HACKED 81

The condition of my clothes was obvious without even looking. They would be a mess, stained from being soaked and covered in bite marks.

The gumiho did not force the fabric back into my mouth. He even removed the hand that had been covering my eyes. The palm, damp with either sweat or tears, was pulled away, and my vision returned.

I blinked my wet eyelashes. However, my sight was still blurry, so I couldn’t see his expression clearly. Only two vivid red pupils looking down at me were clear.

In the next moment, the tail that had been wrapped around my ankle to hold me in place moved greatly. My body suddenly floated into the air. I thought I might fall back and crack the back of my head on the floor, but…

The gumiho knelt down in front of me and pulled my thighs toward him. One of my legs was awkwardly draped over his shoulder. As if he had been waiting for this, he lunged forward and buried his head between my legs.

“Ah, ahh…!”

Everything happened in an instant. Just as I felt the glans caught between his lips, the moist mucous membrane swallowed my genitals all at once. From the scrotum down to the very base. Until the bridge of his nose and his lips were pressed hard against my pubic bone.

Gulp. His Adam’s apple moved up and down once.

My member was sucked even deeper. The tip of the glans wasn’t touching the tip of his tongue, the top of his tongue, or his uvula, but somewhere deeper… it was thrust into the very back of his throat.

My mind went blank at an act I hadn’t even imagined. I even had irrational thoughts that my member might get stuck in his throat like this and never come out again… or that he might eat it whole without even chewing.

From below, a slurping sound mixed with the sound of rhythmic shaking. While holding my genitals full in his mouth, he was masturbating by rubbing his own.

His throat tightly constricted the tip of my member. It was closer to a crushing pressure than a simple tightening.

“Stop…”

I let out a groan that was close to a scream. My hands, which had been fumbling through the air, instinctively grabbed the gumiho’s hair. The long, snow-white hair became tangled between my knuckles and was messily disheveled.

But he stubbornly refused to let me go. When he sucked hard on my member, I felt as if my entire urethra was being pulled out.

“Agh!”

I grit my teeth and jerked my head to the side. My genitals and scrotum twitched violently once. Following that, a cruel climax washed over me.

The sudden flood of sensation swept me away helplessly. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful.

I struggled like a person drowning in deep water. I shook my head back and forth and flailed the leg draped over the gumiho’s shoulder. My waist and thighs trembled incessantly.

But all that resistance was meaningless. The semen that was squeezed out was swallowed past the gumiho’s throat without a single drop remaining.

Feeling half-resigned and half-determined to give him a hard time, I grabbed the back of his head with my full palm. Then, I shoved it down hard. The last few remaining drops of semen leaked out.

With his long hair completely disheveled, he remained still for a moment. As if he were enjoying the afterglow of this violent act. Then, he slowly raised his head.

“…I ate well.”

Perhaps because his throat had been poked or because the pleasure hadn’t fully faded, his voice was low and cracked.

He licked his lips with satisfaction, his snow-white eyelashes lowered. Because of his features, even his messy hair looked seductive rather than dirty.

His lips, which were already reddish, were flushed even deeper red. The corners of his mouth, which drew a handsome line, were entirely glossy. I felt like I wanted to die a little when I thought about where the fluids moistening his mouth came from.

My member, which had slid out of his mouth, didn’t have a single drop of semen on it. The traces of ejaculation were not on me, but on the gumiho. More precisely, on the floor between his thighs as he sat kneeling.

Despite having ejaculated once, beneath the thick member that stood stiffly upright, the semen he had released was scattered haphazardly. The last drop drew a sticky line from the tip of the glans and dripped down. It was an obscene scene.

“…”

Still kneeling on the floor, the gumiho stared up at me. Vivid desire could be read in his red eyes as they followed me obsessively.

To anyone’s eyes, he absolutely did not have an expression of “feeling refreshed after satisfying a need.” Rather, it was closer to an expression of a fire that had just begun to burn in earnest. A sense of crisis washed over me.

‘Uh. I’m really going to be screwed at this rate.’

At this rate, regardless of dimension merging or battles, it looked like I would be caught by him and have messy sex until my soul left my body.

When I stealthily lowered the leg that had been draped over his shoulder, the tail that had been wound tightly around my ankle gently set me down. I forced my strengthless body to stand up. First, I needed to tidy up these messily disheveled clothes. With hands that trembled intermittently, I pulled up my underwear and zipped my pants.

“Can I go now?”

“Husband… how can you say such heartless words.”

He drooped his eyes, pretending to be pitiful. Even so, since his appearance was that of a sharp-featured fox to begin with, he didn’t look pitiful at all.

“I’m telling you, if I don’t go, I’ll really die!”

“Are you talking about that Tiger again?”

“Is it just the Tiger? There’s also a kid who looks like he’s chewed on something bitter and spits out nagging whenever he sees me…”

“You said you would die if you didn’t go. If you go, I will die. Because every moment my Husband is not here is no different from being dead to me.”

The gumiho slowly stood up. While he was kneeling, I was above him, but the eye levels were reversed in an instant.

“That’s right. If you’re going to leave again this time after giving only such groundless hope, why don’t you just kill this fox before you go?”

Something was strange. A dark stain writhed within his red eyes. Before I knew it, his fingernails had grown to over a span long. My instincts rang an alarm bell.

Crack!

Something sharp scratched my forearm at a speed invisible to the eye. I couldn’t grasp the situation immediately and stood there blankly, then looked down a beat late.

The clothing on my right arm was torn diagonally. Since the clothes were in this state, there was no need to even mention the flesh beneath.

The torn sleeve quickly became soaked. And from the center of it, crimson blood surged out steadily and…

Crunch.

A gruesome sound echoed once more. This time, it didn’t come from me. The gumiho had driven his long-grown fingernails into his other arm. Even though the blood-stained nails had completely pierced through the forearm and were about to come out the other side, he did not stop.

“Husband.”

He barely spoke through gritted teeth. He had bitten down so hard with his sharp fangs that his lower lip and the flesh inside his mouth were all ragged, and his mouth was covered in blood.

“Quickly… quickly, go. Get away from me.”

His eyes lost focus and wandered through the air with abnormal movements, then at some point, they fixed accurately on me. The pupils in the center of his dark red eyes split vertically into long slits.

The explanation of the gumiho’s status effect I had seen before came to mind.

Status Effect: ‘A Thousand Livers’

: Feels an indiscriminate impulse to kill at random timings. This impulse cannot be resisted and will not disappear until 1,000 enemies are killed. (Current Kill Count: 61)

A status effect that triggers suddenly at random timings. When I had only read the explanation, it didn’t leave much of an impression. So I didn’t know. That the ‘killing impulse’ witnessed in person would be this terrifying. And that the person himself would suffer this much…

The gumiho sliced horizontally while his nails were still piercing his own arm. The flesh and muscle were torn raw, and blood flowed like a waterfall. It was an amount incomparable to the blood I had shed. I had finally managed to restore his health a bit, but it looked like he was going to become ‘Deadly’ again.

I knew with my head that I had to run away immediately. However, my body froze at the sight of the horrific self-harm happening before my eyes. The gumiho shouted urgently.

“To <Mountain Hero> or whoever, to someone who can protect my Husband… as quickly as possible!”

Only then did I snap out of it and stand straight. I gripped my injured arm tightly with my other hand. I couldn’t even properly feel the pain.

I ran straight ahead without looking back at him even once. Until I crossed the hallway and left the 5th floor where the gumiho was, there was only an ominous silence behind my back.