Mom...?
The shrine maiden outfit designs kept going even after we'd slept through the night and woken up again.
"Should we shorten the hem a little? How about this length?"
"That's not a shrine maiden outfit. That's just a miniskirt."
"Who cares, as long as it's hot?"
"Bullshit."
Scrapped.
"What about a side slit? A slit deep enough to flash panties could look pretty good, right?"
"Then why didn't you draw the panties?"
"For a shrine maiden, a single ofuda talisman is the panties. That's just common sense, isn't it?"
"Are you trying to get the one-year anniversary stream banned? You don't have a grudge against the game, do you?"
Scrapped.
"Hey, I think I really nailed the design this time!"
"Haaah. What is it now? Please tell me you didn't bring me something bottomless."
"Sorry. I didn't actually design anything. I just drew a glow-in-the-dark dinosaur. Cool, right?"
"...Okay, fine, the glow-in-the-dark dinosaur is hard to resist."
Scrapped.
Scrapped, scrapped, and scrapped again.
A few weird ones slipped in along the way, but countless shrine maiden outfits were designed and discarded as time kept marching on. By the time afternoon rolled around, I was rolling my aching wrists and talking to my balls buddy.
"Hey. I just realized something. Can I say it?"
"What? What kind of bullshit are you about to spew?"
"It's not bullshit. Listen carefully. I think I've finally come up with a proper shrine maiden outfit."
I started explaining the design I'd cooked up.
"A shrine maiden is someone who serves a god, right?"
"It's more complicated than that, but yeah, basically."
"And she offers everything to the god. Starting with her purity, all the way to her heart. That's why she loses her power if she loses her virginity."
"Manga settings and reality are different, but... there are places like that, so I'll let it slide for now."
My balls buddy's eyes were narrowing by the second. I took a deep breath and slowly let the words out.
"If you've offered everything to the god, shouldn't you always be showing the god everything?"
"...What the hell kind of nonsense is that, you crazy bitch. Explain it so a normal person can understand."
"In simple terms: you have to show the god everything, so going naked is the most appropriate option, right? Of course you'd still need to protect the important bits, so you'd stick one ofuda on, but..."
"Aaaaargh! You absolute lunatic!!!"
WHACK!!!
For some reason he grabbed the back of his own neck and chopped me right on the crown of the head. I made a pitiful face and snapped back at him.
"Hey, why are you hitting me?! Everything I said was completely logical!"
"It is logical, you perverted freak. Logically deserving of a beating!!!"
WHACK!!!
He chopped me on the head one more time and bellowed loud enough to shake the whole house.
"You idiot! We're not drawing porn! We're designing a cosplay outfit you're going to wear on stream! Why are you so desperate to draw horny shit you can't even use?!"
"Ah... sorry. I genuinely forgot."
Thanks to him, I finally remembered the original point of this whole exercise.
Right. We weren't drawing hot porn. We were picking out a cosplay outfit for me to wear.
No wonder every layer I peeled off had felt weirdly wrong.
I beat the horny demon living in my head to death and flopped flat on the floor.
"Fuck. Four hours of work, all completely wasted."
"That's what you get. When your brain melts, your body pays the price."
"I feel like this is more of a lust problem than an intelligence problem. I started drawing cosplay and naturally drifted into porn."
As expected of the sex-optimized fox beastkin race.
They really do make it impossible to hold back your desires.
I pulled one of my plump, fluffy tails into a hug and let out a long sigh.
"We've got the work we already did, so it should finish pretty fast, but I burned myself white for four hours and now I don't want to do anything... I'm just gonna roll around for a bit."
"Your wrists looked pretty rough earlier too. Rest properly. I'm gonna take a rare afternoon nap myself."
He grabbed one of my tails at the same time and naturally lay down right next to me, nuzzling his face into the fur as he spoke.
"Honestly, if I had this every time I slept, it'd be heaven. Once the ten-day cohabitation ends, can we just keep living together?"
"Like hell we can, you bastard. Wake up."
"Come on, just think about it for a second? You get free bodyguard manpower, I get to keep enjoying these plump, fluffy tails. Mutual benefit, right?"
"What are you even saying, you maniac. Shut up and go to sleep. You're driving me crazy."
I used another tail to wrap around his head. Once he finally went quiet, I sighed.
Could I really get through a whole week with this guy without any incidents?
Something was definitely going to happen.
"No. If I'm careful, it'll be fine. Just don't give accidents even the slightest chance to occur."
I made that resolution while watching him enjoy his happy time wrapped in my tail, and just as I was about to drift off using my plump, fluffy tails as a pillow—
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Door-lock chime~
A door-lock sound that absolutely should not have been happening rang out, and then—
"Son! Mom came to vi— oh my..."
Somehow she already knew the house password. Mom opened the front door, walked in, and caught me and my balls buddy lying together.
My balls buddy was wrapped in two thick tails and making pleasure-soaked little noises, so the whole scene was extremely easy to misinterpret.
Mom smiled slyly and pulled a condom out of her handbag.
"Looks like Mom barged in at a bad time and ruined a good moment? Have fun, you two. And make sure you use protection!"
She set the condom on the table and tried to flee. I sprinted at full speed and caught her.
"It's not like that!!!"
"Heeugh...♡ Your daughter's plump tails are violating meee...♡ It feels so good I can't even escape...♡"
"Please stop making those vulgar noises. It's making me feel weird."
"But...♡ It feels too good... How am I supposed to hold back something this nice...♡"
"Oh my god, seriously!!!"
Apparently my plump, fluffy tails felt that good. Mom wore an utterly blissful expression as she nuzzled her face into them.
Come on. I'd told her she could come over whenever she wanted to heal, but I didn't think she'd show up before even three days had passed.
The ultra-giant fluffy fox tails were amazing, sure, but wasn't this a complete lack of patience? At this rate she was going to visit every single day.
I let out a huge sigh, then my face hardened when I looked at the condom she'd left on the table.
Now that I thought about it, this was weird.
I could at least understand why my sister carried those around. But why on earth was Mom carrying one?
Don't tell me she bought it to use herself? No way, right?
I stared at her with suspicious eyes. She must have read the thought on my face, because she shook her head and spoke.
"Of course I didn't buy it to use myself. What exactly do you take your mother for?"
"There's always a possibility, Mom."
When I answered in a serious voice, Mom lightly smacked my plump tail and scolded me.
"Your mother only has that one man. The reason is... mm, it's a little embarrassing to say out loud."
"Then don't say it. I don't particularly want to hear it."
"No, if I push past the embarrassment and tell you, the truth is that man looks like a total softie, but at night..."
"I said I don't want to know!"
To shut her up, I wrapped a thick tail around her face. Mom patted the tail and asked me to move it.
"Honestly, this child. Can't even take a joke?"
"That joke was way too high-level, Mom."
"So what? We're all adults. We can make jokes like that. And you usually go way further than this, don't you?"
Mom pulled up a few photos from her gallery and showed them to me with a pleased smile.
In order: bestiality, machine play, and finally a gangbang.
They all looked extremely familiar, so I took a closer look—and realized they were the sample images I always posted when taking commissions.
...Fuck. How does Mom know about these? Did my sister tell her?
Ah, right. Last time my sister said she was going to tell Mom everything, didn't she?
That gym-obsessed sister of mine. I could drink her blood and it still wouldn't be enough.
I clutched my spinning head and asked Mom to put the phone away.
"I'm embarrassed, so please put that away. And you heard about this from Unnie, right?"
"Yes. Seong-ju told me everything. That you draw dirty pictures and that you stream."
"Then you've watched all the streams too?"
"Of course I have. My son is streaming—what kind of parent wouldn't watch? The streams were super fun!"
Fox God, have mercy.
She'd watched every single one of those hypersexual streams.
Should I just go die? But I can't even die even if I want to, fuck.
Unable to withstand the shame rocketing through me, I rolled myself up completely in my thick tails. Mom, now deprived of her tails, looked disappointed as she spoke to me.
"Son? Drawing dirty pictures is nothing to be ashamed of. Your mother believes there's no such thing as a lowly profession."
"That is not comforting at all, Mom. Can you just leave me alone?"
"You're only like this because you got caught drawing dirty pictures. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Taking responsibility for other people's happy sex lives is a noble calling. What's shameful about that..."
"I already said it's not comforting! You're just making me feel worse about myself!!!"
Was Mom always this kind of character?
No. She had a playful side, sure, but until I turned into a gumiho she'd been a fairly demure and elegant woman.
How on earth did she end up like this?
I was burying my face in my thick, plump tails, feeling like my soul was about to leave my body, when things got even worse—my friend started acting up too.
"Auntie? Or should I start calling you Mother-in-law now?"
"Call me whatever's comfortable."
Why the hell were these two so perfectly in sync, fuck.
Ah.
I really feel like I'm going to throw up my lunch...