Kuh! Kill Me!
About ten minutes had passed since I'd started tormenting him with my third tail.
He was gradually losing it, and before long he'd completely checked out of reality.
"Heeh... Fox tails are the best... Warm and soft and fluffy and... ticklish..."
He wore an utterly blissful expression, completely gone from my tail teasing, and looking at that face—
"Gueeeeh..."
I gagged.
How do I even describe this? Would it help if I said a muscle-bound guy who can hit 800 on his Three Lifts was lying tied to a bed making an ahegao face?
If our positions were reversed, this would clearly be hot as hell — but since they weren't, it was just plain disgusting.
Fuck.
This is just femdom material, isn't it? What's the difference between a woman tying a man down and tickling him with a feather?
And that's not even the half of it. Calling it femdom doesn't work when that bastard's muscles and face completely shatter any immersion.
Even though I was the one doing it, the whole thing was so revolting I immediately retracted my tails and put distance between us.
"I got too into the teasing... I saw something I shouldn't have..."
— You truly are a fool. There is nothing in this world as fluffy and pleasant to the touch as a fox's tail, and yet you used it as a torture implement?
"Hey, that bastard kept going 'Kuh, kill me!' and pissing me off. I was just messing around mindlessly and it ended up like that..."
— Did you not say with your own mouth that you do not fancy men as a man yourself? Then pray tell, what exactly was that display just now?
At her mocking words, delivered with a sweet smile, I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a kitchen knife.
"Let's die, fuck. Better to slit my wrists than die of humiliation like this."
— C-Calm yourself! I can respect your preferences! Even in my era, there were cases of men who favored other men...
"Shut the fuck up! That's not comforting at all! If I die now, at least it won't be humiliating... Hehe... Ehehehehe!!!"
— I should not have told you the truth. I ought to have remembered that sometimes a lie is better than the truth...
And so, cackling madly, I pressed the kitchen knife to my wrist—
Suddenly, a hand the size of a pot lid grabbed my wrist and flung me straight into the wall.
Bang!
It hurt. I was dizzy. So this is what it feels like to get thrown into a wall.
Clinging desperately to my fading consciousness, I forced out a voice that barely wanted to come and spoke to him.
"...When did you untie the ropes? And what are you planning to do to me now?"
"Well, considering you toyed with me the whole time without killing me, I won't kill you either."
"You won't kill me? So you're going to degrade and rape me every which way? You gay bastard..."
"When did I ever say I was gonna fuck you, you crazy bitch? And I'm not into guys — I'm into furries. Get it straight."
Disgusted by my friend casually spouting insane shit, I shook my head and opened my mouth.
"You could've just knocked the knife out of my hand. Why throw a person into a wall?"
"Then why did you start by cracking my skull open over something that could've been solved with a conversation?"
"Because I thought I was about to get raped. If I hadn't smacked you with that frying pan first, could you have held back looking at these luscious tails?"
"You're turning a guy who was just standing there into a potential criminal, you psycho. And look at these beautiful muscles — can't you tell? I was perfectly capable of holding back."
"Says the bastard who was drooling with his face buried in tails ten minutes ago?"
I tried to get up while scolding him, but the impact of hitting the wall had been so severe I couldn't move at all.
"I... can't move?"
"Of course you can't. I cast an Immobilization Seal the moment I threw you. You probably won't be able to move until I release it."
Saying that, he rolled his shoulders, working out his muscles as he approached me.
"What should I do with this one? Those fluffy, soft tails are so exactly my type that if I just don't look at the face, it might be doable."
"Are you actually gay? A possibility-chaser who can get hard just looking at the exterior? There's a guy inside, you deranged fetish freak!"
"So what? I'm not the one getting fucked. And you know that saying well enough yourself."
He groped and toyed with my luscious tails as he quietly opened his mouth.
"Even if it's a guy, if you treat him like a girl, he becomes a girl... Kuhuhu... And if the outside looks like a ridiculously hot woman, does it even matter what kind of bastard is on the inside?"
"You absolute psycho. The fact that you can say something that crude so confidently in front of another person already proves you're not normal."
"I've never once thought of myself as normal."
I freaked out at his approach and begged the Fox God for help, but the Fox God just beamed with a happy smile and cheered him on.
— That magnificent yang energy... *slurp*... If I could obtain that, I could easily live another year. Why not stop resisting and just accept it?
"You are completely useless. The second I can move, I'm slitting my wrists."
"Who said you get to kill yourself?"
After a long stretch of groping my tails and degrading me, he finally sighed and let go.
"I said all that, but the moment I remember what's inside that body is a filthy hikikomori bastard, whatever was standing dies instantly. Goddammit."
"Yeah, good thinking. I actually thought you were really gay for a second."
"Keep calling me gay and I really will just close my eyes and fuck you, so shut up. I'm already pissed about getting my head cracked with a frying pan."
Still sore from the frying pan blow, he pressed a hand to the spot and growled.
"Judging by how pure your desires still are, it doesn't seem like memories got mixed up. And this does seem like my friend... so what the hell happened?"
"Oh, so you believe me?"
"No? Of course not. I need to hear the story first before I decide. If I just believe you blindly and get another frying pan to the back of the head, there's no recovering from that."
He came close to my immobilized body and demanded an explanation, and I began slowly recounting what had happened two days ago, swallowing my shame.
"So you're saying you jerked off to some hot-as-hell manga and turned into that?"
"That's what I'm saying. Some random god calling herself a Fox God suddenly appointed me as her Apostle and I ended up like this."
"And the money you wanted to borrow was for living off internet streaming?"
"More precisely, for surviving — but like I said earlier, I've only got five days left to live. To survive, I have to start streaming today."
"Do you really need to stream? Just get dressed up, go outside, do one strip show and you'd fill up on Jeong-gi no problem."
At his crude suggestion, I sighed and pointed at the twitching ears on my head and the soft, fluffy tails.
"If I looked human, sure. But if I go out like this, wouldn't I get hauled off to some research lab as Test Subject Number One?"
"Fair point. But higher-rank youkai can transform so well you can't tell them from humans. Why can't you do that?"
"I don't know. I don't even know how, and even if I learned, I couldn't use it. I'm already living on borrowed time — how is that any different from telling me to speed up the countdown?"
Lamenting my soon-to-die fate, I sat down at the computer to finish a commission. My friend looked at my drawings and quietly spoke.
"This is really hard to believe. It's similar to when I first heard about youkai and monsters from my parents."
"Don't believe it if you don't want to. If you don't believe me, in five days I'll just vanish from the world. You'll forget I ever existed, so you won't even feel guilty."
"Stop saying you're going to die already. There's got to be some way."
"That way is streaming, you thick-skulled bastard. How many times do I have to say it? If you just lend me the money, it's solved."
When I exploded with frustration, he looked at me with a dazed expression.
"Sorry, I'm just really confused right now. By the way, have you already looked at streaming equipment? Was a million won enough to cover that?"
"It's 1.3 million. Buying this and that, it was just barely possible. Fuck... Having to do streaming when it was never in my destiny is the worst."
"Is streaming the only way to get Jeong-gi? No other methods?"
"There is one — Yin-Yang Harmony. Getting fucked by a guy would give me way more Jeong-gi than gathering it bit by bit. But would you get fucked? You were a guy just three days ago."
I'm not even gay — there's no way I'd do it with this bastard. I'd rather materialize the Fox God and spend a night with her than get fucked.
When I scolded him not to say weird shit, he started spouting nonsense with a completely serious face.
"If you just give me permission, I can fuck you. Honestly, if I just think of the person in front of me as a stranger, I get rock hard."
"Please stop barking when you're not even a dog, you possibility-chaser bastard."
"It's fine. The first time is the hard part. Once you try it once, you might change your mind."
"This bastard's so horny he's gone blind... I said I'm not doing it! Stop eye-fucking me already!"
"That's rich coming from someone who used to jerk off three times a day."
After briefly looking disappointed at my rejection, he pulled out his phone and transferred me money.
"I sent plenty, so figure out a way to survive. Hope you're still alive after five days."
"What's this? Why'd you suddenly get so sweet? Did you eat something weird?"
"Don't kill the mood, you clueless bastard. Can't you just say thank you?"
His mood-killing words made him frown and get irritated, but—
"...Sorry, man. Hearing that made me so embarrassed. Anyway, thanks. I'll figure out a way to survive."
Seeing me lower my tails and express my gratitude, he let out a sigh.
"Fuck, wagging your tails while you say it kills all the sincerity."
"Ah."