Chapter 56: This contract... Is it right to be able to?

"Ugh... Fucking bitch, she definitely said once a day was the max..."

Forcing my dizzy mind awake, the time was late evening.

Looking around, the bound Succubus was nowhere to be seen, and only my childhood friend covered in blood was rolling on the floor.

I called the Fox God to ask about the situation looking at the messy house, but no answer as if she was sleeping too.

Unable to find any answers, eventually I got up and started moving to find out the situation myself.

First thing checked was the childhood friend sprawled on the floor.

His clothes tattered and body covered in bruises, but still looks quite decent compared to the state of the house.

By the way, how much did that un-arousing race rub against him during that short time they were together?

Her scent still remains on his body, feels unpleasant so I should erase it quickly.

Using my luscious tails to wrap around my friend tightly and lift him up, this time I moved to the kitchen which was in relatively better condition.

And there, I found a note that seemed to be written by the Fox God.

Handwriting scribbled carelessly as if the situation was quite urgent.

I started reading the note written by the Fox God slowly interpreting it.

<Apologizing in advance for scribbling as there wasn't much time left for Possession.>

<First, the editor matter was handled well. Commendably, that Succubus said she would work without pay.>

<Scared her enough so she won't invade again. Even if she does by any chance, by then you alone will be more than enough to handle her.>

<Oh right, don't be too flustered that I am not there when you wake up. I just vacated the seat for a moment due to urgent business.>

<Probably short as a week, long as ten days. It is for your safety, so don't blame Me too much.>

<Don't know what might happen while I am gone, so keep your friend by your side. Your friend will prevent any unforeseen danger.>

<And, I corrected your friend well so he won't cheat again. Don't worry and enjoy love.>

"Love my ass, this damn Fox God."

I crumpled the note written by the Fox God crinkle crinkle and threw it into the trash can.

"I said I won't do anything like female corruption? Why would I have sex with a bastard like that!"

Just imagining it is disgusting.

Me shaking my hips like a beast in heat on top of that bald gym-rat? Talk sense.

In R-18 manga, a Fox Beastkin in heat getting pierced by a bald gym-rat's massive object and moaning ang-ang might be arousing, but me getting done like that...

"No, really no. That's arousing because it's manga. Bringing manga into reality is really not it."

Was I shaking my head vigorously to shake off lewd thoughts?

Perhaps waking up in the meantime, my friend tickled my luscious tails saying it was stuffy.

"Hey, release this! Can't breathe! Planning to suffocate your only friend to death?"

"Suffocate to death (Jil-sik-sa), the word is a bit very erotic? Heung..." (Pun on 'Jil' which can mean vagina)

"Stop bullshitting and release immediately, you lewd fox."

At my childhood friend's anger, I immediately released the tails wrapping him, and released from the tails, he took a few deep breaths and sighed heavily as if saved.

"Phew... Now I feel alive. Really thought I was dying, bastard."

"Exaggerating, rather it was good."

"Not wrong, but felt like being euthanized so it was kinda weird. Doesn't seem like a very good experience."

He grabbed one of my luscious tails, pulled it towards him, started stroking it, and smiled happily expressing satisfaction.

"This level is just right for sex, bondage and vore aren't my taste."

"Why, vore is quite decent too? Humiliating a female Fox Beastkin who wants to resist but can't resist at all is so hot."

"Just now the target was a man, retard."

"Ah."

Thinking about it, right, I created a disgusting scene myself tying up a man making him unable to resist at all.

Urgh... Imagining it again makes me want to vomit fuck.

Must forget quickly.

To forget the disgusting imagination, I hurriedly picked up my smartphone and checked commission requests, and soon could check the contact from the gacha game advertiser.

<Sorry for contacting late.> 

<And thank you very much for thinking positively about the contract with us. 'FoxBeastkinIsTheBest♡'-nim.>

<Contacted regarding the contract, is now a good time?>

Time the Talk arrived was 20 minutes ago.

Contacting late evening far past working hours, thinking it's okay to reply, I sent a Talk to the advertiser.

<Sorry, was proceeding with a commission request so didn't see it.>

<Time is fine. Seems no problem talking right away?>

Then, as if waiting for the Talk, the advertiser replied immediately.

<Then how should we talk? Does Streamer-nim prefer face-to-face or non-face-to-face?>

<Due to some circumstances, non-face-to-face would be good.>

<Contact via Discord? Or phone?>

<Let's do phone. If you give me the phone number, I'll contact you right away.>

At the advertiser's words, I left my contact number in the Talk without thinking, and after a while, an unknown number appeared on the phone screen.

Phone sound ringing cheerfully in the house signaling a call, hearing that loud sound, I recalled a forgotten fact.

"Ah, come to think of it, I can't do conversations and stuff."

What on earth was I thinking giving my contact number confidently.

Truly a retard.

Fortunately, really fortunately, our angel-like advertiser said it was okay to proceed with the contract via Talk.

How good a person, even proposed satisfactory contract conditions from the start, and asking my friend to review in case of getting ripped off, he also said not bad.

Like that, deciding all contract conditions, when the sky-like advertiser said he would make the contract and send it by tomorrow.

I carefully threw a question to the advertiser.

Why entrust the precious 1st anniversary broadcast to a nobody like me.

There are popular celebrities, and many broadcasters and Youtubers much funnier than me, why choose me who deals with filthy abnormal fetishes.

Receiving the question, the advertiser answered more calmly than expected.

Saying he's a viewer who usually watches the broadcast and my broadcast is very fun.

Saying he entrusts it because I seem capable of handling the game's 1st anniversary broadcast, saying very grateful words.

A very gentlemanly person, different dimension from viewers who usually sexual harass saying baby food bags are sturdy and run wild telling me to mass-produce super hot abnormal fetish pics.

Feeling emotion never felt even once since changing into Gumiho form, I asked the advertiser's nickname, and the moment I heard his nickname.

My emotion shattered into pieces.

<A bit embarrassing nickname... Haha...> 

<It is 'LickLoliBarley (Ro-ji-bo-ri-halt-halt)'.> (Pun on Loli + Vore/Barley)

...The nickname is somewhat familiar.

If my memory is correct, an 악질 (malicious/troll) viewer close to the worst among malicious viewers?

Let's check once, if that person is really right.

I entered Halo Streaming on my phone and started watching replays of recent broadcasts, recalling the time zone malicious viewers run wild and clicked that part.

And.

<Ah, spoiled (expired).>

<This one too... spoiled!>

<Owner, can't you draw something fresh and green? Recent drawings seem too ripe?>

**<Draw something small and cute once... Hate big tits now...> **

<Nong (Loli) lolololol>

I ended up confirming the ugly side of the angel-like advertiser.

"No, our angel-like advertiser can't be such a pedo bastard."

Must be a joke. Must be someone who usually watches quietly without chatting.

No way such a gentlemanly person is a pervert pedophile malicious viewer?

I trust advertiser-nim.

Denying the unbelievable reality, I asked the advertiser again, but the advertiser drove a wedge as if telling me to recognize reality.

<Sorry, but that nickname is correct.>

<Why? Surprised that a malicious viewer is such a wholesome person?>

<Possible, people all hide ugly sides and go around. Streamer-nim who doesn't control abnormal fetishes is the weird one.>

Receiving a shocking answer from the advertiser, I flopped over to my childhood friend and complained.

"Friend."

"Why."

"This contract... is it really okay to do? Money has no fault, but somehow the mood is very subtle."

"That game name... Ah."

Checking the game name and nodding once, the friend bastard said to me with an infinitely serious voice.

"I'm not a pedo, but Selina Mama is hot."

...Just go die you too.

This hopeless pedo furry-lover bastard.