episode_0044

I didn’t think much about enjoying the crazy happy time yesterday, but after a good night’s sleep and waking up to a refreshing morning, I realized that I was screwed.

“…The only way to go home is gone.”

Today is the day my parents told me to come home, but the despairing fact is that there is no way to go home.

Originally, I was planning to use the ‘Yohang’ under the help of the Fox God to go, but judging by the reaction my friend showed yesterday, it was definitely impossible.

It showed such a tremendous effect that even a true furry bug that can’t even get an erection without fur was temporarily turned into a normal libido person, but would this apply to an ordinary person?

The situation is definitely heading towards a disaster.

Maybe I’ll be harassed everywhere I go like in erotic novels.

Being pushed here and there.

In the end, unable to forget the taste of a man, becoming a body that can’t live without a man.

It’s embarrassing to call it a female corruption. Yes, because the fox will repent, it will end up as a female corruption.

You might think this delusion is too extreme, but this is definitely the truth.

This Gumiho’s body is so sensitive that even a slight pleasure makes my mind momentarily go white.

At some point, when moisture gathers in the lower abdomen.

“But, how can I really go home? If I don’t go today, I’m really screwed…”

Nervously biting my nails to express my anxiety, I finally cautiously posted on a community site to borrow the power of collective intelligence.

Collective intelligence usually doesn’t have good results, but sometimes. Very rarely, it produces excellent results.

[If, I mean, if.]

Author: ㅇㅇ(223.39)

If you were the only one of your kind in modern times and had to go to a certain place, what method would you use?

With strong characteristics that make your existence visible, the moment you enter the experiment, you will never come out of the lab for the rest of your life.

There is no option not to go out, you must go out. What will you do?

After writing the entire post and hitting enter, notifications started popping up that comments were posted.

Indeed, what choices did these idlers make?

[NTR is the truth: Sex]

ㄴ[Mesgakichamgyoeducationbreedingpress: View]

ㄴ[NTR is the truth: Juji]

[Softfluffysoftmilkydispenser: Mol?ru]

ㄴ[ㅇㅇ(229.39): If you don’t know, find out, you bastard]

ㄴ[Softfluffysoftmilkydispenser: (Roughly, now is not the time, con)

[ㅇㅇ(218.36): I don’t know what it is, but it’s a damn delusional pervert]

ㄴ[ㅇㅇ(229.39): So what do you think we should do? Tell me the answer]

ㄴ[ㅇㅇ(218.36): Why are you thinking that shit, you perverted bastard ㅋㅋ Instead of thinking about that, go kill yourself ㅋㅋㅋ]

ㄴ[Elfchoidutwolking: As expected, the big problem is Yudong…]

ㄴ[Suctionlove: Yudong’s left jab ㅋㅋㅋ]

The situation seemed to have worsened, they were absolutely no help at all.

They were completely useless.

I shouldn’t have asked, damn it.

Regretting my completely screwed situation, I was probably hugging my soft, fluffy, and tempting tail to heal.

Fortunately, there was at least one normal person who left a fairly plausible answer.

[Kidnappingimprisonmentcuttingpinchlove: Can you receive help from someone else? Just need to move somewhere else?]

ㄴ[ㅇㅇ(229.39): Just move without getting caught]

[Kidnapping, Detainment, Severance, Obsession, and Affection: So, I just have to get inside a really big delivery box or a suitcase and have someone else move me. Just need to move, right?]

The power of group intelligence is truly remarkable.

Is this why I can’t quit community sites?

Leaving a thankful emoji for the person who provided a great solution, I immediately called my older sister.

“Sis.”

[Where are you right now? It’s almost lunchtime, why aren’t you back yet?]

“I’m still at home, but I have something to tell you.”

[You’re not trying to bail out, are you? If that’s the case, you’re dead meat. Mom is preparing dinner for you because you’re coming back. She’s really going all out.]

Even though my sister spoke in a chilling tone as if threatening to tear me apart if I didn’t show up, I calmly replied, suppressing the rising fear.

“I might not be able to make it, I found a way but it was full of flaws.”

[So, you can’t come because there’s no way?]

“No, it’s not like that. If you help me, it seems quite possible.”

I explained the method I had come up with in my head to my sister, and she responded.

[Are you crazy? Asking to be put in a delivery box and sent home?]

Naturally, she showed a reaction of disbelief.

But what can I do? There’s no other method that comes to mind right now, what should I do?

Honestly, it’s a simple yet effective method, isn’t it?

Without involving anyone else.

I confidently pressured my sister.

“If you have a better way than this, tell me. A way to get to our hometown without being noticed by people.”

[…Just say you were cosplaying and came home, can’t you do that? It’s such a hassle to come pick you up.]

“People will totally believe that I was cosplaying. How can any model’s tail sway so naturally like this? Moreover, does a model’s tail feel this tempting, soft, warm, fluffy, and curly? Are you really comparing my attractive tail to that trash?”

[You’re really fixated on your tail… Well, that tail is kind of attractive. I’ll get ready and come pick you up, it might take about an hour and a half to get there.]

“I’ll be waiting in my outfit, sis! Take your time!”

With a sigh, my sister hung up the phone, and I immediately started showering while waiting for her.

If I don’t wash up now, I won’t be able to dry all my tail hairs before my sister arrives.

…As a gumiho, everything is fine except for washing and drying, it’s so annoying.

—–

After finishing my shower and delicately drying the last of my tail, I heard a squeaking sound and the door opened as my sister walked in.

My sister looked at me with a pitiful gaze as I diligently dried my tail with a hairdryer.

Feeling bad from her gaze, I immediately retorted and yelled.

“Drying this tail is so damn hard, you know? If you don’t dry it delicately, it’ll smell like dog fur!”

“Who are you talking to? And didn’t I tell you to be ready before I come?”

“That’s why I told you to come slowly! Drying the ears and tail takes a really long time! It’s your fault for coming too early!”

“Blaming others… Fine, give it here, I’ll dry it for you.”

My sister took the hairdryer and started roughly drying my alluring tail, and I panicked and snatched the hairdryer and tail away from her.

“If you do it like this, all the tail hairs will get damaged! If you don’t handle it delicately and gently, they’ll all get tangled like baduk pieces!”

“Geez, the kid who usually dries their hair carelessly is getting all worked up over a few tails.”

“Tightening the tail is not a trivial matter, it’s a serious business!”

In the end, my sister raised her hands as if to say she would no longer interfere with my tail, and I started to carefully groom the messy tail fur with a frown on my face.

After 15 minutes had passed, I neatly groomed the last tail and smiled satisfactorily, calmly explaining to my sister the reason why I couldn’t go home.

“So, I can return to my human form, but the method is too risky?”

“Yeah, yesterday Hyukjin almost saw me transform and almost got eaten as a result. The little furball is crazy enough to jump around, so how would normal people react?”

At least my buddy understands, but if it were a stranger, they might have lived their whole life hating men.

Already a shut-in, if they developed a hatred for men, would they never leave the house?

As I carefully brushed my tail, my sister, with a curious look on her face, said to me, “Try transforming for a moment, let me see how it is.”

“No matter how much I like yuri, I don’t want to be viewed as incestuous, right? And I don’t want to be viewed with a pretty girl, I don’t want to be viewed with a gorilla like you.”

He also said he didn’t want to be with a chicken coop-smelling ajumma.

It’s the same thing, sister.

But the effect of the ‘fact’ that makes your heart ache and your insides feel suffocated was tremendous.

Upon hearing the word ‘gorilla,’ my sister began to express her anger.

“What, gorilla? Do you really want to die before going home?”

“No, it’s a valid point! Why are you getting mad! Do you think it’s common for a 3 to 400-year-old woman in the world?!”

“Shut up, you punk!!!”

Thud!!!

“Aaah!!!”

Unable to control her anger, my sister delivered a powerful blow to my forehead, and I writhed in pain on the ground.

It hurts.

It feels like my skull has been completely shattered.

Am I still alive right now?

Such an ignorant woman.

A gorilla like the ones in the African Sahara desert.

A dirty, strong woman who takes after her hellish father.

With tears streaming down my face from the intense pain in my forehead, I glared nervously at my sister, but she pulled out her fist again and sternly said, “Do you want another punch?”

…No.

Thud.