so!"

The Mudang grabbed a primitive-type (basic-form) tentacle that had drifted near her and shook it back and forth. Apparently finding her annoying, the tentacle flung her off with force.

Thud.

Hurled by the tentacle's strong resistance, the Mudang slammed into the far wall.

She sat there for a moment with a blank, teary expression—then rose to her feet with a laugh that sounded completely unhinged.

"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh… Right. I was lacking as a female. That's why the tentacles never violated me."

"I'm actually going to lose my mind. Why is every Exorcist I've met a complete freak?"

The bald guy was a furry fetishist; the lunatic Mudang in front of me was a tentacle fetishist. Surely the other Exorcists weren't into insect stuff… right?

…No. That absolutely could not be allowed.

Fuck, I'd rather set my entire body on fire and die than have sex with a giant cockroach.

You agree, right, Fox God?

See? Even the Fox God agrees. So if some insect-fetish freak shows up, I'm hanging myself on the spot.

While I was briefly mapping out a concrete suicide plan, the tentacle-obsessed Mudang—who had been muttering to herself the whole time—whipped her eyes toward me with a wild gleam.

"Heh heh. Gumiho? I've just thought of a binding that won't care how many seconds you thrash around."

"I'm going insane. What are you, some vampire with a heart on her forehead?"

"I don't know what that is, but starting today, you're a female. Why? Because I decided so!"

Having completely lost the plot, the Mudang ordered the tentacles she'd summoned to violate me.

"My precious tentacles? Violate that gumiho until she can't even function as a female anymore. You're allowed to go all the way into breeding activities today."

"You fucking bitch—"

"No self-introductions, please."

The moment the Mudang finished speaking, a game of tag began inside the confined space.

The taggers: tentacles of every shape, all intent on violating a fox beastkin.

The runner: a heat-period fox beastkin whose only redeeming quality was absurdly good physical ability.

In a situation where ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠getting caught in any form meant an 18+ erotic manga scenario, I started dodging the tentacle bundles with the Fox God's help.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!

The house that had been intact—or maybe it had never been intact to begin with—was getting demolished by tentacles.

My precious tablet, my livelihood, had been smashed ages ago, and even the bed where I'd enjoyed my happy times was now sliced clean in half by tentacles.

My beloved sweet home was turning into a tentacle-made ruin.

Like Captain Africa, I hurled a frying pan at the invaders and shrieked:

"You fucking bitch!!! Are you trying to trash someone else's entire house?!"

"Yep♪ I'm going to smash everything, kill your attachment to this place, and kidnap you to mine."

"Like hell I'd let myself get kidnapped by someone who wrecked my house, you piece-of-shit bitch! No matter what it takes… I'm crushing that empty skull of yours, fuck."

"And you're confident you can? Oh dear… all your frying pans are now—"

Crrrk… crrrk… crunch…

"—destroyed."

A tentacle finished off the last frying pan.

Now I really had nothing left but hand-to-hand combat—a terrible position.

And to make matters worse.

Twitch— twitch—

My lower belly… was starting to itch more and more.

My lower half was already soaked through, and strength was steadily draining from my legs.

I ground my molars hard as I stared at the approaching tentacles.

"…This is so fucking shitty."

"Foxes are canines, so maybe you're not 'fucking shitty'—maybe you're just an actual dog?"

"Could you please shut that mouth of yours?"

The instant the words left me, tentacles surged in from every direction at high speed.

I slipped past them by a hair's breadth and closed the distance on the Mudang fast.

"Oh… coming closer, are we?"

"If I don't get closer, I can't get away from these goddamn tentacles."

Right now, there were only two ways to beat that woman Mudang.

Hold out until my bald friend—who looked like a pretty strong Exorcist—showed up, or land one solid hit on that damned woman myself.

I desperately wanted to pick the first option, but the situation was too urgent, and I had no idea whether he'd even seen the message.

I had no choice but to go with the second.

But then—

Shlick. Shlick. Whiiiip!!!

BOOM!!!

The real problem was the tentacle mass—disgustingly fast, and packing the special ability of aphrodisiac slime on top of it.

Get caught by those tentacles even once, and after a thorough pickling in aphrodisiac, I'd undergo true, genuine female corruption.

And that wouldn't be the end of it.

Judging by those lecherous eyes, she had no intention of violating me just once.

There was a real chance I'd spend the rest of my life receiving Jeong-gi from tentacles and living with them forever.

"…Is there seriously no way to land one hit?"

Every frying pan left in the house had been shredded by thoroughly pissed-off tentacles.

I'd tried cutting them with kitchen knives and other blades, but the tentacles were tougher than steel—every sharp edge in the house had been notched and ruined.

Should I just bolt outside and run for it?

Oh.

Why hadn't I thought of that sooner?

Spending my whole life getting violated by tentacles, or spending my whole life as a lab experiment—both were equally fucking miserable, weren't they?

At least if I chose the latter, I could dump some of that misery onto the Mudang in front of me.

I sprinted toward the Mudang at full speed, then slammed on the brakes and immediately charged the window instead.

"Hey—hey! What—what are you doing?!"

"Are your eyeballs just decoration? Obviously escaping!"

"Because of the special clause between yokai and Exorcists, if both of us reveal ourselves to ordinary people—!"

"Do I look like I care? If it bothers you, put the tentacles away first."

I tore toward the window without slowing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠down at all, and the Mudang ground her teeth and barked an order at the tentacles.

"H-hurry and block the window!!!"

"Blocking it won't help!"

Toward the window being rapidly sealed by tentacles, I threw every ounce of strength into a punch.

CRACK!!!

Overwhelming physical power blasted through tentacles and glass alike—and then tentacles latched onto my body.

"Uh… uh…?"

The bodily fluids sprayed by the ruptured tentacles soaked into me from head to toe, turning an already hypersensitive body so sensitive that even a brush of wind would blank out my mind.

At the same time, tentacles slowly closed in on my completely neutralized form.

I let out a hollow laugh as I watched them approach.

"…I'm so completely, utterly fucked."