Smaller Than That Bastard?
A dull impact rang out as the Saintess's body went flying into the distance. The Mudang stared at me with a completely dumbfounded expression and opened her mouth.
"You... did you eat something weird yesterday?"
"I told you I ate something weird! How many times do I have to say I scarfed down that poison-level hot pot?"
"You son of a bitch! That's not what I meant! Why the hell did you throw the first punch at a 'visitor'?!!!"
The Mudang pointed at the Saintess embedded in the wall and screamed at the top of her lungs.
"It's not like she didn't state her purpose for visiting! You could've just talked her into leaving! Why throw the first punch and put us at a disadvantage?!"
To her furious voice, I replied calmly and matter-of-factly.
"Whether I threw the first punch or not, it was a bad situation for us either way. And that bitch is just putting on an act right now. The hit didn't feel like it landed properly."
Using Earth from the Five Elements, I shot an earthen spear at the Saintess still stuck in the wall. The previously motionless Saintess swung her mace and shattered the earthen spear to pieces.
"Aren't you being a little too harsh? First you lay hands on a visitor just because she showed a bit of sex appeal, then you shoot spears at her while she's resting. Is this how Korea treats its visitors?"
"I'm attacking because you're not a visitor — you're an intruder. You say you're going to take another country's sacred spirit, and not just any spirit — one I've already claimed. Treating you nicely would be the weird part."
"I wasn't going to sneak it away. I was going to state my intentions openly and pay a fair price. What's the problem with that?"
The lewd Saintess even welled up with tears, looking thoroughly wronged.
Looking at her, I pulled a whole stack of talismans from my talisman case.
"Pay a fair price? You've already made your move. You released those lust demons before you even arrived, and now you're talking like you're so righteous?"
"Those lust demons might not have anything to do with me, you know?"
"If they had nothing to do with you, you would've been scrambling to catch them yourself, wouldn't you?"
As I pressed the Saintess whose tears had dried up, she giggled and opened her mouth.
"Tremendous energy, a great body, and a sharp mind on top of it... Now this is someone worth subduing."
"What?"
"I've changed my mind. Since it's come to this, I'll take the fox spirit and you. The fox spirit as an offering to the Goddess, and you... you'll spend the rest of your life satisfying me! Doesn't that sound nice?"
The Saintess spouted nonsense with eyes gleaming with madness. Completely uninterested in her proposal, I shook my head firmly in refusal.
"Sorry, but no matter how I look at it, you're just not hot. Not happening."
"I'm... not hot? That can't be."
Was she that confident in her body?
The Saintess wore a momentarily puzzled expression. Looking at her, I pointed at my junior and continued.
"No, you're definitely not hot. I can certify that with my big, hard junior here."
My proud junior, which hadn't reacted even once since meeting the Saintess — treating her like a rock.
There were so many reasons it wasn't reacting that I started wondering where to even begin explaining to the Saintess.
What should I tell her first?
Should I start with the fact that she has no animal features?
Last time, I'd at least reacted to that succubus who'd come looking for me. She had animal traits — goat horns and a bat tail. But the Saintess in front of me was pure human. Just a woman who was more beautiful than average, with slightly bigger breasts.
No — looking at her from every angle, she was nothing more than an inferior version of Seongha. A completely unarousing ordinary woman.
Was it just her looks that weren't hot? Her personality wasn't hot either.
Did this woman have that fresh, youthful quality Seongha has? Did she show that resistance of desperately refusing sex to avoid becoming a female? And yet, contrary to her words, was her body honest — wagging her tail, creating that hot tension of saying one thing and meaning another?
Not at all.
This woman was just trying to subdue and fuck me — one of the things I despise: a strong woman, and specifically one with femdom tendencies.
"No matter how many times I think about it, my answer is the same. You're not hot at all. Even if you came in the hottest furry form imaginable, my answer would never change."
"Well, then I have no choice. I'll just have to kidnap you, lock you up, and milk you until you find me hot."
The Saintess of the Lily Church beamed with a bright smile, whirling her mace as she slowly approached me.
"Well then... I'll rape you♡"
A commission request unlike any other.
It wasn't some bizarre fetish, and it wasn't a female character either — this was the first time I'd ever gotten a request to draw a male character, so I asked him again just to be sure.
With that, the commissioner left everything from the outfit to the composition entirely up to me as omakase. Once I confirmed the commission fee had been deposited, I immediately started thinking about the composition.
"What pose would work best... The only scene I can picture of a hung shota getting humiliated is cowgirl, honestly."
"S-Sis...! I think I'm gonna pee...!"
"I-It's okay... You can do it inside Sis♡ Then you'll feel better...♡"
"N-No, I can't... That would be... nngh...!"
Spurt.
Roughly that kind of story.
Most onee-shota manga went like this. It starts with the woman humiliating the shota in cowgirl, and by the end she's corrupted by the shota's huge cock, getting pounded in every position while moaning like a vulgar bitch in heat.
Of course, there were ones where the woman humiliated the shota from start to finish, and ones where the shota did the humiliating the whole way through. But the classic formula was the first one.
"Still, drawing a solo male character is seriously hard. I've only ever drawn female characters getting pinned, so trying to draw a guy getting pinned is way too difficult."
And so there I was, racking my brains without even managing a rough sketch of the commissioned piece, when suddenly black fog flooded into the house and slowly began taking human shape.
At first I thought it might be my editor dropping by and tried to ignore it — but the fog took the form of a little kid, not an adult woman. At that, I grabbed the talisman my friend had left behind and eyed the fog warily.
No Fox God around to help, and my friend was out running errands. A hopeless situation. Figuring I should at least watch how things played out, I fixed a hard stare on the black fog.
After a brief wait, a handsome young boy burst out of the mist. Seeing me already in a defensive stance, he grinned and opened his mouth.
"Just like Master said, you were easy to find. Sis? If it's not too much trouble, would you mind coming with me somewhere?"
A shota making a rather polite request, considering he'd barged in uninvited. Wanting to get a read on the situation, I kept my mouth shut and gave no response to his proposal. He scratched his head awkwardly, looking put out.
"You really ought to answer me... If you just keep standing there, I might have to take you by force, you know?"
He spoke in a menacing voice as he slowly approached — but rather than feeling scared, a completely different thought crossed my mind.
...If I play this right, couldn't I use him as reference material?
No, wait — if I just pose him and copy the composition, I could get a pretty solid drawing out of this, right?
Decision made, I charged straight at the approaching shota and dropkicked him into the wall.
THWACK!
Then, while the shota groaned and struggled to collect himself, I roughly sketched his appearance into my notepad before closing in on him.
The impact of hitting the wall must have been considerable — he still couldn't get his bearings. I twisted his pose this way and that, capturing each angle in drawings.
"This much composition should be plenty. Now I'll just toss this guy outside and get back to the rough sketch."
He was nothing special after all. Way weaker than our unarousing editor, even.
I grabbed the shota incubus by the hair and started walking toward the front door — and that was when he finally came to his senses, transforming back into black fog and putting distance between us.
"...Strange. Why don't you feel any sexual desire toward a body this attractive? Nine out of ten women I've met so far all felt it."
"Because you're not hot? Obviously. Seduction only works if there's something attractive about you. How am I supposed to fall for someone with zero appeal?"
If you were a succubus in the form of a smoking-hot fox beastman, maybe. Or if you looked like Hyeok-jin — a muscle-bound macho guy who corrupts fox beastmen into bitches in heat in those fox-beastman manga. But with that scrawny body and that thing of yours, how could anyone possibly get turned on?
I looked at the shota incubus with pitying eyes. He pointed at his crotch and spoke with total confidence.
"One look at this and you'll completely change your mind! Of all the women I've been with, not a single one saw this and didn't go crazy for it!"
"Yeah, I really doubt that."
I shook my head and spoke to him in a voice full of genuine sympathy.
"Yours is fucking tiny."
Even smaller than mine back when I was a guy.
And.
Embarrassingly small compared to Hyeok-jin's, for that matter.