The World Is Full of Degenerate Bastards, and I'm One of Them—No, One of Those Bitches

How many minutes had it been since I posted that on the community board?

Both slots I'd prepared filled up like people had been camping the page waiting for me, and the ones who missed out started flooding the comments with thick, sticky disappointment.

Watching my pathetic potential clients wage keyboard war in the comments, I sighed and muttered to myself.

"This place is a circus every single time I show up. Well — looks like I'll be coming around a lot for a while."

— Judging by how many people adore thy drawings, thou must be a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rather famous artist.

"I'm not that famous. Just a dirty-pic hack that people in the know know, and everyone else has never heard of. Though, uh — customer satisfaction does seem pretty high."

I didn't get it, but a fair number of people apparently loved my art style.

Why was it hot? Personally, I didn't find any of it hot at all.

Was it because they weren't fox beastfolk?

Could be. I couldn't get hard for anything that wasn't a fox beastperson.

Still, it was weird when you thought about it.

I'd started drawing just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to feed myself because I couldn't find any manga hot enough — and somehow it had snowballed all the way here.

Was my art really that good?

I had no idea. But if people liked it, well... I was grateful, I guess.

"If I knock out the orders fast I can finish in about two days, so once my friend comes by tomorrow I can throw the ₩500,000 together with maybe 200 or 300 from commission fees and buy streaming gear first."

— Then thou wilt be able to do that internet broadcasting of which thou speakest?

"Pretty much? I mean, I'll be a nobody streamer with like one or two viewers. But I've got to stay alive somehow, right?"

Gathering the jeong-gi of a million people was a problem for the future. Right now I needed enough life force just to keep breathing.

Otherwise I'd vanish from this world forever alongside that goddamn Fox God.

Honestly, just being forgotten wouldn't be a problem.

If I got forgotten but stayed alive, I could still read all the fox-beastfolk violation manga that would come out in the future.

But if I died? If I ceased to exist?

I'd never get to see any of the hot fox-beastfolk manga still waiting to be drawn.

That would be a loss.

Yeah. No matter how you sliced it, that was a loss.

"I'll have to keep streaming until I'm living stable, right? Haaah... of all the petty spirits to get stuck with..."

— Do not dare equate this lady with some petty spirit. This lady is a gumiho who ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠brought an entire nation to ruin!

"Ruining a country is not a flex, okay? And the decisive point is — you can't even help me. So you're not a Fox God, you're just a random spirit!"

— If thou gatherest jeong-gi steadily and raisest thy renown—!

"You still won't be any help by then. My terminal lifespan will already be over, and I'll be raking in money and living my best life."

Having been hit with nothing but pure facts, the Fox God ran out of comebacks and drifted back toward the wall to start muttering to herself.

— In my day, there was not a soul who did not know my name... I was truly one of the mightiest gumihos...

"Shut up. I need to draw, so be quiet. You're distracting me."

— Wicked Apostle... may thou slip and fall on the road. May thou step on something sharp and suffer— ah, not too sharp... just get hit by bird droppings instead.

"I said be quiet? You're interrupting my degenerate thoughts! Want me to strip you naked right here and rail you?"

— H-hiiiik...

Only after I threatened to fuck her if she kept making noise ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠did the Fox God finally shut up. I started slowly reading through the commission applicant's order details so I could get to work.

"Let's see... standard OC commission. And the order content is — oh damn..."

Pretty detailed.

Was this their first time commissioning an OC from me?

Usually if it wasn't their first, they'd show reference art someone else had drawn.

Hmm. Better ask.

Having even one reference was better than drawing from pure imagination.

After confirming the ₩130,000 had landed in my account, I started thinking about the pose.

A mesugaki, huh.

For a cocky little brat who got off on teasing people, a knuckle sandwich was less fitting than a fat premium sausage.

She'd been bratty, so she needed a thorough education — and for maximum heat, that meant drawing her in as humiliating a position as possible.

Two humiliating positions came to mind.

Full nelson, and mating press.

Both were textbook peak-arousal poses, but a mating press wouldn't show the whole body, so...

"Full nelson it is. Skewer her on a nice thick premium sausage with a moderate splash of white milk, draw her completely out of her mind begging for mercy without end. Perfect."

— ...Thy thoughts are vulgar beyond measure. Is this all thou thinkest of even in daily life?

"No? Normally I don't do the vulgar thinking myself. I just look at vulgar art other people drew and have a happy little time with zero thoughts involved."

— I cannot tell whether I made a monster into my Apostle, or a person.

Listening to the Fox God's scolding, I flipped between the other artist's rough and the client's written specs until I finished my own rough, then sent the roughly completed full-nelson mesugaki sketch over.

I asked — but the "1" on the message just vanished, and ten minutes later the client still hadn't replied.

"...Do they not like it? Haaah... this is always the problem."

— It looks rather well drawn to me. What is the issue?

"It's just... if I draw a normal human, I don't get off on it so I can't tell if anyone else will. But if I draw a fox beastperson, every single pose is hot so I still can't tell if anyone else will. It's so inconvenient."

— Canst thou not simply enjoy something a little more ordinary? This lady cannot comprehend why thou favor such half-finished things that are neither fully human nor fully beast.

"That half-finished quality is exactly what's good about them. Human hotness and beast hotness existing at the same time — that's what makes it hotter. Of course, it has to lean more human to work."

Lean too animal and it just becomes furry. Not a fox beastperson.

Had I been chatting with the Fox God about the aesthetics of arousal for a while?

Finally my phone chimed, and the client confirmed the rough.

Well — if they got off on it, that was what mattered.

As for the money... extra tips would be nice, but I'd almost never seen anyone do that, so I wasn't exactly heartbroken.

After wrapping up with the client, I picked up my pen to start drawing and muttered with a hollow little laugh.

"Honestly. Everyone acts all proper on the outside while thinking the filthiest shit on the inside."

— That is not a line that should be coming from thy mouth, of all people.

"I dunno, I'm not that degenerate, am I?"

— Thou hast sold even thy conscience.

Listening to the Fox God scold me in that thoroughly appalled voice, I started laying down the lineart.