Chapter 64: What a fucking dream

Ding. Ding. Ding.

A heavy yet clear bell sound echoes everywhere.

Pure white doves, likely to appear only in fantasies rather than the disgusting pigeon-chickens of the city center, embroider the sky, and people's loud applause is heard along with the bell sound.

Where is this again? I was definitely lying in bed watching Fox Beastkin Pure Love manga, why did I suddenly fall into such a strange place?

Taking a deep breath to calm my confused head, I looked down slowly and saw I was wearing a pure white wedding dress.

"What is this again, fuck."

Wasn't I wearing an oversized tracksuit top and dolphin pants? When did I change into a wedding dress?

Witnessing the beautifully dressed wedding dress, my barely calmed head was dyed with confusion again, and looking around to grasp the situation somehow, my childhood friend bastard dressed nicely in a suit was approaching me.

"What's wrong, something happen?"

A sweet yet greasy voice as if whispering love, not his original sharp voice.

Feeling a strange emotion for a moment at his attitude, I shouted nervously to erase that emotion.

"Hey, fuck. What is this situation right now?"

"What do you mean what situation?"

"Why are you wearing a suit, and why am I wearing a wedding dress? Explain the situation in detail."

When I spoke arguing as if growling, he looked at me with puzzled eyes, then soon smiled brightly and stroked my head.

"Why, today is our wedding day."

"What?"

"Wedding day. So I'm wearing a suit, and you're wearing a wedding dress, right? Perhaps, you want to roleplay even here?"

...Wedding?

Me.

With that bastard?

Isn't that crazy?

Confusion overlaps confusion, and another confusion overlaps that confusion, starting to break my thought circuit.

When did we even get married? I definitely didn't give any room for female corruption?

Didn't I reject, curse, and despise him trying to distance myself from that bastard?

Why, just why did I become corrupted into a female?

Was I unraveling the question forcibly using my broken thought circuit due to the questions biting each other's tails?

He approached me closely with a worried face and held my face, forcing me to make eye contact.

And, closing his eyes, tried to overlap his lips on mine.

No.

Have to resist.

I don't like that bastard.

But, why can't I resist?

Damn body, please move!

Repeatedly shouting inwardly trying to move my body, but as expected, my body didn't move at all.

Eventually, around the time his lips almost touched mine.

"No, fuuuuuck!!!"

Fortunately, my eyes opened.

Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp!!!

Cheerful humming of sparrows announcing the morning.

And, warm sunlight hitting my eyes telling me to wake up from the dog dream (meaningless/bad dream).

Feeling cold sweat running down my back, I calmed my breathing slowly.

"Glad it was a dream, really."

It was a shitty dream because the reality was too vivid.

Really, a dream I never want to have again.

Me marrying that bastard and whispering love in his ear, doesn't make sense, right?

Shaking my head to shake off the memory of the dream, I wagged my luscious tail to release the ruined mood on him.

But.

"Where did this bastard go?"

Strangely feeling a deep emptiness at his presence not felt in any tail.

Thinking it's empty just because we were together for a day? Really feeling regret because that bastard is gone?

"That can't be."

Empty and regretful, nonsense. This is just puzzlement because he disappeared without a word.

Right, I'm a person who originally likes being alone. Not empty at all without him.

Rather comfortable.

"By the way, where did this bastard really go? Should have said something if going somewhere."

I smelled his residual scent left on the tail to guess when he left, and could tell from the faint residual scent that it had been longer than thought since he left the house.

Roughly 4 hours, 5 hours maybe? Even 4 hours ago is dawn time, what did this bastard go out to do at dawn?

Rubbing my eyes and getting up coming out to the kitchen wondering if he left a note, a note seemingly written by him caught my eye.

"Surely, this bastard isn't saying he'll come in a few days like the Fox God, right?"

I started reading the letter he wrote calmly.

<Went out for a bit to check something.>

<Writing this because probability of being late is high, but will definitely return between lunch and evening.>

<If a stranger asks to open the door, absolutely do not open, and if you think something really dangerous happened, use the talisman I put on the table. That will protect you until I arrive.>

Truly simple, but simultaneously a note bringing peace of mind.

I sighed in relief and put the note back on the table.

"If it's over 5 hours, it's not 'a bit', bastard."

Is this bastard's standard for 'a bit' 5 hours? If he says 'in a little while', it would take a whole day.

After deciding to curse at the childhood friend when he returns, checking the commission list to draw today, an alarm that a Talk came sounded from the smartphone.

Who is it at this time?

The only place to contact is the editor, but was editing originally done quickly in a day or two?

Checking the phone with doubt, as my guess was right, a Talk had arrived from the un-arousing editor.

<Editing finished, Streamer-nim. Upload right away? Or will you decide after watching once?>

<I'll decide after watching once first.>

<By the way, which day's broadcast did you edit? Checking the thumbnail, seems like a quite old broadcast.>

<Since past broadcasts have more stimulating sources, decided to edit past broadcasts first to draw some aggro for now.>

<Except for dealing with abnormal fetishes, it's a cheerful broadcast, right? Would be a waste not to use it.>

The editor spoke calmly and sent me the edited replay version to upload to Ratube, and I started watching the video she sent calmly.

[Since there are few viewers, this should be possible. Now, everyone please say one tag each.]

The absurd remark of the first broadcast flowing out as soon as the play button was pressed.

Almost got PTSD hearing that absurd remark, but could barely calm my mind at the exciting intro BGM flowing out soon after.

That is a dark history no matter when I watch it.

Shouldn't have kept the replay alive, really.

Cursing at the past me who proceeded with the first broadcast like a retard, and the past me who threw a tantrum at Halo Streaming to revive the replay, I watched the entire edited video.

And clapped standing at the editor's excellent editing sense and confirmed.

<Excellent, seems sufficient to upload as is without modification.>

<Then I'll upload right away.>

<I'll start editing the next one right away too, by the way when do you plan to sleep today?>

<Usually go to sleep between 11 and 12 so if sending, please send before that.>

<Good work, Editor-nim. Editing is good but please do it while resting slowly.>

Sent a Talk saying do it leisurely but our un-arousing editor perhaps went to edit already, no reply, and eventually having nothing to do again, I looked at the commission list and started checking today's request.

"Let's see, the person to draw for today... A person who requested over 6 abnormal fetish pics alone. What abnormal fetish pic will they request today."

Hope it's not too hardcore abnormal fetish.

Recalling the pictures that commission applicant requested, I sent a Talk to the commission applicant.

<Starting soon. If you have a storyboard or character sheet prepared, please send it.>

<Ah, yes!>

<Please draw the character same as the kid you drew last time.>

<For the storyboard, please draw with the composition 'Girl wearing a choker on her neck shedding tears of emotion while receiving a red rose'.>

<Outfit is a pure white wedding dress! Not the puffy kind but a bit revealing... What should I say? Something like submitting?>

<Understood. Will draw the rough sketch quickly so please wait a little.>

Putting a choker like a dog leash on a wedding dress which is practically a symbol of pure love.

This can honestly be said to be hardcore too, but considering that applicant's past history, this looked relatively normal sexual desire.

"No, compared to other applicants, this is indeed normal sexual desire. Submission-Training-Corruption-Pure Love is normal sexual desire, and it is pure love.

That aside.

"...Why fuck do I remember the dream content from earlier when trying to draw?"

Trying to draw the rough sketch according to the storyboard, the dream content I had a little while ago remembers and torments me.

My appearance wearing a wedding dress. And, approaching me wearing a suit ㅡ

"Bullshit."

Bang!!!

I slammed my head on the desk with all my might erasing the dream content from my head again, threw the pen on the desk, and sent a Talk to the commission applicant.

<Excuse me, sorry but I don't think I can draw within today.>

<Suddenly feeling unwell so could you wait a few days?>

<Wanted to receive it quickly so a bit regrettable though.>

<But since Artist-nim is trustworthy I'll wait. Can wait even over a week!>

<Thank you, I'll repay with a better quality picture.>

Having received permission for lateness legally from the commission applicant, I threw my body onto the bed, and closed my eyes immediately to sleep.

Earnestly hoping the damn dream content would be forgotten when I wake up.