The Scary Noona
Bitch Corruption.
Ask anyone hearing the phrase for the first time and they'd call it vulgar without a second thought — and they'd be right. The term carries several meanings, but the two most common go something like this.
First: a woman who once knew nothing of sex gradually becomes obsessed with the act until, in the end, she turns into a beast driven mad by intercourse. Second — exclusive to the TS genre — a woman who used to be a man grows steadily more feminine until she finally falls in love with men.
The former is something that could plausibly happen in real life. The latter, though, starts with the premise of TS itself — pure fantasy — so it exists only in the fever dreams of human imagination.
A delusion: a deranged thought that defies reason. Or a pathological, irrational, purely subjective conviction.
Which means that "bitch corruption" in the TS genre is nothing more than a sexual fantasy that will never, ever happen in the real world.
Put simply: there is zero chance I will ever feel love for that furry-obsessed freak, and absolutely zero chance I will ever get railed by him.
That idiot Fox God.
Betting on people's perverted fantasies and making a wager she can never win — sometimes she really is too stupid for her own good, isn't she?
I watched her cackling with laughter, my eyes full of pity. She eventually stopped laughing and threw a question my way.
"You there — why have you been staring at this lady with such eyes this whole time? Most unpleasant."
"I might never see you again a year from now. Isn't that reason enough? Man… going back to ordinary life after all this fantasy stuff is gonna be pretty boring."
"What on earth are you talking about? Explain yourself so this lady can understand."
The Fox God frowned and asked again. I dumbed it down enough that even a dolphin could follow.
"What do you think I mean? I'm saying that I — a guy whose male identity is stronger than anyone's — will never fall to bitch corruption. You made a bad bet."
I grinned. The Fox God looked at me like I was beneath her and started mocking me.
"You truly believe you can win this wager?"
"Obviously? If you've got a man's mind and you get pounded by a guy, that's homosexuality. Even if the body happens to be female."
"Haha. That is the funniest joke I have heard in quite some time."
She giggled, then her face turned serious as she slowly opened her mouth again.
"Your words are not without merit. A female body, yet a male mind, mating with a man — one could call that homosexuality. However."
She pointed a finger at my body and continued.
"The moment you fall to bitch corruption, that mind and soul become those of a bitch, do they not? Body and mind both female — at the very least, it would no longer be homosexuality."
"Don't try to mess with my head with that weird logic! Falling to bitch corruption in the first place means you're gay!"
"How is being drawn in by a woman's body and a woman's instincts homosexuality? Besides — you would not be mating in a same-sex body, but in an opposite-sex one. That can hardly be called homosexuality."
It was a calm, persuasive rebuttal.
It was also a rebuttal I had absolutely no desire to be persuaded by.
If I kept talking, I was going to end up admitting that bitch corruption equaled normal sexual desire — and if that happened, I felt like I might actually fall to it on the spot.
So I shut down the conversation with the Fox God and walked over to the black fox sprawled out on the floor.
"Hnnngh… please step on me a little more, Master Cheonho♡ Ha-ri wants more rewards…♡"
Even limp as a rag, the black fox lady kept twitching and spouting filth without end.
Leaving her in the house any longer would clearly lead to disaster, so I grabbed her by the tail and started dragging her toward the front door.
But then—
"Why do you flee mid-conversation? This lady refuted your words, so you ought to refute hers in turn."
"Explain why bitch corruption is homosexuality."
The Fox God doggedly blocked my path. I pointed at the eight-hundred-seventy-year-old fox lady as an excuse.
"Let's deal with this first. If I leave her and end up getting railed like a dog, are you gonna take responsibility?"
"Hmm. This lady does not believe it needs handling right this moment. She gorged herself so greedily on jeong-gi and yoreok that it will take a good five hours before she comes to her senses. Therefore."
Arms crossed, the Fox God barred my way and demanded a counterargument to her claim.
"Finish the discussion we were having first."
She looked ready to chase me to the ends of the earth for an answer. I was standing there trying to figure out how to escape this godawful situation when a rotten lifeline dropped from the sky.
And the one who dropped it was none other than—
"Heehee… Master Cheonho? You haven't left? That means… you're going to take responsibility for me, right? How very kind of you…"
That crazy slutty fox lady.
She looked at me with the eyes of a predator and licked her lips.
"…See? I told you we should've dumped this bitch ages ago."
"…"
"Say that again — five hours? Looks to me like she woke up in under thirty minutes."
"…"
"You made this situation a complete shitshow, so give me a plan, you goddamn bitch. If you can't, at least descend like you did earlier."
"My apologies. That is limited to once per day."
"Fuck. Just because you're a dog-related species doesn't mean you get to spout dogshit."
I slowly backed away from the crazy slutty fox lady as she closed in, but she strode right toward me.
And just as I was about to get railed like a dog—
Someone chopped the back of her neck with the edge of their hand.
Thwack.
"Urgh?!"
For all the atmosphere she'd been putting out and the presence she'd been projecting, the fox lady crumpled like a wet noodle.
And from behind her stepped my ball-buddy, rubbing the back of his own head and unleashing a dual stream of curses at me.
"You fucking bastard — you crack my skull with a frying pan one more time and I swear I won't let it slide. Got it?"
"Male intrusion into yuri is taboo…"
"I said, got it, you fucking bitch."
Before I could finish, he closed the distance and started choking my delicate little neck. Faced with my thoroughly pissed-off friend, I quietly lowered my tail.
"Y-yes… yeheh…"
Whimper.
After tossing the fox lady outside the front door, my friend came back inside with a sigh.
"Hey."
"What."
"You planning to keep living like this?"
For once, the guy asked in a worried voice. I fell quiet for a moment, thinking it over.
If he was asking whether I planned to keep living like this… didn't I kind of have to?
Two fluffy ears I couldn't hide, and nine plump, silky tails.
Just looking at those made going outside completely impossible — and if regular people ever caught me, I'd be headed straight for a research lab.
So I'd probably end up locked in my room taking commissions, drawing fox beastman porn, and self-supplying my happy time that way, right?
What other option was there? The second I became like this, a normal life was already out of reach.
…Well. Even before I got this lewd fox beastman body, my life hadn't exactly been normal either.
Like the Fox God said, I'd have to keep living this way until I gathered the jeong-gi of a million people.
Not that I had any idea when I'd ever collect a million people's worth.
I was letting out a deep sigh over that bleak reality when a palm suddenly came flying at my face. I couldn't even react before it connected.
SMACK!!!
"AAAGH!!!"
I was briefly stunned by the fact that I'd just been slapped — then the stinging pain hit, and I grabbed my ball-buddy by the collar.
"Hey, you fucker. Did you just hit me?"
"You were sighing like a goddamn idiot — what, was I supposed to just sit there? Snap out of it, you useless bastard."
Didn't Jesus say that if someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to them the other also?
My friend raised his hand without a shred of mercy and cracked my left cheek too.
SMACK!!!
"Urgh…"
What rose up wasn't so much anger as dizzying pain. One more hit from those pot-lid hands and I was pretty sure I'd pass out, so I lowered my tail and decided to listen carefully.
"Have you called your parents? Come to think of it, you little shit — you never even contacted your noona, did you?"
"How am I supposed to call them with this voice? The second they hear it, they'll say I've got the wrong number."
"Hah… fair enough. Even I — and I'm not a normal person — had a hard time accepting you were my friend. Your regular civilian family would be even worse."
Looking like he had a headache, my friend rubbed the back of his neck, then pulled out his phone and started contacting someone.
"Hey. What the hell are you doing?"
"Calling your noona. Telling her to come pick your ass up."
"No, fuck — why her of all people? If that bitch shows up here, this whole place is getting flipped upside down."
"About time somebody flipped this filthy dump anyway. And from your perspective, telling your noona has gotta be a little easier than telling your parents, right?"
"Easier to say, sure — but that bitch will never believe a word I tell her. High odds she'll just go apeshit and demand I hand over her little brother."
I said it while picturing my noona's rock-solid physique. My friend patted me on the back to reassure me.
"Don't worry, you little shit. You've got me."
"That just made me more nervous, you fucker."
"What, you've got a seventeen-year ball-buddy right here and you're still scared? Huh? Am I that unreliable to you?"
At the disappointment in his voice, I shook my head and told him the truth.
"It's not that I don't trust you — my noona is just fucking terrifying. The second she gets here, both our skulls are getting cracked. Being scared is the normal reaction."
He nodded like he accepted that — then broke into a bright, sunny smile and pointed somewhere.
"Hey."
"What now."
"Your noona's calling."
I carefully turned my eyes in the direction his finger was pointing. And what entered my field of vision was—
There, displayed boldly on the phone screen, was a call from the scariest person in the world — my own blood-related older sister.