This Is Lewd! Anyway, It's Lewd!

"Anyway, today we're going to watch and review the YouTube video that's about to go up. Commission requests have been pouring in so hard lately that I haven't even had a chance to check the footage."

As I breezed past the negative chatter and gave a quick rundown of the content, the viewers collectively exhaled in relief.

Unlike the negative reactions to the more experimental streams before, the response this time was surprisingly positive. Buoyed by the viewers' support, I pulled up the review cut the editor had sent me and put it on screen.

"The thumbnail is... boobs, as always. Are they really that good?"

I carefully cupped my chest with my arm as I eyed the massive pair plastered across the thumbnail, and the chat ignited like a wildfire.

The chat window blazed as if the whole place were on fire. At the same time, a deep sense of fulfillment swelled through my body. Even as the toxic viewers hurled their crude, low-grade sexual harassment, I smiled willingly and poured more oil on the flames.

"Of course it's an art stream. Just with a side of breasts."

Pffft. I even laughed like a sly little fox. The chat roared up like a forest fire, but I ignored their howling and pressed on with the content.

"Alright, enough chatter — let's look at the edited video, shall we? Let's see... is this the Mind Catch edit from two days ago?"

One glance at the clam and chopsticks drawn on the thumbnail was all the answer I needed. That was Mind Catch, no question — the one where those pervert viewers had basically hacked my brain and tormented me until I declared defeat.

"...I don't have great memories of that one, but I'll watch it anyway. I'm already worried about how maliciously they edited it."

I voiced my concerns and clicked play. A peaceful BGM designed to soothe the mind drifted out as the video began.

"Nice BGM. Is this a hint that the video itself is going to be pretty tame?"

I hummed along to the drowsy classical music, and a donation immediately flew in.

"Don't tell me — if it's rock music, the video is chill, and if it's classical, it's basically a confession booth kind of vibe?"

The donor left that vague reply and vanished from chat. A bad feeling settled over me, so I steeled myself and started watching in earnest.

Sure enough.

"What the fuck?"

Right from the opening, I discovered the editor had been screwing with me.

"I'm on the same level as the viewers? And I'm a girl who only ever thinks dirty thoughts? How is that even fair?!"

I shrieked, and my ball-sack of a friend — sitting on the floor drawing on a talisman — scrawled something on it and held it up for me to see.

...What the hell is this bastard's problem? Does he want his skull cracked open with a frying pan?

At his outrageous provocation, I hurled a ballpoint pen from the desk at him and went back to watching. After confirming every last bit of slander and insult packed into the video, I called out the editor who was presumably watching the stream.

"Editor? Look over here for a second."

The moment I called her in a displeased tone, that wicked old-hag of an editor popped right out. I began interrogating her in a voice thick with irritation.

"I had a great time watching the video, Editor. But it was packed with every kind of false accusation imaginable — how about we make a few little revisions?"

The editor protested as if she were the wronged party, then struck first — winning the viewers over to her side before I could even start rallying them.

"Democracy, majority rule... such fine words."

I nodded, sounding as if I agreed with the editor's suggestion. But then—

"Doesn't democracy and majority rule only work if there are still people left standing?"

I grinned wickedly and threatened every single viewer in a bone-chilling voice. They rose up against me as if possessed by revolutionary spirits.

Was that even a rebellion? Anyway, watching them carry on, I immediately opened an anonymous poll. When the results came in a moment later, I let out a string of curses.

An anonymous poll so lopsided it might as well have been a signed ballot. The defeat was so crushing it felt like pure humiliation, and I reflexively shut the stream off.

"Ugh..."

A sharp ache in my side made me carefully open my eyes. Where was this place? And how on earth had I ended up captured here?

I had been one step away from ravishing that bald man — so why were my arms and legs bound, locked in this lewd position?

"Well, it doesn't matter. If things go south, I can just break out."

I still had plenty of divine power left. Enough to escape even if I had to fight that powerful bald man — so as long as I wasn't facing an irresistible being like the Goddess herself, it shouldn't be a major problem.

I considered freeing myself and running right away, but I needed to figure out where I was and who had kidnapped me so effortlessly. So I decided to stay put for now.

I waited a little while, plotting my escape in this humiliating pose. Then, from far off, came the click of footsteps — and soon someone with nine lush, beautiful tails appeared before me, radiating a seductive aura.

An overwhelming sensuality that would have enchanted me if my mental barriers had been even slightly weaker. Despite her defenseless appearance, a bone-chilling ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠terror grew stronger the closer she came.

Instinct told me: escape was already off the table. If I'd meant to run, I should have executed the plan before this woman arrived.

Feeling a despair as if ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'd fallen into the abyss, I stared at her with vacant eyes. She smiled sweetly and cupped my chin in her slender hand. Then she met my gaze and asked in a soft, silken voice:

"I sensed Rina's energy, so I grabbed you on a hunch — and luckily, you turned out to be the child who absorbed the most of her power. So tell me: is Rina doing well?"

"By Rina... do you mean our Goddess?"

"Yes. Lilyana. Rina for short. I asked whether that lily-obsessed little maniac is doing well."

...So they knew each other? Calling the Goddess by a nickname and asking after her health — they might even be close.

Clinging to that faint hope, I smiled awkwardly and answered carefully.

"She's the same as ever. Lately she's captured a beautiful vampire and is training her."

"Man or woman?"

"A woman, of course."

"Just as you said — she really hasn't changed."

The white fox laughed hollowly, then wiped the smile from her face and spoke to me.

"So then, Lilyana's foremost servant. Do you know why you were brought here?"

"...Honestly, I don't. Could you enlighten this ignorant one as to the reason?"

I answered tensely as the atmosphere suddenly turned cold. She growled, her voice thick with rage.

"Lilyana targeted this one's Apostle. And you, under her orders, attempted the kidnapping."

"That was unavoidable! Unjust as it may be, a servant of a god who has even received a sacred brand suffers grave consequences for disobeying a command!"

"Whatever excuses you make, the fact remains that you and your god coveted what belongs to this one. Am I wrong?"

The white fox fixed me with eyes as cold as a northern blizzard and flicked her fingers.

Snap!

"Therefore, this one intends to punish the insolent you and your god. The name of that punishment is..."

Thud. Thud.

Heavy footsteps approached from afar. The white fox beamed brightly as she finished:

"Climax Hell."

The instant the words left her mouth, a man with skin scorched black appeared before me. He pointed at me with one finger and asked her:

"Big Sis, so I just need to violate that strong-willed woman?"

"Yes. Start now. I've already finished linking her senses with the Goddess."

What?

At the white fox's mocking smile, I looked down at my lower abdomen — and the lewd mark the Goddess had branded into me was glowing with an ominous red light.

The moment I tried to question the change in the mark, the dark-skinned man stepped close and whispered quietly into my ear.

"Strong-willed women usually have a weaker back entrance than a front one. And from this humble one's long experience—"

He licked my ear lewdly with his tongue.

"You, my dear... your rear still seems brand new."

Slurp.

He smacked his lips as if I looked delicious.