Chapter 32
Having confirmed that the female cosplayer with golden fox ears and luxuriant tails had fainted, I stopped attacking and looked at the bald man in front of me.
His clothes and body were already in tatters from being beaten all over.
At the sight, I clicked my tongue lightly, crossed my arms arrogantly, and demanded an explanation from my dear little brother's childhood friend.
"Keep it as brief as possible. Explain it so I can understand."
After I laid down even the simplest conditions, the bald bastard thought deeply, then summarized everything in exactly three lines.
"Seonghun was skimming 19+ hentai manga when he found a fox beastfolk manga that was practically a masterpiece."
"That's just like that bastard. Next."
"He had exactly one happy time with his masterpiece."
"I'd have a happy time right away if I had a masterpiece too. It's human instinct, so it can't be helped. Everything up to here is normal, but... next."
"And then he became that insanely fuckable gumiho. End of explanation."
"You seem to have skipped a hell of a lot of the middle."
I stared at him with a murderous glare, demanding more of an explanation, but despite the fear on his face, he kept his mouth shut to the bitter end.
"I don't know anything about the middle part itself. He just slept and woke up looking like that, so how would I know anything?"
"I thought someone as famous in the underworld as you would know."
"What's the point of being famous? I don't know that much either. The important thing is that the bastard really did become a ridiculously fuckable fox beastfolk. Of course, only while in heat."
At the bald bastard's vulgar wording, I drove my fist into his side and questioned him.
"You two didn't do it, right?"
"We couldn't. We got almost to the point of doing it, but that bastard was so resistant that we couldn't go any further."
"I was planning to beat both of you half to death if you had, so it's a shame you didn't."
As I clenched and unclenched my fist and voiced my disappointment, the bald bastard chuckled and spoke to me.
"Don't be disappointed, Noona. The day you get to wreck me is coming soon."
"...This bastard? You really have no filter in front of your Noona, do you?"
"I've known you for more than fifteen years, and I can't even tell whether you're my real sister or the girl next door. Why should there be things I can and can't say?"
"Even so, you crazy bastard, how do you think you'd feel if someone came to you and proudly announced that they intended to fuck your little brother?"
"Wow... I'd probably think, 'Our little brother's all grown up already?'"
The matter-of-fact way he said it made me certain he really would say that if the situation ever happened to him, so I struck him in the solar plexus with all my strength.
Thwack!
"Kheugh..."
The bald man let out a pained groan after the sudden blow to his solar plexus.
Hoping he would repent, I mercilessly smacked his smooth, shiny head with my palm.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The blows landed with a wonderfully satisfying smack. That addictive sensation made me want to hit him a few more times, but I barely restrained myself and spoke to him.
"You need to suppress your sex drive."
"I think I'm holding it in better than your little brother lying over there. Isn't this enough?"
"It seems insufficient no matter how I look at it. Besides, my little brother used to be a man, didn't he? Even if his body has changed, doesn't it feel a little strange to think about fucking someone who used to be a man?"
I tried to persuade the bald bastard and correct his warped ideas about sex, but he refuted what I said with a more serious expression than ever before.
"Come on, Noona. It seems you're the one who's mistaken about something."
"...You think I'm the one who's mistaken? About what?"
When I questioned him with a baffled look, he snickered and began to explain.
"Noona, what is homosexuality? It's when people whose bodies are the same sex feel love for one another, right?"
"Right?"
"Then if a man and a woman mix their bodies, that isn't homosexuality, is it? Isn't that so?"
"...Is that so?"
It sounded plausible... No, that's not it!
"You have to include the mental aspect! If someone with a man's mind gets penetrated by a man, that's no different from homosexuality!"
"No? Why would you include the mental aspect when you're having sex? The mental aspect has nothing to do with sex."
"What?"
I gave up trying to make sense of such mind-boggling bullshit, and the bald bastard proceeded to spout something even worse.
"Noona, don't overcomplicate it. Just think about it as simply as possible."
"Could you explain how my thinking is complicated?"
"You thought about the mental aspect while having sex, didn't you? That alone means you're thinking about it in a complicated way."
The bald man took a deep breath to calm himself down a little, then continued speaking in a composed manner.
"Making babies—in other words, sex—is the most primal act of every living creature. Whether the mind is male or female, if the body is female and tastes good, isn't that all that matters? Why do you need to consider the mental aspect as well?"
"That's fucking sexual harassment, you crazy bastard."
"How is this sexual harassment? I'm simply engaging in a serious discussion about sex. Noona, I think we need to talk a little more... Khegh..."
Since I felt that listening to any more of the bald man's words would send my mind somewhere it could never return from, I struck him across the neck with the edge of my hand, knocking him unconscious.
To calm my ravaged mind, I slowly began stroking my little brother's enormous, luxuriant fox tail.
Come to think of it, this really is healing. Is this that thing called animal therapy?
Would she cut off one of my tails for me if I asked when I went home?
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When I opened my eyes to an aching pain in my jaw, I saw the face of my terrifying real sister.
The frightening Noona I hadn't seen in a long time was rubbing her face against my tail with a bright, cheerful expression that didn't suit her sturdy build.
Yet she was clutching my tail with tremendous strength, enough to make one of my tails feel as if it might break.
I barely endured the pain and asked Noona to hold it more gently.
"Noona."
"Are you awake?"
"Hey, hold my tail a little more gently. It feels like it's going to be ripped off."
"It's your tail, not mine, isn't it?"
Though she spoke mockingly, my kind Noona loosened her grip.
After playing with my tail for quite a while, Noona asked me a question in a serious voice.
"I heard it from that hair-loss baldy. What happened?"
"If you heard it, then you know. It happened exactly as he said. I found an insanely fuckable fox beastfolk manga, had a happy time while looking at it, and woke up to find myself like this. The end."
"How are you supposed to live in that bizarre form? It's frustrating enough that you can't go outside, but more importantly, you don't have any way to earn a living, do you?"
Noona spoke in a worried voice, clearly trying to arrange for us to live together.
But living with that human weapon could turn merely having lost my dick into a situation where I was truly fucked, so I shook my head and pointed to the tablet on the desk.
"I have a way to make money. Noona, do you know what an illustrator is?"
"Of course I do. A hack artist, right? Someone who makes a living drawing pictures?"
"That's right. I'm an illustrator. I also work as a streamer on the side, so I have absolutely no trouble making a living."
My commission rate had recently risen to 150,000 won per full-body illustration.
I was already one of the faster illustrators, and becoming a fox beastfolk had improved my dexterity even further.
At my fastest, I could draw two pieces a day, meaning that if I worked myself to the bone, simple arithmetic put my monthly earnings at up to nine million won.
With streamer donations—basically pocket money—added in, I averaged ten million won a month.
That meant I had no trouble supporting myself in this cramped little studio apartment.
I opened my banking app and showed Noona my account balance, proving that my livelihood was secure. I thought that settled everything perfectly, but...
"You're a streamer? What's your streamer name?"
At Noona's sudden interest in my stream, I found myself facing a far more serious problem.
What had my streams usually been like?
Weren't they deranged broadcasts where a psychiatric hospital director and mental patients suspiciously devoted to abnormal sexual appetites chatted with one another?
The drawings I made on stream were bad enough, but if Noona—who was practically the closest thing to a normal person among everyone I knew—saw the viewers' chat, she would have a seizure.
I shook my head and refused to reveal my streamer name.
"Absolutely not. I can't tell you."
"Even if you don't tell me, you're still within my grasp. It must be another nickname deeply connected to fox beastfolk, right?"
"No! I picked a cool-sounding name because it's a streamer name!"
"Is your cool name 'Fox Beastfolk Are Fucking Awesome♡'? A simple search for fox beastfolk brings it right up."
...Honestly, wasn't that a reasonably cool and decent name? It was better than coming up with some horribly cringey English name.
By my standards, it was a nickname I genuinely liked, but this was a situation where I had to deny it by any means necessary.
I called my own nickname vulgar and denied her accusation.
"I told you that's not me!"
"The voice is the same, isn't it? Your usual way of speaking is extremely similar too. But the content of the broadcast seems rather alarming, doesn't it?"
Noona looked at me with a derisive expression and showed me her phone screen. On it was...
["Tentacles, loli, femdom, breeding? All good, but let's leave out the loli, okay? This is Korea, not Paraguay, you crazy bastards... I don't feel like going to the police station yet..."]
My past self, who had chosen to draw a lewd image based on 10 tags, was working on the rough sketch.