The fox spirit's heart leaps onto the paper

"Drip... drip... drip..."
I walked through the rain-drenched streets, my umbrella in hand. The unique scenery of this Japanese town was shrouded in a misty haze by the continuous drizzle.
In this small town with a total population of less than four hundred, nearly a quarter of the monsters lived peacefully alongside humans.
I carefully carried the prepared manuscript to my chest, worried that the materials would get damp from the rain.
"I have to get her to submit the manuscript today, no matter what!" I rubbed my slightly damp hair, which was now sticking up wildly due to the moisture, a characteristic of my continental heritage.
I forced myself to stay alert
and, staking my dignity as an editor, headed to the studio of our magazine's popular author
, "Demon Moon." This monthly magazine originated in the Demon King's castle and circulated only among monsters. Originally, it was a guest magazine... The group was originally limited to educated, highly intelligent monsters,
but due to the influence of the current Demon King, the monsters' "interactions" with humans have broadened the customer base.
Even though it's listed as a forbidden book by the Order, a small portion still circulates within the kingdom.
A few years ago, as an editor at a local newspaper, I unexpectedly obtained a copy. The sheer volume of content astonished me.
Not to mention the authors came from all over the continent, meticulously documenting everything from local customs and traditions to unique regional cuisines.
Whether it was a love lecture written by "Scylla," or even an erotic novel written by "Unicorn" (and not just any erotic novel!),
the richness of the content was far beyond what our newspapers, which could only publish local news, could offer. Hearing that the rural newspaper, which provided official information from the cult, was far superior to
anything I'd heard from, I resolutely left my original job and headed to the Demon King's Castle
. After countless hardships, I finally became the editor in charge of the Eastern region.
Although I was far from home, being in a place so different from the Kingdom's mainland was something I longed for.
The food wasn't as unbearable as I'd imagined, so this job was quite pleasant. In
terms of work, I was only responsible for two people—or more accurately, one human and one demon.
But the problem was that one of them, even a pillar of our Eastern region, had been overdue on her manuscript for more than two months.
So today, I had to make sure she handed it in.
I stood in front of her studio, a wooden flat-roofed building located in an alley. "If I didn't tell you, no one would believe that a monster lives here.
" *Knock, knock*
I knocked cautiously on the door.
"It's Vincent. Is Jiu Gu there?" There was no response from inside, but my keen ears definitely heard someone moving hurriedly inside.
"Jiu Gu, today is the deadline that's been delayed again and again! Hand in the manuscript now!" I knocked on the door again, making a firm declaration of the deadline.
"..." But all I got in response was silence.
It seemed that the person inside was determined to avoid me.
I tentatively pulled on the door. The once light wooden door was now as heavy as steel. It seemed that the guy had sealed the door with magic.
Could it be a spell called "barrier"?
Since that's the case, I won't hold back anymore.
I pulled a notebook from my pocket, flipped through the pages, and selected a passage to read aloud:
"The Scars of the Holy Cross, Chapter Six, by Yuewei.
When I touched her waist, her body trembled. I knew she had succumbed to my charming smile. No wonder, after all, no woman can resist my..."
"Shut up!!!!!" A groan of inhuman agony erupted from inside
, followed by a series of clattering sounds, including the thud of someone tripping and falling. Then, with a loud bang, the paper door was flung open, and
a woman who appeared to be about 25 years old, with a slender figure and long, flowing golden hair, stood there,
huffing and puffing. Her fox ears stood erect in anger, and her nine tails thrashed wildly behind her.
Yes, she was a fox spirit, a deity worshipped in some regions.
Whether it was her fair face flushed with anger or embarrassment, or her alluring eyes that, in conjunction with her long golden hair, were said to be able to bewitch souls,
even I, who often spent time with her, was once again stunned by her beauty.
But if it weren't for that hair... Because she was too lazy to tidy up, her hair was messy, just a haphazardly tied ponytail,
and she was only wearing a completely unfeminine tracksuit. I would have been even more shocked
if she had appeared and snatched the notebook I was holding, then tore it into pieces, even stomping on it disdainfully, splashing small water droplets in the puddle by the door.
That's when I realized she was only wearing that tracksuit, which I had given her.
Because it was so long, it covered her upper thighs, so she seemed to often wear it as loungewear. Her
fair and plump thighs were exposed without any concealment.
"Didn't I tell you not to bring up my old articles anymore?!" she said angrily.
"If I didn't do this, you wouldn't have shown up at all." I sighed and said, "The article I just read..." Actually, it was one of her early works.
The story was about a young, tragic protagonist traveling around, fighting against an evil cult, and encountering and falling in love with various monsters along the way.
This story made her popular with young people, propelling her from a newcomer to a rising star. However, according to her, it was a "dark history" she didn't want to talk about.
So, after that work ended, she resolutely changed her pen name and started afresh.
We stared at each other for a while.
At this point, the drizzle gradually intensified, eventually becoming a downpour.
His attitude softened then, and he clicked his tongue, saying,
"Come in. It's not good to talk standing here."
As I stepped inside ,
I said, "I said... Jiu Gu, last time you came... " "Didn't I just tidy up for you?" I sighed after looking around.
The entire house was a mess, with only a tiny portion usable as living space.
The level of clutter was indescribable; various reference materials and illustrations were scattered everywhere
. Because of the rain, the room was damp, and some unknown mushrooms seemed to be growing in the corners.
Only the area around the work desk could be considered somewhat tidy.
"Does living here for a long time make things messy?" She scratched her head impatiently, pulled out a low table from the mountain of clutter, and gestured for me to sit down.
Then, she poured two cups of tea from somewhere, handing one to me and holding the other in her hand. She walked to the opposite side of the low table and sat down rudely. She looked
like a virtuous woman, so why was her behavior becoming more and more like an old man?
The first time I met her, she was wearing a well-fitting kimono and said elegantly,
"From now on, you and I will be partners. Please take care of me." I remember that's what she said.
"The weather's been awful lately," she suddenly interrupted me, casually mentioning the weather before I could even speak.
"Yeah, by the way..." Just as I was about to bring up work,
she said, "I heard that the cat demon in Mizuki's house finally revealed its true form? It's amazing she managed to hold out for so long."
"Yeah, by the way..." Mizuki was another human writer I worked with, and just as I was about to steer the conversation back to work, she said
, "Do you know about the Wet Woman? I heard they've started appearing on the streets lately..."
"Yeah, by the way..." Could this girl be...?
"Um... um... staying home is boring, why don't we go out for a walk?
" "Where do you want to go on a rainy day?"
"How about... playing Go?" She pulled out a complete Go set from somewhere.
"Where's the original?" I asked.
"..."
"I knew it..." I sighed.
"Please... please forgive me for a few days..." She changed her posture, making a perfect bowing gesture on the floor, even her nine proud tails flattened to the ground.
"I remember I've already forgiven you many times,
haven't I?" "It's just that I don't have inspiration..." she muttered, maintaining the same posture.
"And I haven't received my payment in a long time..."
"What...what are you saying? Didn't we agree that it would only be paid after the manuscript was submitted?!" Hearing this, I almost spat out the tea in my mouth, and my face unconsciously started to turn red.
The reward she mentioned was actually human essence,
which, to put it bluntly, meant doing *that* kind of thing. It's said that the higher the level of the demon, the higher their needs in that area.
But it seems to be her personality; in this respect, Jiu Gu wasn't as assertive as other demons (I read this in a magazine).
"But, I really can't write anything...and people say that the most important thing in writing is realism..." She straightened up from her kneeling position, looking in my direction with pitiful eyes. She let down her ponytail, and her long, golden hair cascaded down her shoulders to her chest like silk.
With just a simple movement, her previous sloppy appearance completely disappeared, and now she exuded a delicate femininity.
Whether in her profession or in her race, she was definitely an expert at seduction
... Her current profession is erotic novelist. Although her fame isn't as great as it used to be, she's still considered a popular author.
In fact, she made advances towards me the night we first met, but I refused. However , as
we spent more time together, she tempted me time and time again.
Finally, one day I succumbed to her charms, drawn to the white nape of her neck exposed by her half-undone kimono.
In the days that followed, I often couldn't resist the temptation and "provided material."
Actually, I really hoped to be with her... but due to my work commitments,
I had to maintain my composure. So, our relationship eventually evolved into what it is now.
Her already loose-fitting sportswear now had its neckline wide open, revealing her ample breasts underneath.
Under the seemingly unconscious pressure of her arms, her proud cleavage was exposed, and the cherry-red nipples swayed inside.
I snapped back to reality, thinking, "This is a trap!"
"You...you said you can't write anything, so what have you been doing all this time?"
"Ugh..." She giggled shyly, her face flushed like a cherry. "What would a lonely woman do when she's thinking about her sweetheart..."
she said, slowly crawling towards me.
"You're not stupid enough not to know, are you?" The last few words were even whispered in my ear. "And you actually demanded she say it herself..."
Her body was now pressed against mine, and
I could feel her breath on my lips. A tingling sensation ran through me.
This was a trap! My mental alarm bells were ringing wildly,
and her proud breasts were pressed against my chest, squeezed into an obscene shape
... Reason dictates
that we're only separated by two layers of clothing, pressed tightly together.
Her abdomen rubs against my already swollen and unbearable erection through my pants, as if waiting for the final shot to my reason.
"I've been thinking about you all this time, while using my fingers to soothe my lonely 'honey hole'," she whispers in my ear, her voice as sweet as syrup.
Goodbye, reason dictates.
I roughly embrace her, burying my head between her breasts, inhaling the faint milky scent of her skin mixed with the sweat from the humid weather—it's like an aphrodisiac. Her perfume was alluring.
"Just this once," I said.
And when she showed a "plan succeeded" expression, "Choosing this tracksuit was definitely... Ouch!"
Before Jiu Gu could finish speaking, I bit down on the exposed, tender tip.
Like a child, I gently bit and sucked hard.
"Wait... wait a minute, this is too..."
I roughly ripped off her tracksuit.
This action seemed to slightly frighten her, and her smug expression froze.
"You can do it, but this time it has to be done my way." I smiled maliciously.
"Wait... wait a minute, I didn't say..."
"You made me wait so long, and then you seduce me like this," I said.
"How can I do what a bad kid who doesn't follow the rules does?"
In the past, she was always the one who seduced me, and she was the one who led the whole process, but this time I had to teach her a lesson no matter what
. "Hey! At least don't be so rough..." I ignored her pleas and roughly kneaded her breasts with my two erections, watching her expression shift from dazed to pained,
her mouth not idle either, constantly sucking and biting at the rosy nipples.
"Ah... Ah... No... No, you can't bite like that!!"
I kneaded her breasts until they were completely swollen like peaches. Pink finally stopped, leaving rows of teeth marks on her tip.
"So...so mean," she said, but her expression was completely dazed, and her lower body was overflowing with lustful fluid. She unconsciously twisted her waist, making my clothes sticky.
I took off my clothes, revealing my already swollen penis.
"Flesh...flesh..." Seeing my ready penis, she could no longer resist the urge to ride me,
but just as I was about to penetrate, I mischievously pushed her away.
"Huh...?" She looked puzzled
because she usually did it in the riding position, saying she liked positions where she could take the lead, but today was different.
I turned her around so her back was facing me, making her assume a dog-like, four-legged position.
"Wait...wait a minute! We've never used this before...ah!!" I penetrated her from behind.
Perhaps because I was using an unfamiliar position, her vagina was tighter than I remembered.
"Slap, slap, slap, slap!" I grabbed her nine tails, giving her no chance to escape, and began to thrust relentlessly.
"Ugh...I hate it!! Ah...um..."
I used my full weight to press down on her, making each thrust reach its deepest point.
The sounds of obscene flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room along with the sound of rain outside.
"This...ah!...it's like an animal...ah!" At first, she could still protest.
"Um...ah...woo..."
Oh...ah... "Oh!" But under the constant thrusting, she could only let out beastly sounds.
I focused on moving my hips, releasing the desire that had accumulated for more than two months at once, enjoying the long-awaited sweet flesh.
In the past, I would slowly savor the feeling that her honey pot brought me, as if carefully tasting it.
But now I roughly pounded into her honey pot, like eating my favorite food in a daze, feeling guilty.
"Hmm... Ugh... Ah!!"
Gradually, I began to feel her honey pot contracting in waves. " Are
we... going?" I asked.
"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..." She was completely unable to answer, only nodding wildly, letting her golden hair sway on the ground.
"Then... let's go together!!!!"
When her honey hole tightened to its limit, I finally couldn't hold back anymore, letting my white semen shoot into the deepest part of her body.
"Ahhh!!!!" In that instant, she also reached orgasm, her body convulsing continuously, her fingers leaving several scratches on the ground. Her
tail throbbed wildly uncontrollably, continuing for quite some time before finally stopping.
"Huff... huff..." I remained in that position, lying on top of her, panting and savoring the afterglow.
I kissed her shoulder, slowly licking the sweat from the back of her neck.
The only sounds in the room were the rain outside the window and our heavy breathing
. "I didn't expect you to like being rough too..."
She twisted her body, letting my penis withdraw from her vagina. In that instant, I suddenly felt a void
as she turned from facing away from me to face me. Her posture,
as if she had discovered something interesting, made her look at me while covering her mouth with one hand and laughing.
"Stop...stop talking nonsense, it's all because of you." I said a little embarrassedly, having just sobered up from my lust, because this was the first time I'd been so forceful.
I saw her breasts, still red and swollen from my earlier assault, with faint teeth marks still visible.
A sudden wave of guilt washed over me.
"It's okay, I don't dislike this kind of play," she said gently, stroking my head as if sensing my thoughts.
"Jiugu..."
"So... one more time?" she asked tentatively.
"No way!!" I refused decisively. Having just ejaculated, I now possessed a sage-like judgment and would never be fooled again!
"I said this is the only time. You still have to submit your manuscript obediently!"
"Speaking of which..." She wriggled like an eel, dragging a cardboard box out from a pile of clutter beside her. "How about this, Editor?" She
casually pulled out a thick stack of manuscript paper,
like a child showing off, playfully covering her snicker with the paper.
On it were already corrected drafts.
"You... if you finished writing, why didn't you bring it out sooner?" I asked in surprise.
Had she been plotting against me from the beginning? Did she know I would take the initiative because of anger?
"Trying something different once in a while isn't bad," she smiled slyly. "Like having the other person accumulate two months' worth of work and then brutally and intensely do it, or something like that."
Sure enough, he had predicted all my actions.
"And that's not all!" As if finding it too troublesome to carry, she dumped everything out of the box.
The box was full of manuscripts, and in terms of quantity, it was more than enough to cover more than six months of serialization, or even enough to publish as a standalone book.
There were even new works that I hadn't seen before.
Could it be that she had been preparing for today for the past two months?
"Wait... could it be that today I...?"
"This should be enough as an advance payment, including the two months' worth I owe. I've been holding back for so long for today!" Before I could react, she said
, "Now it's your turn to pay off the rest of your debt all at once!"
She thrust upwards with all her might, flipping me over so she was now straddling me
. "This view is better," she said, greedily licking her lips like a predator, looking down at me from above.
Her nine tails swayed wildly, as if proclaiming victory.
"Wait...wait, I'll be drained dry!!" I felt my life was in danger; the amount of manuscript in that box was no joke.
"Please, obediently pay these rewards," she smiled, her expression hungry.
"Please...please forgive me, at least in several installments..."
Hearing my request, she just smiled, a smile more radiant than a flower.
"How can you do as a naughty child who doesn't want to follow the rules does?"
(The End)

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