episode_0022

I had a dream.

A dream where my house was destroyed by numerous tentacles, I was kidnapped and violated, and eventually died a miserable death.

It was such a realistic and disgusting dream that I kicked off my blanket and woke up.

“Ugh… damn it…”

Was it because of the violated fox priestess and the broadcasting ban that I had such a messed up dream? It couldn’t possibly be anything else.

My soft and squishy breasts were deformed by the tentacles in various ways, and my lower body was in a state of fainting…

“All because of mating season.”

Yes, it was all because of mating season.

The reason for having such a strange and vulgar dream was because of mating season!

If it wasn’t mating season, I wouldn’t have dreamt such an erotic dream.

I wouldn’t have been momentarily captivated by my friend’s male pheromones, and I wouldn’t have missed out on half of my happy time…

Well, let’s make an exception for the happy time, but anyway.

I woke up from this insane dream to find that the sun was already high in the sky.

I could hear the bustling sounds from the kitchen, just like in my dream.

“…Could it be a premonition?”

What should I do if that crazy tentacle shaman from my dream is in the kitchen? How should I handle this?

In my dream, my trusty weapon, the frying pan, was completely ineffective.

None of the knives worked, and even the chair leg that could be considered a blunt weapon was useless.

The tentacles were the worst possible match for me, as they were only vulnerable to physical attacks.

And with the added disadvantage of being in heat, I concluded that I could never defeat them.

But seriously, the dream felt so vivid, could it have actually happened?

I briefly considered it, but the thought was quickly dismissed as the house in the dream was in such a pristine condition compared to the destroyed one I would have to move out of.

Yes, it must be because it was such a rare lucid dream that the memory lingered.

I cautiously grabbed a frying pan from under the bed and made my way to the kitchen, where I carefully placed it on the table upon seeing the figure cooking.

“What, it’s you cooking?”

“Why are you picking a fight as soon as you wake up? Can’t I cook something?”

“No… it’s not that, why are you cooking in someone else’s kitchen? You have your own fancy place to cook, with plenty of ingredients.”

“I’m cooking to fill your stomach that hasn’t had anything to eat for a day, so stop bothering me and go jerk off or something.”

As my friend grumbled with a furrowed brow, I opened my mouth with a question.

“You haven’t eaten anything for a whole day? That’s hard to believe.”

“I slept for over 24 hours, so of course I didn’t eat, idiot. Isn’t that like the post-coital lethargy where you can’t do anything and just fall asleep after holding back?”

“It makes sense, but I don’t want to admit it. Anyway, I’m so damn hungry, is it because I didn’t eat anything for a day? So what’s on the menu for breakfast today?”

“I prepared a simple brunch. Toast with strawberry jam, fried eggs with sausages. I grabbed a random cider from the fridge for a drink.”

“Throw away the cider. It’s been months since I drank that.”

“Oh, did the cider ferment for a few months in your belly button? Can’t handle that?”

“It hasn’t even been a month since it changed, you idiot. Were you really gay?”

As I glared at him with contempt, he blushed and looked away.

“This is rewarding.”

“You crazy bastard.”

“No, maybe I should switch to a performance of contempt like last time? Then I can really lick the soles of your feet.”

“For the love of god, can you just kill yourself? I’m disgusted by the fact that you’re my ballsack buddy.”

“From the disdainful gaze to the curses, ugh… it’s disgusting, but I ended up getting ‘excited,’ what the hell?”

I feel like I’m losing my mind.

What are the heavens and the underworld king doing right now? They’re not catching that crazy pervert.

As I looked at him with a pitiful gaze, I could hear the voices of two elderly men with tinnitus-like voices.

“In heaven, we don’t deal with perverted bastards like that. Send him to hell.”

“Hell is for sinners in life, not for crazy bastards like him. Just send him to heaven.”

“Hell!”

“Heaven!!!”

Look, even God and the underworld king are rejecting that crazy bastard.

After he dies, will there be nowhere for him to go and wander around?

…It’s possible.

No way? It’s not just a possibility, it’s really high.

That bastard’s abnormal sexual desire is even beyond what succubi and virgin ghosts can handle.

After pondering, I cautiously asked him while eating the brunch my friend brought me.

“I’m asking seriously, when are you going to commit suicide?”

—–

The mating season begins and it’s been a week.

For me, who has been suppressing my endless sexual desire, I finally started to see hallucinations.

What does that mean?

“That… that’s not the hole to put it in…!!! Take… take it out!!!”

“Hehe… fits perfectly. There’s no shortage even if I say it’s mine.”

“Ah, no… not as big as this hole…!”

“Swallow it to the end! Swallow it to the root! Ahahaha!!!”

What comes to mind when you hear this conversation?

A couple enjoying anal sex?

Or a woman trying to protect something precious while being sexually assaulted by a rapist?

If you thought of those, you can be considered a normal sexual person.

Why?

Because what I’m seeing right now is a perfect abnormal sexual desire that normal sexual people can’t even imagine.

So, the beings having that conversation are none other than Sharpshim and Sharpda.

Surprised?

I was surprised too.

Seeing such a bastard and feeling itchy between my legs, I was surprised myself.

“I feel like… I’m losing my mind…”

Did someone cast a hallucination spell or magic on me?

Or did the fox goddess play a trick to solve my mating season?

With a suspicious mind, I glared at the fox goddess, but she just looked clueless and stared back at me.

– Why are you like this? Do you have something to see me for again?

“No, it doesn’t seem like you. The useless fox goddess wouldn’t cast a hallucination spell on me.”

– …Suddenly calling me for an attack on my person. Were you that bored doing nothing?

“It’s better than a pregnancy attack, you bitch. Be grateful that I only attacked your person.”

– I think a pregnancy attack is better than a personal attack. And you don’t even have a weapon for a pregnancy attack, do you?

I gave and received.

That bitch, taking my siege weapon and blabbering like that.

“I’m serious, if you ever find a body, I’ll devour you even if I have to use a penknife. No matter what happens, I will.”

– Oh, you’ve been living with no experience of being dominated. Will you come to your senses if you end up being dominated?

“I’ve only seen a few techniques in R-rated manga, why would I let myself be dominated by you? Being dominated by a woman as a man is the ultimate shame, if I give you the upper hand, I’m a dog, a dog.”

– You’re already a dog. Well, fine. It wouldn’t be bad for me to personally turn you into a ‘bitch.’

As the fox goddess finished speaking, I felt something draining from my body, and soon a strong sense of exhaustion came over me, and I collapsed on the floor.

“What, what’s going on all of a sudden… Why, why can’t I muster any strength?”

“It’s because you’ve . The reason you’re feeling drained is because you used too much spiritual power while .”

Forced to move my unmoving body in response to the enchanting voice coming from behind, I turned around to see the fox god, whom I had only seen in a spiritual state, standing before me in the flesh.

“I didn’t realize it in my spiritual state, but judging by the lewd and vulgar scent emanating from the room, you might as well be a ‘bitch’.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! It’s just because I’m in heat right now, normally…”

“Even before being in heat, didn’t you enjoy your alone time? Shall I repeat the vulgar words you said in the past through the mouth of the princess?”

Is the fox truly a mysterious creature?

Unlike a plain fox like me, the real nine-tailed fox goddess exuded a dangerous level of allure and charm, unknowingly captivating my heart more and more.

I need to snap out of it, but I can’t seem to regain my composure.

Would only a gay man be able to maintain his composure even after seeing that alluring figure?

No? Even a gay man would likely abandon his gayness and turn into a heterosexual driven by lust upon witnessing that seductive appearance.

Struggling to control my boiling desire, I looked at the fox goddess, who covered her mouth and laughed as if amused.

“As expected, you’re quite amusing. Most humans, regardless of age or gender, go crazy just by looking at my body and are driven to desire it, but you, who desire me more than anyone else, are able to resist.”

“Isn’t that natural? It’s better to enjoy that body to the fullest while maintaining sanity, rather than going crazy and not feeling it properly, right?”

“Haha… You’re right. Your words are correct, but.”

Approaching me, who couldn’t move a muscle, the fox goddess pierced my lower abdomen with her index finger and said,

“It seems like you will take the lead in our union in the distant future.”

At that moment, my lower abdomen made a rumbling sound.

My mind went blank.