Chapter 60: Mom... It was Furley?

Was I ignoring the crazy conversation between my childhood friend and Mom while drawing the commission picture?

Perhaps the conversation ended, Mom sat next to me and started watching me draw.

Of course, rubbing her face against my thick and luscious tail.

"Heh... You're drawing something normal today?"

"I draw normal stuff quite a lot too, you know? Hearing you, people might think I draw strange pictures every day."

"But, you drew strange pictures all the time on the broadcast, didn't you? Last time, that... what was it? You made a ferret look like a human and..."

"Stop, stop!!!"

Just how much of the broadcast did you watch?

And, why are you immune to furry pics? As I remember, that pic was definitely a highly concentrated furry pic with 60% animal mixed in?

It was a picture that would definitely evoke feelings of disgust if seen by a normal person.

Actually, half of my nearly 200 viewers expressed disgust too.

But how is she so nonchalant like that? Is she a genuine furry or something?

...Surely, is Mom also a Furry?

No way, that can't be.

Mom, who is at least normal among the family, can't be a furry.

No, the possibility is sufficient!

If the reason she married Dad, who is practically a beast because his wild beauty overflows, is simply because Dad was 'beast-like'.

And if her liking my tail suspiciously and letting out vulgar moans every time she's surrounded by tails is because she's a genuine furry...

I looked at Mom with eyes full of fear and asked carefully.

"Mom, asking just in case. What did you think seeing that weasel picture?"

"What did I think? Just thought it was cute? Ah! I did think I wanted to pet it like when seeing your tail. Why do you ask?"

"N, Nothing. And one more thing, this might be a bit rude question."

I asked Mom with an infinitely strict and serious voice.

"Why did you marry Father? Even as your son, I think you're too good for him?"

As I said last time, at best it's a live-action Beauty and the Beast.

No, since it's reality, it's worse. Because Father looks vicious and terrifying enough to scare even a mafia action leader.

If everyone she meets says 'Why with a person like that...?' ten out of ten times, isn't the answer already out?

Mom's eye for men is doubtful.

I know I shouldn't say this, but honestly, Mom seems to lack an eye for men a bit.

"Common sense-wise, doesn't make sense that a terrifying person who looks like he could survive even if dropped in the Stone Age right now married Mom who looks like a top actress. Please tell me the reason, yes?"

When I tickled her with my soft tail to lower Mom's psychological guard, Mom sighed and answered.

"He resembled a bear so he was cute. Looked like a bear, and acted dull like a bear so he was super cute."

"...Just that?"

"If asked for a reason, about that much? The rest is well... As you know, Dad ate Mom like a ferocious bear at night..."

"Starting again, our Mom."

I sealed Mom's mouth with my luscious tail, and started drawing the commission pic again to calm my mind.

Mom might be a furry, that modest and elegant person might become corrupted into a furry.

What a terrible reality this is.

Was I sighing and drawing the commission pic? Mom, released from the tail, gasped for breath and made a crying face.

"Haa... Haa... Tormenting Mom with such a thick and luscious thing, isn't that too much?"

"Could you please stop saying misleading things? If you keep doing that, I'll really kick you out of the house?"

"Too much."

Mom pretended to sulk and bit my luscious tail ang, and I scolded Mom with a tired voice.

"Hey, could you please leave someone else's tail alone?"

"No, came to heal with the tail, how can I leave it alone?"

"Then at least don't bite. If saliva gets on the fluffy tail fur, it feels really sticky."

If you ask what it feels like to have saliva on the tail, think of it as the level of stickiness like spilling red soup not a little but a lot on white clothes you wore out.

What if it's a cherished outfit? Of course, beyond stickiness, you'd feel annoyance, right?

That is the emotion I am feeling right now.

Extreme anxiety and annoyance.

If the person biting the tail wasn't Mom but my childhood friend, I probably would have beaten him with a frying pan until he fainted?

Thinking that and suppressing the annoyance, my childhood friend bastard approached and started looking at Mom biting the thick and luscious tail ang with interested eyes.

"Oh... That looks kinda fun."

"Don't do it, if you do it, you really might die."

"Dooon't dooo it, if yooou dooo it, yooou reaaally miiight diiie."

The guy mocked me and applied saliva to my fluffy tail at the same time, and at that moment, I took out a frying pan from under the desk without hesitation and whacked his head.

Clang!!!!!

My childhood friend, hit by the vigorously swung frying pan, collapsed with the tail in his mouth just like that, and Mom watching this scene dropped the thick tail she was biting and made a blank expression.

Surprised by the violence? Since I showed this appearance, of course I'll get scolded, right?

I put the frying pan back under the desk and made a crying face, and at this, Mom.

"Why on earth do you keep cooking utensils in such a place? Do you have a mind or not? Put them all back in the kitchen!"

Scolded me with content I never expected.

Well, using perfectly fine frying pans as self-defense tools deserves scolding.

Mom, but you know.

I can't bring all the frying pans in the house to the kitchen.

Because...

Including spares, there are over forty.

"No more, right? Is that all?"

"Of course Mom, why would I buy more than 5 of the same frying pan? Not like I'm a frying pan collector."

"Suspicious... If I search a few more places, won't a lot come out?"

"No, under the bed, under the desk, inside the entrance shoe rack, inside the wardrobe, finally inside the bookshelf. They were only in necessary places, right?"

"Do you think those are places for cooking utensils? And, why on earth do you keep frying pans in such places?"

Why.

Of course, to deal with burglars as an excellent non-lethal weapon.

I tried to answer like that, but since Mom's expression was unusual, I scratched my tail with an awkward face and answered.

"Uh... To prepare for unforeseen danger?"

"You prepare for danger with a frying pan? What if you accidentally hurt someone doing that?"

"Why worry about criminals getting hurt? And rather than defeating them using a knife, isn't beating them up with a frying pan to chase them away better in hitting sense too?"

When I tilted my head answering as if I didn't understand, Mom sighed deeply and hugged the fluffy tail tight.

"To think my gloomy and timid son became a frying pan violence girl... Give back my son."

"I want to go back too, you know? But Mom, if I return to normal, these luscious tails will disappear, will you be okay?"

"Ah."

Mom looked at the luscious tails in front of her as if troubled, and after long deliberation, shook her head and said.

"Honestly I didn't know when there was no super giant size soft tail, but after experiencing it once, I became a body that can't live without this."

"...That means don't go back right now, right?"

"N, No! Joke, it's a joke... Hehe, would Mom really think like that?"

Yes, Mom. No matter how I look at it, seems like you thought so?

Regret is dripping from your face right now, at least put down the tail and say that.

Was I continuing the commission work again with a disturbed mind?

Mom slowly approached me, this time hugged me tight instead of the tail, and spoke gently.

"Son."

"Yes, Mom."

"This Mom doesn't care what form her son is in. Whether gloomy and timid appearance, or flashy fox lady appearance, whatever it is, you're Mom's son."

"Mom..."

Outwardly, it sounds like truly touching words.

Means she'll treat me as a son regardless of appearance and give the same love as before.

But the real meaning hidden inside was insidious, not inferior to a fox.

"Just means this appearance is better, you bad Mom."

"Ah."

"Ah what Ah! Really, there isn't a single normal person in the family except me!"

"Son? You should speak correctly. Strictly speaking, you are the most abnormal, you know?"

"No way? Dad and Noona are genuine gym-rats, and Mom is a person suspiciously fond of animal fur! So I, a normal porn artist, am the most normal!"

"Where in the world is drawing lewd pictures normal, and you don't even draw normal stuff?"

Mom opened the smartphone gallery again and showed 'some' of the pictures I drew, and having no excuse, I shut my mouth and drooped my shoulders.

Plugging in heavy facts instead of fighting fairly with instigation and fabrication.

Do you think I'll stay still if you use such cowardly methods?

"That's right, I am the strange guy, Mother. I did everything wrong."

Of course I have to stay still.

If I rebel needlessly, who knows what I'll suffer from Dad.

I crawled in front of Mom like a dog declaring submission, and Mom watching me like that.

"Good boy, good boy."

Now treated me not as a son but like handling a dog.

...Whatever it is, isn't it fine if Mom likes it?

Came to heal she said, this much is okay to do.

Like that, receiving Mom's petting, I started focusing on the commission work again.