No, This Time It's Just Something Ordinary?

"Haaah... fuck."

Looking at the nine-tailed fox sprawled out cold on the floor, dead asleep, my lust started surging all over again.

You little shit. Do you have any idea how hard I'm holding back right now? And you just come swinging in like that — what the hell am I supposed to do?

I shut my eyes, trying to smother the rising heat, only for my precious Junior — rock-hard and furious — to start screaming at me.

What are you doing just sitting there instead of railing that sexy little thing right now?

You're not a eunuch. She came onto you first. So why the hell are you just standing around?

Under Junior's taunting and temptation, I briefly considered having my way with the fox sleeping right in front of me — then shook my head hard and shoved the desire back down.

"No. No matter what, not while she's out cold. Fuck that. Sex should be fair and square, while she's conscious. I don't want our first time to end as a somnophilia session."

Not that somnophilia isn't insanely hot.

Taking someone while they're asleep, getting your own pleasure while training their body however you want — yeah, that was genuinely thrilling stuff.

Just picture it. Having sex with someone you'd already trained in their sleep.

Caressing erogenous zones they don't even know they have, sending them into an endless hell of climax.

...Imagining it just made me horny all over again. Fuck.

I'll jack one out later while looking at some fox-furry hentai.

Anyway — somnophilia was definitely hot, but I didn't want to do that to her.

Our first time needed to be so sticky and thorough it'd make ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠somnophilia look like a joke by comparison.

But if I stayed in the house any longer, I was genuinely going to get seized by lust and take that fluffy little fox. So I used a spell to clean up Seongha and the house, then quietly stepped outside.

And then—

"No wonder we couldn't find a trace of you at the airport. So this is where you were, Raksasa."

A bunch of old geezers with faces twisted in irritation started raining complaints on me the second I came out, like they'd been waiting for exactly this moment.

Goddamn old farts.

It got resolved cleanly with zero casualties — what the hell more do you want, showing up all the way out here?

Don't tell me they're pissed about making a wasted trip. These old-timers had a reputation for being petty, but surely not that petty.

Just in case, I carefully put the question to the geezers who'd tracked me all the way to my front door.

"Hey, old-timers? You're not seriously coming at me because you wasted a trip to the airport, right?"

"Wh-what? Old-timers? Have you ever seen such an insolent little—! Raksasa, do you not even know the meaning of respecting your elders?"

"Fuck, you have to do something worth respecting first. You dump all the actual work on your underlings every single day — you think that inspires respect? You're lucky I don't feel like attacking you instead."

"You disrespectful little shit!!!"

"The disrespectful ones are you lot!"

They say if you keep accepting kindness, people start treating it like a right. Did these bastards actually think it was their right?

I was already pissed about missing the main event, and now these geezers were chirping in my ear on top of it. My irritation finally exploded. I pulled out my Executioner's Cleaver and a stack of talismans and leveled them at the old men.

"Get lost before I put every last one of you out to pasture right here. And if you hold a grudge over today's business and start acting up, I'll go full rabid dog and defect — so keep that in mind."

"..."

"Oh, and next time any of you cross the line like this even once, I'm taking heads. If you don't want the guy who stopped the apocalypse to become the next apocalypse, keep the bullshit to a reasonable level. Please."

I poured killing intent out in thick, continuous waves, pressing down on the old men. They cleared their throats with uncomfortable looks and started leaving one by one.

"...I will remember today's events, Raksasa."

"Please do. And while you're at it, remember why they call me Raksasa in the first place."

Only after the last geezer vanished did I put away the Executioner's Cleaver and the talismans. I sat down and called out the Mudang, who'd been watching from hiding the whole time.

"I know you're spectating. Get out here."

"Your instincts really are disgustingly sharp. The old men didn't seem to notice I was nearby at all."

"They're all washed-up has-beens, so of course not. They sit around the house dumping work on everyone else and watching TV all day — you think they'd notice anything?"

I let out a sigh and asked the Mudang how the Saintess situation had been handled.

"By the way, what did you decide to do about the Saintess? You didn't do something stupid like contact the Lily Church right away, did you?"

"Come on, as if. You seemed to handle it well enough, so we decided to wait about a week for contact. So where is the Saintess, and what did you do with her?"

"Secret. Knowing would get you hurt."

"Okaaay~"

The Mudang nodded without protest, put some distance between us, and — as if we had nothing left to discuss — said her goodbye with a warning.

"You went full rabid dog on them, so the old men's eyes on you won't be friendly. Stay on edge — you never know when something might blow up."

"Will do. But if you catch any whiff ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of something, tip me off first. Let me strike before they do and put a few of them out to pasture."

"And the payment?"

"I've been letting you work high-end talent for cheap this whole time. Taking money for a tip would make you a real shameless bitch, wouldn't it?"

I shot her a fierce look. The Mudang forced an awkward smile and bolted on the spot.

Yeah — I'd cleaned up this whole mess without a single casualty. Charging money on top of that would make her a genuine miser. Seemed like she still had a scrap of conscience left, at least.

With the Mudang gone, the alley fell quiet again.

I'd originally planned to take a walk ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like I'd first intended, but the goal of cooling off my lust had already been achieved.

So I quietly headed back to her place.

...Ever since I became a nine-tailed fox beastman, I'd been having nightmares way too often.

One night it'd be some godawful dream about marrying that bastard Hyeok-jin.

The next, I'd be clinging to him, sniffing him all over, licking him, savoring him like a complete lunatic.

That second one had been especially vivid.

Vivid enough that the intoxicating scent of it was still stuck in my memory.

It was just a dream, right? It had to be.

When I woke up, the place had been suspiciously well cleaned — but still. It was a dream. Definitely a dream.

The more I thought about the dream's contents, the more self-loathing piled up, so I finally decided to start a stream and forget about it for a while.

"Beating my blanket while replaying a dream about falling into total bitch-mode is way worse than dealing with my deranged viewers."

Trusting that the unhinged comments from my fetish-addled audience would be the perfect medicine for forgetting the dream, I finished prepping and went live immediately.

One viewer. Two. Three.

Whether it was the LaTube effect or word of mouth spreading after I'd shown my face, viewers poured in in droves — nothing like my early streams.

But nearly a quarter of the new arrivals started stirring shit from the jump, demanding I show my face, so I sighed and booted them on the spot.

"Haaah... Read the pinned notice before you chat, you idiots. I even made a three-line summary for the morons who can't read more than three lines, so why the fuck ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠aren't you reading it?"

I smacked my chest in frustration and mocked the dead newcomers. The regulars started cackling and roasting the corpses right along with me.

True to form for a chat full of lust-soaked monsters, they immediately launched into sexual harassment and started airing out their deviant fetishes.

I smiled contentedly at the usual deranged chat and spoke to my viewers in a soft, gentle voice.

"A lot of you are asking for drawings again today. Well, to be fair, drawing is the main content here. But I was thinking maybe we could try something different today."

I'd honestly drawn way too much already.

Every single stream it was the same loop — draw one request piece, finish up commission work, then debate fetish tags. I needed to mix it up a little.

I waited for the chat's reaction, figuring it'd go over pretty well. Instead, the viewers expressed massive concern.

...No, this time I was just going to watch whatever video was about to go up on my LaTube channel together with them?

By the way — were the contents I'd prepared so ambitiously really that bad?