episode_0063

Dang. Dang. Dang.

The profound yet clear sound of the bell rings throughout the place.

Instead of the disgusting chickens found in the city, white pigeons that seem to come only from fantasy decorate the sky, and people’s loud applause is heard along with the sound of bells.

Where else is this? I was obviously lying in bed watching the Fox Beast Man Pure Love manga, but why did I suddenly end up in such a strange place?

I took a deep breath to calm my confused mind, and slowly looked down to see that I was wearing a pure white wedding dress.

“What the fuck is this?”

Wasn’t I wearing an oversized sweat top and dolphin pants? When did you change into your wedding dress?

When I saw the beautifully dressed wedding dress, my mind, which I had managed to calm down, was once again filled with confusion, and as I looked around to somehow understand the situation, I saw my friend in a well-dressed suit approaching me.

“What’s wrong, what’s wrong?”

Instead of the original sharp voice, it is a sweet yet soulful voice that seems to whisper love.

I felt a strange feeling for a moment due to his attitude, and I shouted hysterically to erase the feeling.

“Hey, fuck. What is this situation now?”

“What is the situation?”

“Why are you wearing a suit and why am I wearing a wedding dress? Please explain the situation in detail.”

When I growled and spoke harshly, he looked at me with puzzled eyes, then smiled and stroked my head.

“Why, today is our wedding day.”

“What?”

“It’s the wedding day. So I would wear a suit and you would wear a wedding dress, right? By any chance, do you want to do a situational comedy here too?”

…marriage?

I.

With that bastard?

Are you crazy?

Confusion piles on top of confusion, and confusion piles on top of that confusion, and the thinking circuit begins to break down.

When did you even get married? Surely they didn’t give the female any room for corruption?

Didn’t you try to distance yourself from that bastard by ostracizing, swearing, and despising him?

Why, why on earth did I become a female degenerate?

Could it be that he was forcing himself to use his damaged thinking circuit to solve the questions due to the endless questions?

He came closer to me with a worried look on his face, grabbed my face, and forced me to make eye contact.

Then, he closed his eyes and tried to place his lips on mine.

no.

You have to resist.

I don’t like that bastard.

But why can’t I resist?

Damn body, please move!

I repeated this to myself several times and tried to move my body, but as expected, my body did not move at all.

In the end, his mouth was almost touching my mouth.

“No, blah blah!!!”

Fortunately, my eyes opened.

Tweet Tweet!!!

The lively hum of a sparrow heralding the morning.

And then, the warm sunlight hitting my eyes, telling me to wake up from my dream.

I felt cold sweat running down my back and slowly caught my breath.

“I’m glad it was a dream, really.”

It felt so real that it was a fucking dream.

Really, it’s a dream I never want to dream again.

Doesn’t it make sense that I would marry that bastard and whisper love into his ear?

I shook my head to shake off the memory of the dream, and then gently waggled my sweet tail to let him know that I was feeling anxious.

but.

“Where has this bastard gone?”

Strangely enough, I felt a strong sense of emptiness due to the presence of this guy that I could not feel from any tail.

Do you feel empty after only being together for one day? Are you really feeling sorry for not having that bastard?

“That can’t be possible.”

It’s so empty and disappointing, it doesn’t make sense. This just disappears without saying a word, making me wonder.

That’s right, I’m actually a person who likes to be alone. Even without him, I don’t feel empty at all.

It’s rather comfortable.

“Anyway, where did this guy really go? If you’re going somewhere, you should at least say something.”

I smelled the lingering scent on its tail to guess when it had left, and I could tell from the faint lingering scent that it had been longer than I thought since it left home.

I guess it was about 4 or 5 hours? Even though it was 4 hours ago, it was early morning. What was this guy doing out in the early morning?

I thought he might have left a note, so I rubbed my eyes and got up and went out to the kitchen, and a note that looked like it had been written by him caught my eye.

“Surely, this bastard isn’t saying he’ll come back in a few days like the fox god?”

I calmly began to read the letter he had written.

A truly simple note, but at the same time, it brings peace of mind.

I sighed in relief and put the note back on the table.

“If it’s been more than 5 hours, it’s not just a moment, you bastard.”

Is 5 hours the norm for this kid? If you say ‘in a little while’ it will take a very long time.

After deciding to give my friend a double kiss when he returns, I was checking the list of commissions I had to draw today when I heard an alarm on my smartphone informing me that a message had arrived.

Who is it at this hour?

The only person to contact is the editor, but was editing originally something that could be done in a day or two?

When I checked my phone with doubts, I received a message from the Nokol editor, confirming that my prediction was correct.

The editor spoke calmly and sent me an edited version of the replay to be uploaded to LaTube, and I began to calmly watch the video she sent.

[This might be possible because there are few viewers. Now, everyone, please name each tag.]

The first broadcast’s absurd remarks come out as soon as you press the play button.

As soon as I heard that outrageous remark, I almost got PTSD, but I was able to calm down as the exciting intro song played right away.

That’s always a dark story.

I shouldn’t have saved the replay, really.

I watched the entire edited video, swearing at my past self, who hosted the first broadcast like an asshole, and my past self, who was begging Halo Streaming to save the replay.

They gave a standing ovation and confirmed the editor’s excellent editing sense.

I messaged him to take it easy, but our old editor didn’t reply, probably because he had already gone off to edit. In the end, with nothing else to do, I started looking at the commission list and checking the commissions I would take on today.

“Let’s see, the person I need to draw today… is the person who applied for more than 6 sexual images alone. What kind of sexual desire meme am I going to apply for today?”

I wish it wasn’t just about sexual desire that’s so hard.

Reminiscing about the paintings that the commission applicant had commissioned, I sent a message to the commission applicant.

Wear a choker like a dog leash with a wedding dress that is a symbol of pure love.

This can honestly be said to be hard, but considering the applicant’s past history, this seemed like a normal sexual desire.

“No, compared to other applicants, this is a normal sexual desire. Obedience Training Corruption Sun-ae is a normal sexual desire, and Sun-ae is right.

by the way.

“…Why the fuck am I trying to draw a picture, but I remember the content of my dream?”

As I try to draw the rough outline of the storyboard, I remember the dream I had a while ago and it bothers me.

Me wearing a wedding dress. And, he came towards me wearing a suit–

“Damn.”

Kwaang!!!

I slammed my head against the desk as hard as I could to erase the dream from my mind, threw the pen on the desk, and sent a message to the commission applicant.

After legally getting permission to be late from the commission applicant, I threw myself on the bed and immediately closed my eyes to get some sleep.

When I wake up, I desperately hope that the content of that damn dream has been forgotten.