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Was she drawing commission art to ignore the nonsensical conversation between her testicle friend and her mom?

Before I knew it, it seemed like the conversation had come to an end, as my mom sat next to me and started watching me draw.

Of course, she was poking her face into my thick and fluffy tail.

“Hehe… drawing something normal today?”

“I draw plenty of normal stuff too, you know? People would think I only draw weird stuff if they heard you.”

“But on the show, you always drew weird stuff, right? Like last time, what was it? Making a ferret look like a human…”

“Stop, stop!!!”

How far did she watch the show?

And why was she immune to the furry art? As far as I remember, that art was definitely a high concentration furry art, mixing animals up to 60%.

To an ordinary person, it would have been a picture that clearly evoked feelings of disgust.

In fact, nearly half of my now over 200 viewers had expressed disgust.

But how could she be so nonchalant about it? If it wasn’t genuine furry, wouldn’t she feel repulsed?

…Could it be that even my mom is a furry?

No, that’s impossible.

My mom, who is the most normal one in the family, couldn’t possibly be a furry.

No, the possibility is definitely there!

If the reason she married my dad, who is basically a beast, was simply because he was “beast-like.”

And if she loves my tail so much and lets out a vulgar moan every time she’s wrapped around it because she’s a genuine furry…

I looked at my mom with eyes full of fear and cautiously asked a question.

“Mom, I’m just asking out of curiosity. What did you think when you saw the jay drawing?”

“What did I think? I just thought it was cute, nothing else. Oh! I did think I wanted to pet it like I do your tail. Why are you asking?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. And one more thing, this might be a bit of a rude question.”

I asked my mom in a stern and serious tone.

“Why did you marry dad? Even I, as your son, think it’s too much for you.”

As I mentioned before, it’s like a live-action version of Beauty and the Beast.

No, it’s even more real. If everyone who meets him says, ‘Why would you marry someone like that…?’ then isn’t the answer already clear?

My mom’s taste in men is questionable.

I knew I shouldn’t say such things, but honestly, it seemed like my mom’s taste in men was a bit lacking.

“It’s just that he looked cute like a bear. He looked like a bear, and he acted like one too, so he was incredibly cute.”

“…Is that all?”

“If you want a reason, is that enough? The rest… well, as you know, dad devoured me like a ferocious bear at night…”

“Here we go again, our mom.”

I sealed my mom’s mouth with my fluffy tail and started drawing commission art again to calm my mind.

The possibility that my mom could be a furry, that such a modest and elegant person could fall into furry corruption.

What a horrifying reality that is.

As I sighed and drew commission art, my mom, who had been released from my tail, gasped for breath and burst into tears.

“Haa… haa… is it too much to torment your mom with that thick and fluffy tail?”.

“Could you please stop saying things that could be misunderstood? If you keep doing that, I’ll really kick you out of the house.”

“That’s too much.”

My mom pretended to be angry and playfully nibbled on my tempting tail, and I, with a disgusted voice, poked at her.

“Hey, can you please leave other people’s tails alone?”

“No, I came here to heal with tails, how can I leave them alone?”

“Then at least don’t bite it. If you get saliva on the fluffy tail fur, it really feels uncomfortable.”

If you ask what it feels like to have saliva on your tail, think of it as going out in white clothes and having red liquid spilled all over you, not just a little bit, but a lot. That’s the level of discomfort.

And what if it’s your favorite clothes? You would definitely feel more than just discomfort, maybe even irritation, right?

That’s the emotion I’m feeling right now.

Extreme anxiety and irritation.

If the person biting the tail wasn’t my mom but a nosy friend, wouldn’t I have knocked them out with a frying pan until they passed out?

As I was suppressing my irritation, my nosy friend approached and started to look at my mom, who was nibbling on the thick and tempting tail, with an amused expression.

“Oh… that looks subtly interesting.”

“Don’t do it, if you do it, you might really get beaten up.”

“Zhmur, ne heumyeon jeonjeun deujeun su ga itda.”

While teasing me, my nosy friend licked my fluffy tail and, at that moment, without hesitation, I grabbed a frying pan from under the desk and smacked the friend’s head with it.

Bang!!!

The nosy friend, who was hit by the vigorously swung frying pan, fell down as they were, with the tail in their mouth, and my mom, who was watching this scene, dropped the thick tail she was holding and looked stunned.

Are you surprised by the violence? Of course, you would expect to hear something after seeing such a scene.

I put the frying pan back under the desk and whimpered, and in response, my mom said,

“Why on earth do you keep kitchen utensils in such places? Are you in your right mind or not? Put them all back in the kitchen!”

She started scolding me for something I had never even thought of.

Well, I’m using perfectly fine frying pans as self-defense tools, so it’s only natural that I get scolded.

But, you see, mom.

I can’t put all the frying pans in the kitchen.

Because…

It’s over forty if you count the spares.

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“Is it missing again? Is that all of them?”

“Of course, mom. Why would I buy more than 5 of the same frying pan? I’m not a frying pan collector.”

“It’s suspicious… If you look in a few more places, won’t a bunch of them come out?”

“No, under the bed, under the desk, in the shoe cabinet by the front door, in the wardrobe, and finally in the bookshelf. They were only where they were needed.”

“Do you think those are places for kitchen utensils? And why on earth do you keep frying pans in such places?”

Because.

Of course, it’s to handle intruders as excellent non-lethal weapons.

I was about to answer like that, but seeing my mom’s expression, I scratched my tail awkwardly and answered,

“Um… just in case of unexpected danger?”

“Do you use frying pans to prepare for danger? What if you accidentally hurt someone?”

“Why worry about criminals getting hurt? And using a frying pan to scare them away is more satisfying and better than using a knife, right?”

Shaking her head as if she didn’t understand, my mom sighed deeply and hugged the fluffy tail tightly.

“My timid and timid son has become a frying pan violent girl… Return my son.”

“Do you want me to go back too? But mom, if I go back to normal, will these tempting tails disappear? Are you okay with that?”

“Oops.”

As if contemplating, my mom glanced at the fluffy tail in front of her, and after a long deliberation, she nodded and spoke.

“To be honest, I didn’t know how essential this super giant fluffy tail was until I experienced it. Without it, I feel like I can’t live.”

“…So, does that mean you won’t go back now?”

“Oh, no! Just kidding… Haha, did you really think I would think that way?”

Yes, Mom. It seems like you did.

Your face is showing disappointment, so could you at least put down the tail before speaking?

Lost in thought, she might have resumed her commission work.

Slowly approaching me, my mom embraced me instead of the tail this time, speaking gently.

“Son.”

“Yes, Mom.”

“No matter what form you take, this mom doesn’t care. Whether it’s a quiet and timid form or a glamorous fox lady, it doesn’t matter because you’re my son.”

“Mom…”

Superficially, it sounds very touching.

She promises to treat me as her son regardless of my appearance and to continue loving me as before.

But the real meaning hidden within is just as mischievous as a fox.

“You’re saying this form is better, right, you naughty mom.”

“Oops.”

“What do you mean ‘oops’! Seriously, there’s not a single normal person in this family besides me!”

“Son? Speak properly. If we’re being honest, aren’t you the most abnormal one?”

“Really? Dad and sis are hardcore gamers, and you love animal fur to an unusual extent! So, as a normal adult webtoon artist, I’m the most ordinary!”

“What’s normal about drawing erotic pictures, and you don’t even draw normal ones?”

My mom opened her smartphone gallery again and showed me ‘some’ of the drawings I had done. Unable to come up with an excuse, I shrugged with my mouth shut.

She just bluntly inserted facts without engaging in a fight with manipulation and fabrication.

Did she think I would just sit still if she used such a cowardly method?

“Yes, I’m the weird one, Mother. I was wrong.”

Of course, I should just stay quiet.

I might end up in a mess with Dad if I provoke him for no reason.

I stood before my mom like a submissive dog, and she, looking at me like handling a dog.

…As long as Mom is happy, does it really matter what happens?

If she came to heal, it should be fine to indulge her a bit, right?

And so, receiving her affectionate touch, I began to focus on my commission work once again.