Finding Abnormal Sexual Desires in Everyday Life

The day after I'd blacked out from the extreme pleasure the Fox God had given me.

Thankfully, the Fox God had returned to her original spirit form.

That was the Fox God, firing off a colossal warning the moment I woke up.

I averted my eyes from her piercing glare and muttered quietly to myself.

"This is all because of the heat... If it hadn't been for the heat, I could've won."

"Hoh... Then once the heat has passed, shall we try a rematch? This lady is ready whenever thou art."

"Shut up. For a useless scrub of a minor god who never helps with anything normally..."

I got out the milk to pour over my cereal for breakfast, and reached out to open the carton—

"You... son of a bitch..."

Whether I'd grabbed a defective product or what, the milk carton simply refused to open on the first try.

And at that exact moment—

Even when I poured the milk into the bowl.

Glug, glug, glug.

The hallucinations just kept coming.

Barely managing to ignore the deranged noises pouring out of the milk carton, I turned to the Fox God with a question.

"I've got something I need to ask you."

"Ask as much as thou wishest. This lady shall answer all within the bounds of her knowledge."

"If you hold back from mating during heat... do you start hearing voices from objects? Because it feels like every single thing around me is making filthy noises."

I asked with a deadly serious expression. The Fox God stared at me with a face that had completely lost the will to process reality, and spun a finger in a circle beside her temple.

"Hast thou gone mad with lust? This lady cannot even begin to grasp how one might hear filthy noises coming from objects."

Watching her look of pure confusion, I recounted exactly what I'd just experienced.

And then—

"...Thou."

"Hm?"

"This lady finds thee truly magnificent. Truly—among all the people I have ever met, never has there been one so magnificent as thee."

At that mocking tone, I scowled and spat a curse at her.

"You're insulting me, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠aren't you."

"Nay? 'Tis pure, unadulterated admiration. So this is the degree of madness a human can display when driven mad by lust... This lady offers her reverence for thy tremendous sexual appetite."

"Yeah, that is an insult, you bitch."

"I am admiring thee, I say. I shall adjust my evaluation of thee. Thou art not a 'zoophile'—thou art an 'omni-fetishist.'"

"I am NOT!!!!!"

Me, an omni-fetishist? Impossible.

I was, strictly speaking, an extreme fox-only fanatic who liked nothing but fox beastfolk!

"Thou, do not deny reality. Hadst thou not felt lust toward objects, such hallucinations would never have arisen."

"It's the heat, okay? If it weren't for the heat...!"

"Is everything the heat's fault, then? The heat may amplify thy lust, but it does not make thee feel lust toward objects. Think again—look upon that eraser there."

"...Eraser?"

I turned my eyes to where the Fox God's finger pointed and looked at the eraser sitting there.

And at that exact moment...

The eraser started spewing insanity on a level that rivaled the milk carton.

"Fox God."

"Speak."

"Am I really an omni-fetishist?"

"In all likelihood, yes—with high probability."

At the Fox God's nonsense driving the final nail into the coffin, I let out a sigh and turned on my stream.

"Today's stream content is decided, then. Abnormal sexual desires found in everyday life."

Even after taking a full week off, far more viewers than I'd expected flooded in the moment I went live.

Of course, even with more people showing up, they were still nothing but lunatics.

The number of psychos hunting for my milk tanks had merely grown from fifty to one-and-a-half times that—nothing else had changed at all.

"No matter how I look at it, it feels like you're welcoming my chest more than me, and that pisses me off. I'm just turning the cam off."

The moment I said that and killed the camera, the chat window turned vicious enough to start a full-blown riot.

I sneered at those viewers and slowly began to draw.

"I have made my viewers angry!!! I can control emotions!!!!!"

No sooner had the words left my mouth than someone smacked me across the face with a massive donation.

"...Well, if you're gonna do that, I have no choice but to turn it back on."

I stopped drawing and obediently switched the camera back on, and the viewers seized the opportunity to start roasting me.

Whether a bunch of kusogaki brats had camped out in the stream or what, the viewers were speaking in nothing but knuckle-sandwich-worthy tones.

I delivered a one-day ban knuckle sandwich to those brats in need of some discipline.

"Discipline is the only answer for kusogaki. Anyway, enough small talk—let me introduce today's content."

I started sketching various everyday tools onto the screen as I continued.

"What I'm drawing today is abnormal sexual desires found in daily life. Content you perverts are sure to love."

I said it with a sly grin, and the viewers immediately started questioning the content.

Watching the viewers' intense reactions, I curled the corner of my mouth upward.

"Don't worry. It won't be the kind of moe-ification you're thinking of."

As for me—

"I'm going to make you all horny using nothing but the ordinary objects I've drawn. You can look forward to this one."

With that, I drew a slipper in the center of the screen.

Size: 240.

Too small for most adult men to wear, but a perfectly reasonable size for most adult women.

After drawing the slipper, I immediately drew a male foot of extreme size 280 next to it.

I labeled the slipper with the number 240 and the man's foot with 280, and the viewers once again started expressing their confusion.

Seeing the viewers' baffled reactions, I snorted a laugh and mocked them.

"This is exactly why I can't trust people who call themselves abnormal fetishists. Looking at this, nothing comes to mind?"

A slipper that was too small. A foot that was overwhelmingly large by comparison.

And still nothing?

Some of the viewers were starting to catch on.

After confirming their reactions, I showed them the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠drawing I'd prepared.

The storytelling was perfect.

A narrative this complete ought to be more than enough to stimulate the viewers' arousal.

I looked at the chat with high expectations.

I got exactly the reaction I'd been hoping for.