It's... a Bit Small?

The moment the words I'd prepared left my mouth, Father's wok-lid of a hand froze mid-swing right in front of my face.

Pupils trembling, composure completely gone. Lips muttering over and over that he must have misheard.

The line I'd agonized over for hours had, thankfully, managed to short-circuit Father for a few precious seconds — and I wasn't about to waste the opening. I bolted straight for Mom.

"Mom!!!"

From this point on, survival meant taking Mom hostage.

The wording was deeply wrong, but it was non-negotiable.

The second I slipped even accidentally out of her reach, the crime of not calling home plus the karmic debt of bricking Father would stack on top of each other, and I would be genuinely, thoroughly fucked.

While Father stood there like a machine that had locked up, I snared Mom's body with one of my luscious tails.

"Oh my?"

Fluffy, cozy, sumptuous, soft — the tail coiled around her, and Mom startled for a second.

But once she realized there was nothing dangerous about it, she started nuzzling her face into the fur with a blissed-out grin.

As expected of a fox tail. Performance guaranteed.

Anyone who gets a single taste of that sumptuous fluff is never getting free again, you know?

Before Father could reboot, I closed the distance on Mom — her guard already melting — and deployed every remaining tail to finish the conquest.

"Hnn… th-that tickles… s-stop… hiih…?!"

Judging purely by the sounds, it might have seemed like I was committing some unforgivable sin, but this was filial piety, pure and simple.

Unlike Father, who hated fur on principle, Mom loved hugging and petting animals.

Especially the fluffy ones.

Foxes, for example. Or foxes. Or fox-like things.

Why is every example a fox?

Other animals have fluffy fur too, you say?

If they aren't fluffier than a fox, they don't qualify for the list — so of course only foxes show up. That's just normal, right?

Anyway, the Mom-conquest was proceeding smoothly when Father ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠finally came back online, murderous intent pouring off him in sheets as he advanced on me at a deliberate pace.

And with a look that could kill, he asked:

"So you caused an 'incident.' Care to elaborate a little, son… no. Daughter."

"Haha, Father? About that…"

"You don't even have to say it. I already have a pretty good idea who. Hyeok-jin. That bastard, right? He's the only friend you've got. If you caused trouble, of course it was him."

Having completed his deduction, Father smiled coldly and dialed my balls-buddy of a best friend —

— but the one person who was supposed to clear up the misunderstanding had turned his damn phone off, and the situation started freefalling into catastrophe.

…Right. He'd said he was going to lay low for a while.

You fucking bastard. You could've at least left the phone on.

I clawed at my hair and howled internally, but Father looked so apocalyptically menacing that I dove behind Mom in a panic.

"How old are you to be hiding behind your mother like a coward? Stop tormenting Mom and come to the room with Dad for a nice, in-depth conversation."

"I'm not tormenting her — I'm being a good child. Mom, you're enjoying this, right?"

I shot the question at Mom in desperation under Father's calm, bone-chilling words — but Mom didn't answer. She only made lewd little sounds.

"Heh… hehh… f-fox tails are amaaazing…♡ So fluffyyy… feels so gooood…"

"Mom?"

This isn't right. Why is this going weird?

From the wrong angle, this looks exactly like some deranged maniac doing yuri NTR on Mom right in front of Dad.

Father, please don't misunderstand. This is strictly filial piety, okay?

But then —

Child, life never goes the way you plan.

That's what makes it fun, isn't it?

Apparently the two likable ballet-outfit gays weren't wrong, because Father's face hardened even further as he looked back and forth between Mom and me.

"Causing an incident wasn't enough — now you're doing that kind of thing to your mother. Clearly some serious mental education is in order."

"Father? This is all a misunderstanding—"

"Quiet. We're going to the room. Now."

The moment he roughly seized one of my sumptuous tails, Mom's eyes went flat and murderous as she glared at him.

"Honey?"

"Y-yes?"

"Can't you see I'm healing right now? Does the education absolutely have to happen this second?"

Startled, Father's grip went limp and the tail dropped. Mom snatched it up at once and went right back to nuzzling.

…I lived.

I had successfully NTR'd… no, conquered Mom with the sumptuous tails.

If I played this right, I might skip the mental education entirely and head home as early as tomorrow.

A sliver of hope appeared, and I was just exhaling in relief when Mom shooed Dad off to the master bedroom.

"I was finally healing with a properly maintained, fluffy, sumptuous tail for the first time in ages, and you interrupted me! Go watch TV in the bedroom!"

"But still — there was an incident, and what was being done to you was—"

"Tsk!"

"…Fine. I'm going."

Poor Father slumped off to the master bedroom with my sister in tow, while Mom kept making lewd noises under the tails' assault for a while longer — until:

"Hoo. That's enough healing. Shall we start talking, son — no. Daughter."

She approached me with a terrifying face instead of her usual gentle one.

…One mountain after another.

Goddamn it.

"So. What did you mean by 'causing an incident'? Couldn't wait and went and did it with Hyeok-jin already?"

"No. That was a lie so Father wouldn't grab me. You know what happens if I get dragged into that room — hours of mental education."

"So to avoid getting grabbed, you molested your mother?"

"Molested? Come on, Mom, you were enjoying it too."

"Watch your mouth. And 'enjoying'? I was just playing along."

Mom said it primly and shook her head, but I didn't buy it for a second.

She still had one of my tails wrapped around her body and was rubbing against it hard enough to start a fire. How was that "not enjoying it"?

I sighed at her lack of honesty, and only then did Mom finally release the tail and ask:

"A stacked, curvy gumiho lady… so your body really did change to match your tastes. How did that happen?"

"About that…"

Fuck.

Do I tell the truth? If I tell the truth, the self-loathing is going to be unbearable.

What kind of reaction would Mom give if I said, "I used the Fox God as fap material and ended up becoming fap material myself!"?

Probably look at me with pure disgust and contempt, right?

"I'm sorry. Given the circumstances, I can't tell you."

"Sounds like it's complicated."

Yes — complicated, just not in the way you're thinking.

I nodded, and Mom didn't press further. Instead she fretted that living in this body was going to come with a lot of problems.

"Living like that must make going outside pretty inconvenient. Is there anything Mom can help with?"

"I'm fine. Most things get handled at home, and Hyeok-jin comes by now and then to take out the trash."

"Doesn't it drive you crazy, not being able to go out? Cooped up indoors, you'll put on weight, and your health will suffer."

"The body itself is already pure fantasy. And like you know, Mom, I prefer holing up inside to going out. It doesn't feel that stifling."

I smiled a little and told her I was fine. Mom stroked my tail and asked, face serious:

"You're taking proper care of the tails, right?"

"Of course! Two hours a day, hardcore maintenance! How else would they smell this good, this glossy, this soft and sumptuous?"

"True. Nothing to worry about, then. From the first wrap, it already felt like a drug. Hohoho…"

We were happily trading tail banter when Mom clapped her hands like something had just occurred to her and changed the subject.

"Come to think of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it — do you have enough clothes?"

"Hyeok-jin bought a bunch yesterday, so I've got some. Why?"

"If you're short, take some of Seong-ju's. She's got way too many she doesn't wear anymore."

"I don't know… even if I take them, would Noona allow it?"

"Don't worry. Mom will handle everything."

Mom ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠beamed and headed for the master bedroom to fetch my sister. I clutched my throbbing head and sighed.

Honestly I didn't need them. I'd rather take the men's clothes still sleeping in my room than Noona's stuff.

But if I tried, she'd go, "Why would a girl want to wear men's clothes!" and stop me cold.

No — knowing how proactive Mom is, she might have already thrown them all out.

I waited, combing a tail, until Mom extracted Seong-ju from the master bedroom and marched me, firmly in tow, into my sister's room.

Judging by Noona's baffled expression, Mom still hadn't explained the situation to her.

I had zero interest in clothes that wouldn't fit and wouldn't suit me, so I leaned in and whispered in Seong-ju's ear.

"Noona? Mom said she's giving me the clothes you don't wear."

"What?"

One sentence and her eyes went fully feral. She immediately moved to stop Mom.

"Uh, Mom? I-I was going to wear those again once I slimmed down?"

"And how exactly do you plan to slim down that muscle-slab body? More exercise just makes the muscle thicker, and if you stop, it all turns to fat."

"Kh… b-but I paid good money for them…"

"Quiet! Clothes you can't wear anyway — what's the harm in giving them to your little sibling?"

Mom buried her in pure, uncut facts and crushed the tiny rebellion, then cheerfully handed me a T-shirt that looked extremely expensive.

"Here, try it on! I think this'll look great on you."

"The base model is broken! It'd be weirder if it didn't look good!"

"Then maybe you should've taken better care of yourself."

"Mom!!!"

Seong-ju screeched, but there was nothing she could do against the household's number-one ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ranked authority.

In the end, she could only stand there and watch her clothes get NTR'd by me.

I accepted the T-shirt from Mom and carefully put it on. The result:

"…Noona's chest really is pretty small."

"Yours is the one that's abnormally huge, you bitch!!!"

THWACK!!!

"Aagh!!!"

I had to go and add one extra comment, and once again got my crown cracked open for it.

What, is it a crime to call something small when it's small?