episode_0043

Veins bulging.

Body flushed red.

For some reason, my friend was in agony, clutching his smooth scalp.

“Damn it… What the hell did you do, you crazy woman! What kind of seduction is this… Ugh…”

“Seduction my ass. What are you doing? You’ve got nothing, why are you putting on a show by yourself?”

“A show… You damn woman… It’s all because of you.”

My friend, now sweating cold, began to crawl on the floor, and as I approached him with concern, he recoiled from me.

“If you don’t want to be screwed, you better stay away from me, this is not a joke, it’s serious.”

“No, you idiot, you need to understand the situation first! Just because you talk like a damn middle schooler, ‘If you come near me, you’ll get screwed.’ How am I supposed to know?”

“Then change your damn attitude, in my opinion, this situation arose because of your damn form?”

Struggling with the unknown, he boldly stated his preferences.

A truly remarkable guy.

I feel genuinely sorry for calling him a fashion parasite.

Referring to someone who never changes their preferences in the face of any pain or adversity as ‘fake’ rather than ‘real’, how bad must he have felt?

Feeling guilty, I ignored the warning and took a few steps closer to him to apologize, and at that moment.

Whoosh!

“What…?”

In an instant, the scene changed, and my friend, who was just groaning in pain moments ago, was now on top of me, staring at me with lustful eyes.

Not his usual half-lust, half-joking face, but the face of a horny male filled with desire.

I shouted urgently, fearing that I might actually be violated.

“You, you crazy bastard! This is a crime!!! Rape is not love, it’s a serious crime! Rape is not love!!!”

“Sex under mutual agreement is not rape, you stupid woman.”

“Did I agree? Did I give you permission to screw me? You trash rapist!”

Trying to stop him with every curse I could think of, he continued to approach me without any regard.

“I clearly said, if you don’t want to be screwed, don’t come near me. But since you did, I guess that’s considered permission, right?”

“No! I was just worried about you…!”

“Worried? Does someone who claims to be worried usually carry a frying pan around and hit people with it? Makes perfect sense.”

With a mocking expression, my friend had now reached my face, gripping both my cheeks with his iron-like hands.

“I said I wanted to screw you, just saying I want to screw you, did it seem like a joke?”

“Uh… uh…”

“What’s wrong? If you thought it was wrong, you wouldn’t have come near me in the first place.”

He chuckled.

His face overlapped with that of a successful predator who had caught his prey.

Is this really happening?

No, I don’t want it to happen. I have to resist somehow.

I have to resist, but…

Why can’t I muster any strength in my body?

When did I lose my strength?

Was it from the moment I allowed my friend to approach me?

Yes, it was definitely then.

The moment his hand touched my body, I started losing strength, and when his hand gripped my cheeks, I was completely powerless.

Did he use some kind of magic? If he didn’t use magic, this situation makes no sense at all. Before it escalates into a crime, I should at least ask.

I cautiously approached him, trembling with fear, and spoke to him carefully.

“Umm… C-could I ask you something…?”

“Go ahead, we have plenty of time anyway.”

Surprisingly, my friend released his hands that were holding my cheeks, and as I finally regained control of my face, I looked at him with a gaze mixed with disgust and asked him a question.

“Did you put some kind of spell on me?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Don’t lie to me. There’s no way I would feel weak and powerless when you touch me unless it’s a spell. Tell me the truth, did you put a spell on me?”

It’s inexplicable without a spell.

I’ve never felt this powerless when in contact with him before.

If that mischievous furball had put a spell on me without my knowledge, it would make sense.

As I thought about it and glared at him, he looked at me with a puzzled expression and burst into laughter.

“A spell? Hah… Why would I need to use a spell when I can just use your pure physical form to achieve these results?”

“You… didn’t use a spell?”

“No, I didn’t. From what I can see, the reason you feel weak might be something else.”

My mischievous friend chuckled and placed his hand on my abdomen, gently caressing it as if touching something precious.

And then.

“Ugh?!”

My vision flashed before experiencing a moment of unconsciousness.

What is this? My body… doesn’t feel like my own.

It feels like I’ve become a fool.

…This is dangerous.

I have to find a way to get out of this situation, or else… I might truly become a female fox.

As I tried to resist and break free once again, my body felt even weaker than before.

Especially, there was no strength in my abdomen and legs.

Perhaps it was because of the touch of my friend who had been gently stroking my abdomen.

My futile struggles were met with mocking laughter from my friend.

He stopped caressing my abdomen and whispered quietly to me, who was exhausted.

“In my opinion, it seems like the instinct to mate with a strong male has rendered your body powerless. Even if your mind resists, your body has already surrendered.”

“Don’t spout lines that sound like they came from an R-rated manga, you… fashionable furball.”

As I spoke to him while trembling with pleasure, he removed his hand from my body as if feeling unjust.

And then, he began to explain with a sigh of frustration.

“I’m sorry, but this is all your fault. Because of you, I couldn’t control myself.”

“Have you ever heard of a rapist blaming the victim for seducing them first, instead of admitting they were the ones who couldn’t control themselves? Is this guy a rapist?”

“For now, shut up and try to release this ‘spell.’ It’s just releasing some sexual tension to keep me sane, but if you wait a bit longer, I might actually end up raping you.”

Soon, my friend grabbed the back of his neck and complained of dizziness and a headache, so I asked the fox god to release the ‘spell.’

“Please release this, he seems to be struggling because of it.”

– I want to watch a little longer… If I stay a little longer, I might really turn into a female…

“That’s cheating, you idiot. Quickly turn him back to his original form.”

As I pressured the fox god with a stern gaze, he reluctantly waved his hands and turned me back to my original form.

Only then did the alluring tails and fluffy ears reappear.

I approached the furball again to confirm if it had really gotten better, but without hesitation, it ran out as soon as it saw me.

It says it’ll be okay if it goes back to its original self, this furball.

Why did it suddenly run out?

As I stood there staring at the door through which it had left with a blank expression, my phone kept buzzing with notifications.

What did it send? Did it beg me not to report it to the police?

I slowly began to read the text message it had sent.

…It was a very serious and uncharacteristic set of words.

Damn bastard, really a fucking bastard.

“I can’t get angry like this, you piece of shit…”

Rubbing and groping as you please, what are you trying to do now?

If you want revenge, just let me know? You’ll cut off a finger or a hand?

“You better know that I let you off because it was me, if someone who didn’t know you were a furball saw you, you’d be in jail right away.”

I ranted at my friend who had left the house as he pleased, and after cursing for two hours, exhausted, I collapsed on the bed.

“Now what do I do? If what that bastard said is true, I can’t use the ‘miracle’ to find the house.”

– What a shame. It’s not something you can handle on your own, there are side effects that affect others.

“Fox god, you knew, didn’t you? And earlier, you deliberately didn’t release it, right?”

– How could I? The lady clearly said she didn’t know what the side effects were. And if she had released it in that situation, wouldn’t it have been the end today?

The fox god vented his frustration, and all the words he spat out were true, so I sighed and issued a temporary ban on the fox god.

“Sorry, just go out for a moment. I want to be alone now.”

– …Is something wrong?

“I said I want to be alone.”

As I covered myself with the blanket and hid my body, the fox god shook his head and left without a word, and I, confirming that the fox god had left, cautiously wrapped my lower abdomen.

The pleasure that I felt tickling under the touch of his hand still lingered.

Should I sleep like this without feeling uncomfortable?

…You bastard, I really didn’t want to do it today.

It’s all your fault, furball.

“Ugh…♡”

It’s late evening.

I decided that it wouldn’t matter if I had a good time.

I slowly began to explore my body.