episode_0019

The morning after successfully ending the broadcast with a donation of 270,000 won.

I heaved a sigh of relief as soon as I opened my eyes and saw the smooth arms in front of me.

“You’ve returned to Mimi again.”

From a state that could be considered delusional, I had confidently returned to a state that anyone could say was delusional.

Maybe yesterday’s delusion wasn’t just a dream?

Carefully turning on the broadcast with a sense of unease, I threw my phone onto the blanket when I saw the broadcast warning message in front of me.

“…Another defeat.”

I lost.

I thought I was doing well with the tightrope walking, and I was confident, but I couldn’t resist adding pink when drawing a wet miko outfit, resulting in a broadcast ban.

“That’s why they say those who are quick-witted don’t do well… Or is it the fault of the lewd administrators who mistook pink on the chest for nipples?”

Honestly, I did aim for it.

The miko outfit was covered in tentacle mucus, so it wouldn’t make sense not to have the pink nipples that induce lust.

Not drawing it would be a sin against the person who requested the commission, a sin against myself for not drawing it, and a sin against the tentacles covered in mucus to make the already delusional fox spirit even more delusional.

…I don’t understand.

Why is it a sin to draw something delusional?

After all, sexual desire is one of the three major human desires, right?

Why is fulfilling one of the three major desires a reason for suspension? Besides, Administrator, you enjoyed it too, didn’t you?

“…I’ll show everything and ban it mercilessly.”

It’s really frustrating.

I drew a perfect tentacle piece with what intentions…

How hard did everyone try to make this tentacle piece delusional…!

“Alright, since it’s come to this, let’s play on the loophole of the regulations. Be prepared, Administrator. It won’t be easy from 6 days later.”

Two mistakes are enough.

Now that I know how the regulations work, I can enjoy playing on the edge of the rules until the Administrator’s true colors are revealed.

“A broadcast that satisfies the viewers and the Administrator but leaves me dissatisfied alone.”

It’s regrettable.

But what can I do?

If I go to another platform, I can’t stir up trouble by drawing like this.

Was I complaining about other broadcast platforms for a moment?

From the kitchen, the sound of chopping something roughly with a knife rang out, and I quietly took out the frying pan hidden under the bed to subdue the intruder who had entered my house.

Becoming a celestial fox due to a curse like a blessing, all my senses have become as sensitive as an animal’s, so someone came in and cooked without me knowing?

It couldn’t be an ordinary person.

As my bald friend – Hyuk-jin said, another yokai came to my house to play tricks, or…

“A shaman has come to exorcise me, a gumiho.”

Approaching the intruder in the kitchen with a serious expression, completely concealing my presence, I quickly swung the frying pan when she turned around.

But.

Bam!

My decisive blow was easily blocked by a pink tentacle that appeared out of nowhere, and the intruder turned back to me with a bright smile.

“Oh, when did you wake up? I didn’t even know you were up.”

“…Who the hell are you and why are you making delicious soybean paste stew in our house? This is trespassing, lady.”

“I’m not a lady! Can’t you see I’m a vibrant twenty-three-year-old!”

“Even if it’s a lie, you should at least pretend to believe it, ajumma. How can that old-looking face be only twenty-three?”

The outdated and heavy makeup that could never pass for someone in their twenties.

A peculiarly awkward hairstyle unique to shamans, unlike the beautifully styled women around her.

Seeing a woman claiming to be in her twenties with such a dreadful appearance, I couldn’t help but worry about her from the bottom of my heart.

“Let’s start by removing that crappy makeup. You look like you’ve aged 30 years because of that heavy makeup.”

“…Is it really that bad?”

“Why do I have to tell you twice? I’m telling you because you really look old. Your makeup and hairstyle are unbearable even for a scarecrow like me.”

No, that can’t be right.

If someone as beautiful as a fox spirit were to do shamanic work with such makeup…

‘Begone, evil spirit!’

‘Why, why isn’t the spell working? Why???’

‘Oh no! Oh, the evil spirit is entering my body! Don’t come into my body! No, I don’t like it!!!’

‘Haah?! Haaheuk!!! The ghost technique is amazing♡ G-gooood♡’

Just imagining it already makes the water flow downwards.

It’s not the fault of the shamanic hairstyle and makeup.

It’s just a mistake in the design.

If that face had fluffy fox ears and a tail attached to it? Just imagining it could have brought joy to many people?

As I stared at the shaman in front of me with a wry smile, she also smiled brightly back at me.

“It seems like you’re thinking something disrespectful.”

“It’s just my mood, could it be otherwise?”

“Is that so? Even if you’re a mischievous troublemaker, you wouldn’t think such disrespectful thoughts in front of a person… Hoho.”

As the shaman closed her eyes and let out a dark chuckle, I swung the frying pan I was holding once again, but an unknown tentacle wrapped tightly around my arm.

“Oh? Damn it?”

“Oh, be nice.”

“Do you really think nice words would come out of you in this situation? A pink, horny tentacle is about to devour a fox in heat, and you’re being nice?”

My body is already sensitive, with the heat of arousal overlapping, making me vulnerable.

If that slimy tentacle holding my arm right now? This is…

I’ll be devoured. 100%, no? 200% chance of being devoured.

…Damn it, my first experience is with a tentacle, not a person?

Absolutely not.

I’d rather do it with that bald guy, rather than giving my first experience to such a grotesque tentacle.

I grit my teeth to endure the tingling pleasure I feel on my arm.

“…Can you let go of this arm? It’s a bit awkward being held like this.”

“I’m sorry, but that doesn’t seem possible. If I let go, you’ll swing that frying pan at me.”

“Isn’t that obvious? If a stranger breaks into someone’s house and starts cooking a delicious soybean paste stew, wouldn’t everyone try to break the pot?”

A strange person has boldly entered the house and is cooking soybean paste stew.

What would you do in that situation?

1) Declare a Yas Battle because she’s a woman.

2) Since she’s suspicious, report her.

3) Smash the pot first, think later.

No one in the world would choose option 3, right?

Option 1 would most likely lead to me being counter-attacked and humiliated.

My body is vulnerable due to arousal, whether facing a man or a woman, there’s a high chance of hearing ‘incompetent’ and ‘defeat.’

So, option 1 is a pass. Let’s move on to option 2.

Would the intruder in the house allow the homeowner to call the police?

If things go wrong, I’ll have to eat plain rice in prison instead of enjoying a delicious soybean paste stew, right?

I will do whatever it takes to prevent you from contacting the police or 911.

Even if that means resorting to R-rated methods.

So, there’s only one option left now.

Preemptive strike.

As soon as I see you, I’ll smash the pot first.

“If you were in my shoes, wouldn’t you smash the pot first? If you’re still alive, you can call the police and say, ‘A crazy woman wielding tentacles broke into my house and is cooking soybean paste stew.’”

“You have a point. Upon further consideration, you’re right. But…”

When the smiling shaman dropped a seed-like object on the ground, a massive tentacle sprang out from below, ready to ravage my body.

“If you fail to break someone’s head, there should be consequences, right?”

“…Are the consequences being caught by a tentacle and subjected to erotic acts?”

“Of course! If you fail to break a tentacle operator’s head, isn’t it common sense to be exposed to erotic acts by the tentacle itself? Most R-rated tentacle manga progress in that way, right?”

“I acknowledge the common sense, but I’m still a man, you know? And…”

With one hand holding the frying pan, I swung with all my might towards the tentacle restraining my arm.

Thud!!!

“I’d rather watch a fox spirit being subjected to erotic acts by a tentacle than experience it myself. So get rid of those damn tentacles, quickly.”

I said in an irritated tone to the shaman who didn’t look like a shaman at all, but instead, she just giggled happily and showed a blissful expression.

“Haa… Haa… You know that situation where a TS fox spirit ends up admitting that she’s a female while being subjected to erotic acts by a tentacle… I think it’s more embarrassing than any other situation, don’t you think?”

Let me correct that.

That’s just the face of a woman obsessed with madness.

Just a face of a woman obsessed with TS and tentacles!!!