Chapter 22
I had a dream.
A dream in which my house was destroyed by countless tentacles, and after being kidnapped and toyed with, I ended up dying from a sex-induced heart attack.
It was such a realistic, shitty dream that I kicked off the blankets and woke up.
"Huff... huff... fuck..."
Was it because I'd drawn a fox shrine maiden being toyed with by tentacles and gotten banned from broadcasting? It was truly a fucking awful dream.
My soft, pliable tits were twisted into all sorts of shapes by tentacles, while my lower half was stimulated until I passed out...
"This is all because I'm in heat."
Right. It was because I was in heat.
The reason I was having such a strange and vulgar dream was my heat!
If I weren't in heat, I wouldn't have had such an erotic dream.
I wouldn't have even been briefly captivated by my friend's male pheromones, and I wouldn't have spent nearly as much time enjoying happy time...
No, wait. Happy time is an exception. Anyway.
After waking from that deranged dream, I saw that the sun was already high in the sky.
From the kitchen came the same clattering sounds I'd heard in the dream.
"...Don't tell me that was a prophetic dream?"
What would I do if I went to the kitchen and found that crazy tentacle shaman there?
In the dream, my secret weapon, the frying pan, had been completely useless.
None of the kitchen knives had worked either, and neither had the chair shot that could count as a blunt-force attack.
Against an opponent whom I could attack only physically, tentacles were literally the worst possible matchup.
She even had aphrodisiacs, so with my heat still ongoing, I came to the conclusion that she was an opponent I could never beat.
Come to think of it, the dream was too vivid for a dream. What if it had really happened?
I'd thought about it for a moment, but quickly dismissed the idea because a house destroyed badly enough to require moving would not have been this clean.
Right, it probably just stuck with me because it had been such an unusually vivid nightmare.
I took a frying pan from beneath the bed and crept toward the kitchen. When I confirmed who was cooking there, I carefully set the frying pan down on the table.
"What the hell? It was you cooking?"
"Why are you picking a fight the moment you wake up? Am I not allowed to cook?"
"No... It's not that, but why are you cooking in someone else's kitchen? You could cook at your own fancy-ass house. You've got plenty of ingredients there too."
"I'm cooking to fill the stomach of a dumbass who hasn't eaten a thing all day, so stop picking a fight and mass-produce furry porn instead."
At my friend's irritated words, delivered with a frown as if I were a nuisance, I opened my mouth in confusion.
"You haven't eaten anything all day? No way."
"You slept for over twenty-four hours, you moron. Isn't that a side effect of being in heat? Like one of those hentai settings where, if you hold back sex, you can't do anything and just fall asleep?"
"That makes sense, but I don't want to admit it. No wonder I was fucking hungry—I hadn't eaten anything all day, huh? So what's on the menu this morning?"
"I prepared a simple brunch. White bread with strawberry jam, fried eggs, and sausages. For a drink, I just grabbed some soda from the refrigerator."
"Throw out the soda. It's been months since I drank straight from that bottle."
"Hmm, it fermented for months with furry saliva pooled inside? I can't resist that."
"It hasn't even been a month since it went bad, you idiot. Were you seriously gay all along, fucker?"
When I looked at him with contempt, he blushed and looked away.
"This is a reward."
"You crazy bastard."
"Wait, no. Could you switch to furry form and look down on me like last time? Then I could really lick you all the way to the soles of your feet."
"Could you please just kill yourself? It disgusts me that you're my childhood friend."
"That contemptuous look and those curses... Ah, I couldn't help but get 'erect,' if you know what I mean!"
I felt like I was going insane.
What were God and King Yama doing right now? Why weren't they taking that insane pervert away?
As I looked at him with contempt, two old men's voices reached my ears, sounding almost like auditory hallucinations.
[Heaven doesn't take in perverts like that. Send him to Hell.]
[Hell is for those who sinned in life, not for some lunatic like that. Just send him to Heaven.]
[Hell!]
[Heaven!!!]
Behold: even God and King Yama reject that insane furry freak.
Once he dies, will he wander the underworld because there's nowhere that will accept him?
...It's possible.
No, not merely possible—it's highly likely.
Even succubi and virgin ghosts would reject the abnormal sex drive of that bastard.
After finishing my thoughts, I slowly ate the brunch my friend had brought me and carefully asked him a question.
"I'm asking seriously: when are you going to kill yourself?"
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One week after my heat began.
After enduring my endlessly raging sexual desire, I had finally begun seeing hallucinations.
What kind, you ask?
[Th-that isn't a hole you put it in...!!! Take it... take it ouuut!!!]
[Hehehe... It fits perfectly. Saying it's exclusively mine would hardly do it justice.]
[N-no... Not this hole...! Not this one!!!]
[Swallow it all the way to the end! Swallow it right down to the root! Ahahahahahahaha!!!]
Just from hearing this conversation, what comes to mind?
A pure-love couple enjoying bareback anal?
Or a woman trying to protect something precious and a rapist trying to violate her?
If that's what you thought of, you can call yourself a person with a normal sex drive.
Why?
Because what I'm seeing right now is a perfect embodiment of abnormal sexual desire, something most people with a normal sex drive could never imagine.
So, what are the things saying those lines?
They're mechanical-pencil lead and a mechanical pencil.
Surprised?
I was surprised too.
I mean, something that stupid was visible to me, and seeing it made my crotch tingle. Of course I was surprised.
"I think... I think I'm going insane..."
Could someone have cast a hallucination spell or illusion magic on me?
Or had the Fox Deity pulled some dirty trick to deal with my heat?
Suspicious, I glared at the Fox Deity, but she merely stared back at me blankly, as though she knew nothing.
- What is the matter? Do you have some business with me again?
"No, you don't seem to be the culprit. There's no way a useless Fox Deity like you could have cast hallucination magic on me."
- ...You summon me out of nowhere, only to insult me personally. Were you bored with doing nothing?
"That's better than a pregnancy attack, you bitch. Be grateful I only insulted you."
- I think a pregnancy attack would be preferable to a personal attack. Besides, you don't have a weapon for a pregnancy attack anyway, do you?
I’d given her an inch and gotten a mile in return.
That goddamn bitch took my siege weapon away, then had the nerve to spout that kind of bullshit.
"I'm serious: once you find a body, I'll fuck you like a dog, even if I have to use a strap-on. No matter what."
- Hmph, all bark from a virgin amateur. Do you need to get fucked in return before you come to your senses?
"How many techniques have I seen in 18+ hentai? Do you really think I'd let myself get fucked by you? A man being fucked by a woman is the ultimate humiliation. If I hand you the initiative, I'm a dog—a fucking dog."
- You say that, but you're already a dog. Still, fine. It might not be bad for me to personally turn you into a "bitch."
The moment the Fox Deity finished speaking, I felt something drain away from my body. Soon, a powerful wave of weakness hit me, and I collapsed onto the floor.
"W-what? What just happened...? Why can't I move?"
"Because I <manifested>. The weakness is from using too much spiritual power while <manifesting>."
I forced my immobile body to move and looked back toward the alluring voice behind me. The Fox Deity, whom I'd only ever seen in spirit form, was standing before my eyes in a tangible body.
"I couldn't smell it in your spirit form, but judging by the lewd, vulgar scent filling this room, you're already no different from a 'bitch.'"
"Don't be ridiculous! I'm just in heat right now. Normally, I'd..."
"Even before your heat began, did you not enjoy happy time by yourself? Shall I repeat the vulgar things you said, in my own voice?"
Could foxes really be such bewitching animals?
The Fox Deity, a true gumiho, exuded a dangerously seductive allure unlike this fake gumiho that was me, and before I knew it, my heart was being stolen away by her.
I had to come to my senses, but I couldn't.
Who could possibly keep their head after seeing that bewitching figure? Only a gay man, surely.
No? Even a gay man would give up being gay after seeing that seductive figure and develop a perfectly normal sex drive.
As I barely reined in my violently surging lust and looked at the Fox Deity, she covered her mouth and laughed merrily, as if amused.
"As expected, you're interesting. Most humans, regardless of age or sex, go mad and try to lust after me just from seeing my body. Yet you, who want me more than anyone, are actually holding yourself back like this."
"Isn't that obvious? Rather than going mad and being unable to feel anything properly, it's better to stay sane and enjoy that body as thoroughly as possible, isn't it?"
"Hehehe... You're right. What you say is true, but..."
The Fox Deity approached me, while I was unable to move even a single part of my body, jabbed my lower abdomen with her index finger, and spoke.
"Taking the initiative when mating with me is probably something that will happen in the distant future."
At the same time, my lower abdomen began to throb—throb—
And my mind went completely blank.