Ch. 19 I Wanted to See a Fox Kemomimi Getting Violated by Tentacles, Not Experience It Myself!
by AfuhfuihgsChapter 19 – I Wanted to See a Fox Kemomimi Getting Violated by Tentacles, Not Experience It Myself!
The morning after….
As soon as I opened my eyes and saw my smooth arms, I let out a sigh of relief.
“I’m back to being more human again.”
From the furry state that could be called a mental illness if you get turned on by it, to the kemomimi state where anyone could proudly admit to be arousing.
Maybe yesterday’s experience of being a furry was just a dream?
With a glimmer of hope, I carefully turned on my broadcast, but seeing the broadcast ban warning that appeared, I threw my phone onto the blanket.
“…Another defeat.”
I lost.
I thought I was doing a good job walking the fine line while drawing, but when I drew the wet shrine maiden outfit, I couldn’t resist adding pink and ended up getting a broadcast ban.
“This is why they say those who are too perceptive shouldn’t— No wait, isn’t it the fault of those perverted admins who mistook the pink on the chest area for nipples?”
Honestly, I intentionally drew it that way.
When a shrine maiden outfit was soaked with tentacle slime, it wouldn’t make sense not to have arousing pink nipples.
Not drawing them would be committing a sin against the person who commissioned it, a sin against myself for not drawing them, and a sin against the tentacle that coated the already arousing fox shrine maiden with slime to make her even more arousing.
Why the hell was drawing arousing things a sin?
Sexual desire is one of the three basic human needs, right?
How was satisfying one of the three basic needs grounds for suspension? Besides, that admin bastard definitely enjoyed it too.
“…So they look at everything and then strike with the ban hammer without mercy.”
Truly infuriating, especially when it was a perfect tentacle piece that I drew with such dedication….
After putting in so much effort to make everyone aroused by this tentacle art, I received this…?!
“Fine, if that’s how it’s going to be, I’ll play right on the edge of the regulations. Get ready, admin. After six days, it won’t be easy for you.”
Two mistakes were enough.
Now that I clearly understood how the regulations work, I just needed to have fun playing on that thin line until the admin goes crazy.
“A broadcast where the viewers are satisfied, the admin is satisfied, but I alone am unsatisfied.”
How disappointing.
But what could I do?
On other platforms, I could never draw attention like this with my drawings.
Was I just venting about other broadcasting platforms for a moment?
From the kitchen, I heard the sound of someone roughly chopping something with a knife, going ‘bang! bang!’, and I quietly pulled out the frying pan hidden under my bed to subdue the intruder who had broken into my house.
Thanks to the fox deity’s curse-like blessing, I became a gumiho with animal-like heightened senses, so for someone to come in and cook without me knowing?
This couldn’t possibly be an ordinary person.
As my bald friend had said, either another yokai had come to my house to play pranks, or….
“An exorcist has come to hunt me down.”
With unusual seriousness, I completely masked my presence and approached the intruder cooking in the kitchen, ready to swing my frying pan the moment she turned around.
But….
Clang!!!
My decisive strike was easily blocked by a pink tentacle that appeared out of nowhere, and the intruder turned toward me with a bright smile.
“Oh my, when did you wake up? I didn’t even notice.”
“…Who the hell are you and why are you cooking a delicious soybean paste soup in my house? This is fucking breaking and entering, ahjumma.”
“I’m not an ahjumma! Despite appearances, I’m a promising 23-year-old!”
“There’s a limit to lying if you want me to pretend to believe you, ahjumma. How can that old hag like you be 23?”
Her makeup was thick and outdated, definitely not looking like someone in her 20s.
An awkward hairstyle typical of shamans, unlike other beautifully adorned women.
Looking at this woman with such a terrible appearance claiming to be in her 20s, I advised her with genuine concern.
“First, wipe off that shitty makeup. That thick makeup makes you look 30 years older.”
“…Is it really that bad?”
“Why should I repeat myself? I’m saying it because you really look old. Even my body couldn’t pull off that makeup style and hairstyle.”
Wait, was that right?
If a beautiful fox kemomimi like me or the fox deity were to wear such makeup and work as a shaman….
‘Evil spirit, begone!’
‘Why, why isn’t my spell working? W-why???’
‘N-no! Ah, the evil spirit is entering my body aah♡ Don’t enter my body! N-nooo!!!’
‘Haah?! Haaah!!! This ghost technique is so amaziiing♡ I’m, I’m cummiiiing♡’
Yeah, just thinking about it was already making me wet down there.
It wasn’t the fault of the shaman hairstyle and makeup, just that the original face was faulty.
Fluffy fox ears and a tail on that face? Just imagining it would guarantee happy times for many people.
As I stared at the shaman with a silly grin, she also smiled brightly back at me.
“Seems like you’re having some disrespectful thoughts.”
“It’s your imagination. As if I would?”
“Right? No matter how perverted an artist you are, you wouldn’t have such thoughts about someone right in front of you, heheh….”
As the shaman closed her eyes and let out a creepy laugh, I swung the frying pan I was holding strongly again, but a tentacle from who knows where tightly wrapped around my arm.
“Huh? What the fuck?”
“Tsk, tsk, watch your language.”
“Would you use nice words in this situation? With pink tentacles about to fuck a fox in heat like a dog?”
My body’s current state was already sensitive, and with the heat period overlapping, my entire body was close to being one big weak point.
I’d drip wet and feel pleasure if she was just a little bit more forceful.
In this situation, that slimy tentacle was grabbing my arm?
Haha….
I was getting fucked. 100%, no, 200% chance of getting fucked.
…Fuck, my first experience was going to be with tentacles, not even a human?
No way.
I’d rather do it with that bald bastard than give my first time to such a hideous tentacle.
I gritted my teeth hard to endure the tingling pleasure I felt in my arm.
“…Could you let go of this arm? It’s a bit troublesome being held like this.”
“Sorry, but that’s not possible. If I let go, you’ll swing that frying pan at me.”
“Isn’t that obvious? If a stranger breaks into your home and cooks a delicious soybean paste stew, wouldn’t anyone try to crack their skull first?”
A strange person boldly entered your home and is cooking soybean paste stew.
What would you do?
- Since she’s a woman, declare a sex battle.
- Call the police.
- Crack her skull first, think later.
Wouldn’t anyone in the world choose option C?
Option A had a very high chance of me getting reverse-violated if I made a mistake.
In my current state, whether facing a man or a woman, I would likely “lose” while being called “pathetic.”
So no option A. Moving on to option B.
Would someone who broke into a house allow the homeowner to call the police?
If things go wrong, I might have to eat hospital food instead of that delicious soybean paste stew. The trespasser would do anything to prevent me from contacting the police or emergency services.
Even if that meant doing something R19-rated.
Thus, only one option was left.
Strike first, win first.
“If you were me, you would’ve cracked my skull too, right? First crack it, then if I’m not dead, tie me up and report to the police. ‘There’s a crazy bitch swinging tentacles who broke into my house and is cooking soybean paste stew,’ that’s what anyone would say.”
“You have a point. Thinking about it again, you’re right. But, you know….”
The smiling shaman dropped something like seeds on the floor, and soon, enormous tentacles sprang from below, preparing to violate my body.
“If you fail to crack someone’s head, shouldn’t there be a penalty?”
“…And that penalty is this?”
“Of course! If you failed to crack the head of a tentacle controller, isn’t it ‘common sense’ that you end up starring in your own arousing tentacle video? Haven’t you read tentacle doujins?”
“I acknowledge that’s the norm, but my mind is still male, and….”
I gripped the frying pan with my other hand and struck the tentacle restraining my arm with all my might.
Bang!!!
“I’m the type who likes to watch fox kemomimi getting erotic treatment from tentacles, not the type who wants to experience it myself. Get rid of these things right now!”
I spoke to the not-really-a-shaman shaman with an annoyed voice, but she instead stomped her feet in excitement and showed a face immersed in happiness.
“Haah… Haah…. You know that thing where a TS cheonho1 girl gets erotic treatment from tentacles and eventually acknowledges that she’s a female? I think that’s the most arousing thing in existence!”
She made a face immersed in madness.
The face of a woman crazy about TS and tentacles!!!
NoBuenot
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