You... Were You a Fashion Furry?

"Haa... My schedule was already so busy I could die, and now another thing's been added. What a pain."

I watched the screen announcing that the call had ended and questioned the yokai beneath my foot.

"Hey, what kind of clothes do you think would suit a human woman with blonde hair, red eyes, and huge breasts? I'm clueless about this kind of thing."

"Kill me... Don't mock me, just kill me!!!"

"I asked because I'm curious, not to mock you. I need the power of collective intelligence. But judging by your attitude, it doesn't seem like you'll answer even if you die."

If the yoma had only answered nicely, it could have died peacefully without any pain. Poor bastard.

I summoned hellfire and began slowly burning its body, and the dying yoma squeezed out all its demonic power to curse me, as if making one last desperate struggle.

"Rakshasa... You will no longer feel sexual desire toward your own kind! Savor the pain of no longer being able to love the one you love! Hahaha!!!"

Even while suffering the extreme agony of being consumed by hellfire, the yoma let out a triumphant laugh. But when I responded so listlessly, it panicked and shouted.

"Why... Why aren't you reacting at all? I said you can't love your own kind! From now on, all you'll be able to do is love someone you can never be with, so why do you look like that?!"...