Chapter 65: Tentacle shaman and furry chasm

A place where various shamanic tools are neatly arranged.

In a place where anyone would say a shaman lives, a shaman wearing colorful clothes muttered to herself.

"If you're here, say you're here. Why are you just standing and watching?"

An attitude as if convinced someone is in the space where there is no one but her.

However, perhaps her words weren't nonsense, a gust of wind blew, and a bald man holding a beheading sword revealed himself.

"If you have common sense, you shouldn't have called at dawn. It was a monumental first night in its own way, you fucking bitch. If this isn't an emergency, I'll smash this place today for sure."

"Meeting a fox girl didn't change your dirty personality. Old sayings are all obsolete now. They said a man's personality can change if he meets a good woman, pure lies."

"It's enough if I show a good side only in front of that guy, do I have to show a good side to others?"

The bald man put down the beheading sword on the floor, sat in front of the shaman, and asked with a cocky attitude.

"So, what's the reason you called this time? Did an uncontrollable evil spirit appear? Since I annihilated even a swarm of Agwis recently, I thought nothing would come out for a while?"

"Unfortunately, this time it's not a simple matter of killing and being killed. It's a complicated matter between humans."

"Then wouldn't it be right to call another shaman instead of me? You know well that I'm terrible at this kind of thing."

"Had to call you because martial power is also needed. Otherwise, why would I call a human whose personality is worse than a Chihuahua?"

The shaman emptied her teacup and spoke with a calm voice.

"The Lily Cult (Yuri/GL Cult), which had no movement for hundreds of years, suddenly started moving."

"Lily Cult? Are you talking about that crazy cult where only the name is Lily but the only actual lesbian is the Goddess?"

"Yeah, that cult. Not any other rank but a Saintess is moving, and she says she's coming specifically to Korea. Isn't it fucking suspicious?"

"So what, could be a foreigner who likes K-pop."

Rakshasa picked his ear as if hearing something trivial, and seeing this, the shaman sighed and opened her mouth.

"My guess is, this matter. Your friend? Lover? Anyway, seems related to that fox lady?"

"The Lily Cult Saintess coming is related to Seong-hun... no, Seong-ha? What kind of novel bullshit is that?"

"Would sound like novel bullshit. But you see..."

The shaman took out something grotesque looking like a slime from under the desk and continued.

"Recently, a great woman called the Fox God or something visited and released all the restrictions (Geum-je) you placed and left? Can you still say it's bullshit?"

The bald man checking the gross something the shaman took out.

He soon started dry heaving as if disgusted.

"Urgh, fuck... Releasing the restriction of a bitch who likes un-arousing tags like tentacles. In my view, the Fox God isn't normal either."

"What are you saying? This bald furry-lover. Tentacles are 100 times better than furries? How charming are tentacles that make the whole body climax using all holes!"

"No, fucking un-arousing. Using all sorts of cowardly methods to degrade a woman into a female (am-keot) and eventually making her a seedbed, where is that arousing?"

"Isn't it a bit wrong to say the arousal points with your own mouth and then say it's not arousing?"

When the shaman sighed and put the tentacle under the desk, the bald man asked the shaman again with a serious voice.

"What was the condition for releasing the restriction? The Fox God wouldn't have released it for free."

"Said she has a plan and asked to participate in it. Since she said just once is enough, I agreed to contract."

"Did you hear what that plan is?"

"No? Just heard 'The goal is to defeat the Goddess for pure love.' Didn't hear the detailed plan so I don't know well either."

Pour.

The shaman filled the empty teacup with tea again, and carefully thought while looking at the bald man pondering something with a serious expression.

Just what kind of existence is that fox lady to have tamed Rakshasa, known for his dirty temper?

It usually takes visiting three times (Sam-go-cho-ryeo) and bothering him with the spirit of seven falls and eight rises to make that heavy-assed man move, what magic did she use that he moves at a single word of being related?

The shaman wandering to find an answer she couldn't find quietly put down the teacup, and as soon as the clack sound was heard, the bald man opened his mouth and spoke.

"So, what do I have to do. Murder? Arson? Kidnapping and confinement?"

"Those are crimes, you stupid bald head. Just have to stand still next to me when the Saintess visits."

"Why are you going to meet her? What about others? What are the old geezers doing?"

"Dunno fuck, got dumped on me. Told to do it so I do it. Obvious they aren't going because they're lazy, dog-like bastards."

At the resentful shaman's voice, perhaps suddenly curious, the man tilted his head and asked her.

"Hey, if it's purely just going to meet her, you don't need me, right? Why did you call me?"

"Never know. If that religion is a place where crazy bastards gather like Satan worshippers. The Goddess they serve is famous for bad reputation in the Celestial Realm. How can I trust followers under such a Goddess."

The shaman presented reasonable and valid grounds to him, and at this, the man said he would help the shaman and demanded payment.

"Helping is helping, how much are you paying? Don't test the waters like last time and let's go clean."

"If nothing happens, 500 sheets (5 million won). If combat occurs, 5 times. How about it? Not bad, right?"

"That should be enough. Seems talk is over now, can I go? Left a note, but still feeling very uneasy leaving her alone at home."

The man prepared Shukuchi (contraction of space) and asked the shaman, and the shaman nodded and sent the man off.

"Have a good love, Rakshasa. Did a divination, says if you miss that lady, you'll be single for life."

"Don't plan to miss her so don't worry. And oh, if you get caught playing pranks on her with tentacles one more time."

The bald man pointed at the small tentacle wriggling under the desk and warned the shaman with a chilling voice.

"That time, I'll take your head instead of a restriction. Understand?"

Leaving the guy's house at 3 AM and returning after handling everything, the time was 11 AM.

Because too much time passed to call it 'a bit', feeling guilty, I apologized towards the direction where the guy would be as soon as I opened the door.

"I'm back, sorry for being la... hmm?"

Not felt where he should be, presence felt on the bed.

Sighed in relief that I arrived before the guy woke up, but soon discovering the crumpled note on the table, I lamented lightly.

Already woke up, woke up but went back to sleep.

Seeing the guy sprawled on the bed like dead, feeling guilty again for no reason, I took the comb on the table and started combing the guy's tail carefully.

"Sun is high in the sky, wake up!"

"Just 5 more minutes..."

"5 minutes my ass, a bitch who's been sleeping for 12 hours wants to sleep 5 more minutes?"

"None of your business... whether sleeping 12 hours or 24 hours what does it matter..."

The complaining guy wrapped his body with his luscious tail making a cocoon, and seeing the guy's lazy appearance after a long time, strangely sadism arose.

So I approached slowly to where the guy's ear would be and whispered in a small voice.

"Honestly, Fox Beastkin is un-arousing (no-kkol)."

"..."

"I thought about it and I think cats are much more arousing animals than foxes. Fur is fluffier, flexibility is slime-level so seems like it would accept any size object... Cough..."

While speaking, a thick and luscious tail wrapped around my face, and soon the guy's murderous voice began to be heard in my ear.

"What did you say just now? Say it again. Fucking cat (Jot-nyang-i) is what?"

"..."

A murderous appearance never seen even once until now.

Flustered by such appearance of the guy, I shut my mouth, and the guy released the wrapped tail and aimed a frying pan from who knows where at my head.

"There are things you can say and things you shouldn't. Fucking cat is what? More arousing than a fox? Does a fur-roach (cat) have such a luscious, thick, and cozy tail, or is the personality good at least? Comparing any condition, fox is clearly superior to fucking cat, why spout such dog sounds (bullshit)?"

"...Looking at your dirty personality, cat looks like an angel instead."

"Bullshit, would a cat be called a fur-roach for nothing? Those bastards would have gone extinct long ago if they weren't cute, fucker. Not rumored to have dirty personality for nothing?"

Look at him hating and loathing cats just because he's a canine.

If I say I'll raise a cat after marrying later, he'll really have a seizure.

Unlike the murderous voice, the content wasn't so, I ended up bursting into laughter, and as usual, the guy's frying pan struck my crown.

"Laughing comes out now after spouting such dog sounds???"

Clang!!!!!