Abnormal Fetish Confession - Begin
Tag: Nun.
This tag, commonly known as nun content, packs an absolutely absurd amount of destructive power for any man.
A pure virgin whose body and mind have been wholly dedicated to God, completely ignorant of all things sexual. Yet once she gets a single taste of that ultimate baby-maker, she gradually corrupts until she finally abandons God and becomes a sex-crazed slut—a story of intense, irresistible appeal.
The arousal starts the moment she first learns the taste of a man, and it only intensifies as she descends the path of corruption, crying out to God while desperately trying to escape her fall. Even that is hot as hell. And when she finally corrupts completely, casting God aside to declare herself a succubus—that sight is pure fire. It's an incredible tag, no question.
You think it overlaps with magical girls somehow?
Don't make me laugh.
Magical girls already know the taste of men when they cry out in the name of love and justice, whereas nuns cry out to God while still completely ignorant of men.
...Lately the nuns in subculture start off already knowing the taste of men?
Doesn't matter. Whatever the case, the fact that nuns are hot as hell in and of themselves never changes.
Back to the point: what happens when the ultimate in hotness—a nun—meets the hottest race of all, a fox beastman?
You've barely ever seen a beastman as a priest? A fox beastman nun is setting overload?
Don't get trapped by common sense. When hot meets hot, the synergy multiplies the hotness several times over—that's just common sense.
Imagine it. A fox beastman nun who has dedicated everything to God, one day seized by her heat cycle and suffering for it. Her entire body burning hot, her lower half itching with need, panicking because she can't figure out why.
How fucking hot is that?
And that's not all. Now the fox beastman nun will start reading documents or asking people questions to find the reason. Which means she'll get tricked by some believer who takes advantage, and end up getting fucked like a dog. After enjoying that one-night stand, the fox beastman learns the taste of men, starts having pure-love sex with that believer every single day, and eventually...
"G-God or whatever... I don't need Him...! I... I only need this♡"
Trained into a body that can't live without a man's cock, she'll abandon God and seek only men.
Just skimming the story like that—isn't it hot as hell? If this were before I became a ridiculously hot fox beastman myself, I might have blown a load just from imagining it.
Fuuu... Suddenly my lust is surging like crazy. Should I just go for a happy time real quick?
No. Once I start, I won't be able to hold back my urges and I'll end up enjoying myself for ten straight hours, so I'll hold off for now. Broadcast content is fun when you do it the moment it comes to you. Otherwise it's basically forced and the fun drains right out.
Suppressing the surging lust, I slowly began modifying the nun's habit. I cut holes in the rear so that my nine warm, soft, plump tails could poke out, and made proper openings in the nun's veil so my perky, fluffy ears wouldn't feel cramped.
Even I had to admit—perfect modification skills.
After finishing the full modification of the habit and putting it on myself, I stepped in front of the mirror. Inside it stood a veritable incarnation of sex that even a gay man would feel lust for.
As expected, my choice wasn't wrong. With fox beastmen, shrine maiden outfits are hot too, but Western-style nun habits have that gap that makes them fucking hot as well.
As I checked the outfit this way and that in the mirror, the Fox God came into the bathroom, took one look at me, and let out a gasp of admiration.
"Hooh... thy skill at adornment is rather fine. At this level, while not quite comparable to this lady, thou couldst still rival the children who once made names under me."
"Obviously I can't compare to you. There's a fundamental difference in physicality."
That overwhelming physique that turns even rags into fairy robes—of course I can't compare. I grumbled inwardly and ignored the Fox God while continuing to check the outfit, but the next words I couldn't just let slide made me look at her again.
"But say, is it not truly strange? Thou claimedst thou wouldst never fall to female corruption, yet here thou art wearing women's clothing... Is that not a contradiction?"
"...Shut up. This is like dressing up a game character. If it were my original body, I wouldn't have dressed it up at all."
"Alas, such excuses hold not even a grain of truth. That body is thine own—if thou adornest it, art thou not dressing thyself? Congratulations are in order; thou hast taken yet another step as a female."
"Shut it. I'm a man. I'll never fall to female corruption. Who the hell decided I'm a female?"
"Fufu... Thou art planting every flag there is to plant. I shall look forward to it—whether thou truly survivest as a man, or gettest pounded by that baldy and declare thyself a female."
The Fox God stuck out her tongue, teased me, and vanished from the bathroom. Having finished dressing, I looked in the mirror and shook my head.
"...This body isn't me. It's like a game character. I... just dressed up a game character, that's all."
I will absolutely never become a female. I'm the one who fucks, not the one who gets fucked.
After a round of self-brainwashing, I left the bathroom to start the stream.
[The Super Hot Nun's Confessional Stream]
Maybe it was the aggressively clickbait title? Even normal-libido types seemed to have wandered into my stream—which normally only attracts the abnormally horny—because the viewer count was higher than usual.
Of course, the title bait came paired with an equal spike in the viewers' vulgarity.
True to form, the reactions were shamelessly crude. I gave a little snort of laughter at the chat and waved lightly at the camera.
"Alright everyone, calm down. I know I'm hot, so you don't have to go out of your way to point out the features."
I was confident I understood the hot points of a nun habit better than anyone. After fox beastmen, nun habits were my next favorite thing. When I used to draw fox beastman nudes, the outfit I put on them most often was a nun habit—that says it all.
I tore my eyes away from the chat window overflowing with vulgar, crude comments and explained today's content.
"I told you to calm down and you're only burning hotter. Well, whatever—I'll explain today's content first. Instead of a drawing stream, we're going to have a confessional hour just like the title says. Now, what kind of confessional do I mean here?"
I let out a heavy sigh aimed at the viewers, loaded with pure disgust and contempt.
"We're going to hold confessions about your incomprehensible sexual desires. You upload your stories to my Hegeder, and I'll read them while judging just how deep the sin runs."
Every weird fetish under the sun was bound to show up. Maybe even some truly disgusting ones. But that didn't matter. I'd cut those at my end and stick to the moderately funny abnormal-desire posts—that alone would make this content a success.
After explaining the content, had I been drawing a normal-lust pic of a fox beastman in a nun habit panting away? When I checked Hegeder, the participation rate had been good—more posts than I'd expected were already up.
Even at a glance the titles looked ominous. The standouts went something like this:
Roughly like that. It wasn't as if there were zero trolls, but I'd blocked every truly disgusting post on the level of Marine literature. What remained were moderately disgusting abnormal-desire posts spiced with the writers' own sense of humor, so this content looked promising enough.
"More of you uploaded to Hegeder than I expected? A hundred fifty viewers and seventy people submitted posts... the participation rate is insane."
That's my viewers for you. When it comes to abnormal lust, they're dead serious.
I expressed my admiration for their dedication to abnormal desire, and the viewers—having checked the posts themselves—couldn't hide their shock.
Confirming the viewers' reactions were still positive, I announced the start of the confessional.
"Alright, then let's begin the confessional. First person—shall we welcome them?"