Female? You Calling Me That?
After my friend left the house, I ordered the streaming gear I'd already looked up, then went right back to finishing commissions.
Honestly… even I have to admit my clients are a special breed of freak.
Every weird fetish under the sun showed up in my inbox.
I'd finished one piece and figured I could knock the rest out pretty fast, so I opened two more slots and snagged two more suckers.
One of them wanted a holy maiden getting tentacle-violated. The other wanted a cat-eared girl getting wrecked by a dog.
…I'd been hoping for something a little more normal so I could use it as streaming content, but oh well.
If I finished everything before I went live, I'd be happy and the suckers would be happy, right?
You seem to be overdoing it. Rest as you work.
"Once I start streaming, I can't draw trash this filthy on camera. I'm planning to stream long-term, so if I don't get these done now, I'll be racing the clock later."
You there — are you not bleeding from the nose even now? All-nighters are bad for the body. Stop this and go to sleep.
"Nosebleed? Oh, this is from drawing while thinking about you naked…"
I pulled out a tissue and wiped the blood. The Fox God grabbed my tail and shrieked.
Y-you shameless creature!!! Did I not tell you to forget that!!!
"How am I supposed to forget my magnum opus? Maybe turning into this body made me smarter or something, because I remember it even clearer now."
Forget it. If you do not, I shall force you to forget.
"How am I supposed to forget something that hot? I can't. Forgetting that would be losing half my life."
Sometimes taking a great loss of that sort is not such a bad thing.
"Wow, you're really spouting every flavor of bullshit today. Shut up and hold the pose already. You're messing up the composition."
I scolded her, and she floated into the air with a look of resignation, striking the pose. I went back to drawing with her as my reference.
Why bother looking at the Fox God while I draw?
Because the difference between a piece drawn with her in front of me and one drawn from memory is massive.
She was a Fox God who seemed to hold every beauty the world had to offer.
Even if I couldn't pour all of that beauty into a drawing, capturing even a tiny fragment of it produced something with absurd destructive power.
Yeah. Just like right now.
"…This is the first time something that isn't a fox beastkin has gotten me this hard."
Heh heh. Do you understand now? This lady's beauty. Come, praise me! Adore me! Cherish me!
"Ha. I don't want to admit it, but it's so hot I can't hold it in. Well, it's almost done, so I should send it over."
Leaving the Fox God to radiate endless self-confidence beside me, I messaged my client. Not long after, my dear sucker sent back a photo of himself in a full grand prostration of gratitude.
This was still an unfinished piece, mind you.
What kind of filthy-ass line is that, holy shit.
I barely swallowed the words and carefully asked again.
Yeah, no kidding — not laughing at that name would be the weird part.
If you heard it out loud in public, anyone would laugh hard enough to crack a rib.
I muttered that to myself, then — thoroughly unsettled by the name Saex — sent him the finished piece and immediately issued a banishing order.
The way that sounds is genuinely fucked.
Honestly, did he name it that on purpose?
It's a name with a real talent for making whoever hears it want to crawl into a hole. Jesus Christ.
I never wanted to think about that goddamn Saex again, so I just shut the slot down completely, shook my spinning head, and tried to get a grip.
"Hoo… that bastard's Saex, fuck. It's been clawing around inside my skull this whole time. This sucks."
If it is hard, do not force yourself. Have you not already been sitting and working for thirteen hours?
"Just one more to go. I ordered the gear for express delivery, so it'll be here tomorrow. Twelve more hours of work, a power nap, then I go live."
The Fox God was right — I was pushing myself way too hard.
I had to stay alive somehow. I still wanted to look at hot fox manga.
Even if I signed some contract I didn't mean and the baby-factory starter kit vanished, a fox beastkin's sexiness was eternal.
If I could still feel lust in a body like this…
"No, fuck, why do I keep having these weird thoughts since the body swap? It feels like the nasty desires got stronger."
Is that not only natural? Humans desire and yet restrain themselves, but animals, unlike humans, know no restraint. Your vulgar thoughts, too — if you do not stop them midway, you will become trapped inside your own fantasies. An animal's instincts are strong. All the more so for a youkai.
"Then I'm actually screwed. If I go into heat, I'm totally fucked, right? Wait — no. Does that mean I'd end up getting dicked on purpose?"
You have been asking only the obvious for a while now. Ah, and I shall say this in advance: once heat begins, it would be best if there are no males nearby. You will clearly mate without discriminating by type.
Once heat starts, keep males away… huh.
Just how hard had they cranked the sex drive to make her say something like that?
I'm losing my mind. For real.
"Other than the ugly face getting pretty, it's all penalties, you crazy bitch."
Penalties? What is that? Is it something one eats?
"Downsides. Downsides. How does turning into a woman make every upside vanish and leave me with nothing but downsides?"
Downsides, you say? Heat is merely a basic animal urge to reproduce. And you would call that a downside?
"You said I'd orgy. You said I'd become a sex-crazed bitch who doesn't discriminate."
I snapped at her, completely done. The Fox God eyed me carefully and opened her mouth with caution.
Well… is it not simply 'common sense' that a beast possesses that degree of breeding urge? And fox youkai also hunger for their partner's jeong-gi…
"Then how do I stop the heat?"
Beasts, unlike humans, do not defy the natural order. I trust you understand what that means.
"So there's no way to stop it at all. Great. Thanks, Mom."
I'd planned to finish the drawings today, but I was in no mood to draw anything.
The moment heat started, female corruption was locked in.
Me — the guy who used to call the TS Female Corruption crowd gay every single day — was now on the verge of female-corrupting myself.
"No way… this can't be happening. Fuck."
Did denying the reality right in front of me look entertaining to a minor god?
The Fox God drifted over to my despairing self and offered warm words of comfort.
Heh heh. Giving up has always been the easier path. Think on it. You gain the jeong-gi to live on, and ample pleasure besides. Is that not killing two birds with one stone?
"Killing two birds my ass. More like one shot, two casualties. One TS and two pieces of shit! Wow!"
This lady simply cannot understand you. Why do you flee a method that grants pleasure and jeong-gi at once? If you had only seized that yang-energy-packed Exorcist who came by earlier, you would have no trouble surviving at all.
"Sure, by your logic, surviving wouldn't be a problem. But my dignity as a man gets pulverized. I told you from the start, didn't I? I wanted to fuck a fox beastkin. I did not want to get fucked as a fox beastkin."
But as things stand, are you not a female by any measure? You were like that just earlier, too. That sight of you vulgarly swishing your tail, entranced by all that yang energy…
"AAAAAAAGH!!! Shut up!!! Stop calling me a goddamn female!!!"
…There was no winning this with words.
No matter what I said, everything I'd done a moment ago became evidence tightening around my throat. I'd only been saying I was going crazy, but now I was actually going crazy.
Haa. I really didn't want to use this method.
You started this, Fox God.
I held out as long as I could. Everything wrong here is on you.
I went to the kitchen, smoothly drew out a kitchen knife, and spoke to the Fox God.
"Heh heh… heh heh heh heh… Think you can still call me a female after this?"
…You have gone mad beyond belief. Was hearing the word 'female' truly so unbearable?
"Yeah. Living while getting called a female seems worse than dying. Just close my eyes and draw one line, right? Should be fine."
This time there was no one around to stop me. The moment I raised the knife toward my wrist, the Fox God finally grasped how serious this was and dropped to her knees, begging my forgiveness.
I-I am sorry… Please spare me the suicide… I did not know you would feel such shame at becoming a woman.
"You're only kneeling? Is that all the wrong you've done?"
I smirked and lifted the knife again. The Fox God's voice grew even more frantic.
H-how shall this lady atone?! First put that down and let us talk!!!
"How can you atone? If I tell you to do something, will you do it?"
S-so long as it is not too unreasonable a request… I shall grant it!
She was so cute, grinding her teeth and still trying to look confident, that I beamed and told her how to apologize.
"Dogeza."
…What?
To her, who seemed to be rejecting reality itself, I opened my mouth once more and spelled out the method of apology.
"Do a dogeza. And do it naked, with real sincerity, and I'll never pull a suicide stunt again. Pretty good deal, right?"
The look in the Fox God's eyes as she stared at me began to tremble violently.