That Foxy Bitch

Seeing my childhood friend grinning stupidly after being bewitched by the unsexy succubus, I couldn't help feeling rather displeased.

Was it like having a troublesome toy taken away by an older sister I wasn't on good terms with?

Watching that utterly mismatched combination of a furry freak and a member of an unsexy species cozying up to each other kept making me feel stifled.

"Fuck, why do I feel so stifled, like I wolfed down ten sweet potatoes? There's absolutely no reason for me to feel this way."

It felt a little different from watching a couple flaunt their affection as a single person.

If the former was pure anger at some cringeworthy, shitty behavior that made one's hands and feet curl, this was something mixed with irritation and anger.

What was this feeling? What on earth was it that kept bothering me this much?

I tried pounding my chest to relieve the tightness, but instead of easing with time, it only grew worse.

I frowned and asked the Fox Deity.

"Fox Deity."...