Chapter 23: Am I honestly a normal person?

I had a dream.

A dream where my house is destroyed by countless tentacles, I get kidnapped and played with until I die from excessive pleasure (belly rupture).

It was such a realistic and shitty dream that I woke up kicking the blankets.

"Huff... Huff... Fuck..."

Is it because I got banned for drawing a Fox Shrine Maiden getting played with by tentacles? It's truly a damn dream.

My soft and chewy tits being deformed into this shape and that shape by tentacles, and at the same time, my lower body fainting...

"This is all because of the heat cycle."

Right, it's because of the heat.

The reason I'm having such strange and vulgar dreams is because of the heat!

If it weren't for the heat, I wouldn't have even had such an erotic dream.

My heart wouldn't have been stolen even for a moment by my friend's male pheromones, and the time enjoying Happy Time would have been half...

No wait. Let's make Happy Time an exception, anyway.

Waking up after a crazy dream, the sun was already high in the sky.

From the kitchen came a clattering sound just like in the dream.

"...Surely, is it a precognitive dream?"

What if I go to the kitchen and that crazy tentacle shaman is there? What should I do?

In the dream, my secret weapon, the frying pan, didn't work at all.

None of the kitchen knives worked, and the chair shot, which could be called a blunt weapon, didn't work either.

Against me, who can only use physical attacks, tentacles are literally the worst matchup.

Even possessing aphrodisiacs, the conclusion is that I absolutely cannot win now that the heat cycle is progressing.

By the way, it's too vivid for a dream, did this really happen?

I thought about it for a moment, but the house was too clean for a place destroyed enough to need moving, so I erased that thought quickly.

Yeah, it's probably because it's been a while since I had a dog dream (meaningless dream) that the memory lasts long.

I grabbed a frying pan from under the bed and crept toward the kitchen, and when I confirmed the being cooking in the kitchen, I carefully put the frying pan down on the table.

"What, it was you cooking?"

"Why are you picking a fight as soon as you wake up? Can't I cook?"

"No... it's not that, but why cook in someone else's kitchen? Your house is grand enough, you could cook there? You have plenty of ingredients too."

"I'm cooking to fill your stomach since you haven't eaten anything for a day, don't pick a fight here for no reason and mass-produce furry porn."

At my friend's words frowning and saying it's annoying, I opened my mouth with doubt.

"I didn't eat anything for a day? No way."

"You slept for over 24 hours so you couldn't eat, you bastard. Isn't that perhaps a side effect of heat? Like in manga settings where if you endure sex, you fall asleep unable to do anything."

"It makes sense, but I don't want to admit it. By the way, no wonder I was fucking hungry, so it's because I didn't eat anything for a day? So what's today's breakfast menu?"

"Prepared a simple brunch. Toast with strawberry jam, fried eggs, and sausages. For drinks, I just took out cider (lemon-lime soda) from the fridge."

"Throw away the cider. It's been months since I drank from it directly."

"Hmm, furry saliva pooled and aged for months? I can't endure this?"

"It hasn't even been a month since I changed, you retard. Were you really gay, fuck?"

When I looked at him with contempt, he blushed and avoided my gaze.

"This is a reward."

"Crazy bastard."

"Wait, can't you change into furry form like last time and look at me with contempt? Then I could really lick even the soles of your feet."

"Please, seriously, can't you just kill yourself? It's disgusting that you're my childhood friend."

"Contemptuous gaze plus verbal abuse, hah... Although vulgar, I ended up getting an 'erection', what should I do?"

I feel like losing my mind.

What are God and King Yeomra (King of Hell) doing right now? Not taking that crazy pervert bastard away.

As I looked at him with pathetic eyes, the voices of two old men were heard in my ears similar to auditory hallucinations.

[Heaven does not deal with such pervert bastards. Send him to Hell.]

[Hell is where bastards who sinned in life come, not where such crazy bastards come. Just send him to Heaven.]

[Hell!]

[Heaven!!!]

Behold, even God and King Yeomra reject that crazy furry-lover bastard.

That bastard, having nowhere to accept him after dying, won't he wander the nine heavens (afterlife)?

...Possibility exists.

No? Not just a possibility, it's really high.

That bastard's abnormal fetish is at a level even succubi and virgin ghosts would skip.

Finishing my thoughts, I slowly ate the brunch my friend brought and asked him carefully.

"I'm asking seriously, when are you going to kill yourself?"

One week since the heat cycle began.

To me, enduring the endlessly rising sexual desire, hallucinations finally started to appear.

What kind of hallucinations...

[Th... That's not a hole for putting things in...!!! Ta... Take it outttt!!!]

[Fufu... It fits perfectly. Not enough to say it's exclusively for me.]

[N, No... N, Not this holeee...!]

[Swallow it till the end! Swallow it to the root! Ahahahahahahaha!!!]

Hearing only this conversation, what comes to mind?

A pure love couple enjoying boneless anal?

Or, a rapist humiliating a woman trying to protect something precious?

If you thought of such things, you can be called a normal sexual desire holder.

Why?

Because what I am seeing right now is a perfect abnormal fetish that most normal sexual desire holders can't even imagine.

So, what are the beings saying those lines?

It's none other than a mechanical pencil lead and a mechanical pencil.

Surprised?

I was surprised too.

Seeing such retarded things and feeling ticklish between my legs seeing that, I was surprised too.

"Mind... I feel like I'm losing my mind..."

Did someone perhaps cast a hallucination spell or hallucination magic on me?

Or did the Fox God pull a fast one to solve my heat cycle?

I glared at the Fox God with suspicion, but she just looked back at me blankly as if knowing nothing.

— Why are you doing that? Do you have business with Me again?

"No, I don't think it's you. A useless Fox God like you couldn't have cast a hallucination spell on me."

— ...Calling me suddenly just to make a personal attack (In-sin Gong-gyeok). Were you that bored doing nothing?

"It's better than a pregnancy attack (Im-sin Gong-gyeok), you bitch. Consider yourself lucky I only did a personal attack."

— I think a pregnancy attack is better than a personal attack though. And you, you don't even have a weapon to do a pregnancy attack, do you?

Give a peck and get a bushel back (Giving a little and getting hit back hard).

That bitch, taking away my siege weapon and spouting such shitty words.

"I'm saying this seriously, if you find your body, I'll fuck you like a dog even if I have to use a strap-on. No matter what happens, definitely."

— Ha, a noob with zero sexual experience is all talk. Will you only come to your senses after getting reverse-fucked?

"How many techniques have I seen in R-18 manga to get fucked by mere you? As a man, getting fucked by a woman is the shame of shames, if I hand over the lead to you, I'm a dog, a dog."

— To say that, you are already a dog though. Well, fine. It wouldn't be bad for Me to step up directly and make you into a 'bitch'.

As soon as the Fox God finished speaking, I felt something draining significantly from my body, and soon, with a strong feeling of exhaustion, I collapsed on the floor.

"Wh, What is it suddenly... Why, why is no strength going in?"

"Because I <Manifested>. The feeling of exhaustion is because I used too much Demonic Power while <Manifesting>."

At the seductive voice coming from behind, I forced my unmoving body to turn around, and the Fox God, whom I had only seen in spirit form, stood before my eyes with a physical body.

"I couldn't smell it in spirit form so I didn't know, but judging by the lewd and vulgar smell coming from the room, you are already no different from a 'bitch'."

"Don't be funny! It's just because I'm in heat right now, normally..."

"Didn't you have fun times alone even before the heat? Shall I repeat the vulgar words you said with my own mouth?"

Are foxes truly wicked animals?

The real Nine-tailed Fox, the Fox God, unlike a fake Nine-tailed Fox like me, scattered a dangerous level of slyness and charm, and my heart was gradually being stolen by her without me knowing.

I need to get a hold of myself, but I can't.

Wouldn't only a gay be able to keep their sanity seeing that sly appearance?

No? Even a gay would give up being gay and turn to normal sexual desire upon witnessing that seductive appearance.

Barely controlling the boiling sexual desire, I looked at the Fox God, and she covered her mouth as if finding it interesting and laughed happily.

"As expected, you are fun. Most humans, regardless of gender or age, go crazy and try to covet Me just by seeing My body, but you, who try to covet Me more than anyone, are holding back like this."

"Isn't that obvious? Rather than going crazy and not feeling properly, isn't it better to maintain sanity and enjoy that body as deliciously as possible?"

"Fufufu... Correct words. You are right, however."

The Fox God approached me, who couldn't move a muscle, and poked my lower abdomen with her index finger, saying.

"It seems you taking the lead in mating with Me is a matter of the distant future."

At the same time, my lower abdomen throbbed—Kung- Kung-—and.

My mind went completely blank.