NTFT | Volume 1.1

Living life isn’t anything special.

It’s just about eating well and living well.

However, those around me held different views. Perhaps bored with the eternal life granted to them, they began earnestly devouring human livers at some point.

And then, before I knew it, they had turned into humans and left to find love. But after some time, not one of them sent back news that they were living well. Instead, they sent unbelievable news that they were buried in a sunny place, nonchalantly.

Surely they left to find love and live happily. So why send back such tragic and horrific news?

Was it even possible that they were buried in a sunny place to begin with?

More likely, they were left on the streets to be mocked and ended up as food for beasts, eventually turning into rotten meat.

At first, it seemed just like sudden tragic news. But as it happened over and over again, it became a frequent occurrence.

It all stemmed from their desire to ‘become human.’ This thought spread like a plague, taking the lives of those around me one by one.

Why do they engage in such nonsensical and foolish acts?

It was beyond my comprehension. What were we lacking that we desired to become humans?

From the start, we were born as beings more beautiful and capable than humans. So why long for humanity and waste precious lives in pursuit of love?

Watching this mess for years made me nauseous.

Once or twice might have been overlookable. But now, to become humans, they eat human livers, get killed, or are hunted, it was countless.

The number of them dying was no less than the humans killed. The tragic news of their corpses and their deaths became a tiresome affair to deal with day after day.

At this point, I preferred to just eliminate everyone I saw.

I leisurely watched them try to become humans, then ambushed them and devoured all their livers.

After all, liver is liver, whether it’s from humans or my own kind.

Those of my kind, once I cut open their stomachs, were no different from humans.

I tore off their tops and with sharp nails sliced open their bellies. The belly split wide open and a liver as bright as a ripe tomato spilled out warmly.

I greedily bit into the warm, fresh liver and my mouth filled with a bitter, heavy flavor. I could taste the rare sweetness of desire.

Sigh, just thinking about it makes me salivate. Nowadays, it’s hard to find such precious and delicious livers.

Eating human livers to become human?

It’s a ludicrous and bizarre notion. Isn’t that ironic in itself?

By committing murder and eating a part of the body, could they truly become human?

Perhaps when they weren’t human, they could live more humanely.

Well, to someone like me who had zero interest in humans from the start, it was just a needless worry and a headache-inducing philosophical thought.

Before and now, I simply disliked watching them die.

If it could be used in a better way, it’s good. Rather than a pathetic death, let them all enter my stomach and live as nourishing substances for eternal life.

Instead of them, I’ll eat well and live well.

From the beginning, humans and we were distinctly different. We were born as the more beautiful, superior, and charming ‘Gumiho¹.’

Then living a squalid human life is much worse than living wastefully.

There was plenty of time. I could leisurely enjoy it like an idler, and whenever I felt like it, curl up and sleep deeply like hibernating through the winter would be the ultimate, pain-free end.

Of course, I have no intention of resting permanently. Nor any desire to become human.

Life was always full of fun, and there was no time to be bored. There was no need to struggle like humans, with an enchanting appearance and a fine body, making money was as easy as breathing.

Just like now.

Ding!

[MagicChocoBanana has donated 10,000 won]

[Mi Hong, show your boobs.]

“Ah, fuck, you want to see boobs? Think you can with that money? If you want to see, donate 30,000 won! Bastard.”

I sucked irritably on my fruit-flavored e-cigarette. What kind of cheap-ass showed up? The e-cigarette smoke dispersed almost like a fog, momentarily obscuring the screen.

“Fuck, I’m in the middle of looking at the chat, and you’re being annoying.”

I swiftly waved the smoke away and checked the chat.

[WantSomeRamen: It’s not easy to see Mi Hong’s boobs LOL]

[HateMondays: LOL, bring a lot of ammo, baby]

[GoingUp: Her boobs are fucking huge LOL]

[xx: You’d go broke trying to see Mi Hong’s boobs]

[TrapSet: Fuck, I got caught, just show them]

[LunchMenuSuggestions: Why are her boobs so big? Is it gynecomastia?]

Watching these bastards crawl in like cockroaches only made me laugh dismissively. Why waste their days in such a place when they don’t have long to live? It’s good for me since I make easy money sitting here.

Ding!

[YongdudongBuildingOwner has donated 50,000 won]

[My beautiful trash, your personal human dildo has arrived. Show your pussy.]

A familiar nickname made a donation. It’s 8 PM, looks like he logged in to jack off after work. Funny bastard. Wasting good money and fussing in such a place, such a waste of fees.

[WoofWoofBarkBark: LOL she said pussy, she’s a slut]

[TrapSet: My dick got so fucking big LOL]

[LOLzzz: If you open a royal room, you can really see the pussy.]

[11904: LOL I’m so horny, just show it]

[00ㅜㅜ: OnlyFans?]

[SoySauceBeanPasteSsamJang: Fuck, that’s fucking expensive, you whore]

As soon as I mentioned boobs, they rushed in like ghosts. These bastards’ brains are in their lower bodies, really stupid. That’s why they’re easy marks to scam.

“Royal room, I’ll do it at 3 AM later? Only those who donate over 1 million won can enter, so only the capable bastards should come. Don’t whine about a refund later because you’re broke.”

The royal room broadcast had been planned hours ago. The recent regular shop had a hot new item. It was my duty to go once. So, I had to pull and scrape vigorously today.

After all, only a few real bastards with money can enter the royal room.

Without doing much, just exchanging a few filthy words, I already felt down there getting damp.

With my left hand, I smoked an e-cigarette, and my mouth casually spouted vulgar banter. And with my relaxed right hand, I was lewdly fiddling below out of sight.

“Fuck, secretly touching makes it so frustrating and drippy, doesn’t it?”

My right hand was soaked and slippery. The viscous and transparent fluid glistened as it coated my palm.

This was all because of my special nether regions.

There was a special secret hidden in my nether regions.

***

It was a long time ago, around when tigers smoked pipes, that I was consuming the livers of Gumiho who had become humans.

After eating about 99 human livers, I started feeling unusual symptoms. I thought one more liver and I might suddenly become human myself.

Eating livers was fine, but becoming human was not part of the plan. So, suddenly turning human would have been a very inconvenient situation.

Regrettably, I stopped eating livers. However, an unexpected problem occurred.

Whether it was the curses of the vengeful Gumiho or an addiction to their livers, once I stopped eating them, I was struck by severe cravings and madness.

I raged and struggled, killing anything in sight and consuming everything but the livers, but I could not feel satiated, and my thirst only grew.

Thus, after devouring the livers of 99 human-turned Gumiho, losing control over myself, I suffered for a full ten days. It was around that time that I met him.

A strapping woodcutter with the build of a bear had come to the forest. Instead of ripping out his liver, I stripped him and we copulated.

I felt the cravings and madness subsiding. Overwhelmed with exhilarating joy, I spent days and nights extracting every last drop from his testicles.

How vigorous was our coupling that we created new holes?

Initially, it was with my deliciously pink-colored backside that I consumed the woodcutter’s manhood, but when I came to my senses, I realized it wasn’t my backside, but my real genitals now consuming him.

“Sorry, it might be because of me that suddenly…! I, I will take responsibility!”

What could a mere servant possibly take responsibility for? I didn’t expect anything significant from him. He had already served all the necessary purposes.

Thanks to him, my cravings and madness were alleviated, and he helped me avoid an unwanted human transformation, allowing me to remain a Gumiho.

He was the one who let me remain true to myself.

It wasn’t a big deal that a penis had fallen off.

“Fine. I’ve lived a lifetime with a penis, let’s see what it’s like to live debaucherously with a vagina. Thank you!”

I ended the interaction casually. Out of gratitude, I found some ginseng for the servant in the mountains. He bowed deeply and was incredibly thankful.

“This precious ginseng! I’m truly grateful!”

Although I didn’t know much about the servant, I wanted to help him in some way.

He briefly mentioned that his sick mother was ill. It was not easy to obtain medicine, and even when they could, his mother often vomited it up. However, the doctor said that if she chewed and swallowed the juice of this precious ginseng, even an old and sick mother could miraculously regain her strength and live healthier.

But how could a lowly servant afford such precious ginseng? If he couldn’t buy it, he had planned to find it himself while cutting wood in the mountains. And then he happened upon me.

“I’ve helped you out of a crisis, and ginseng is nothing to me, so keep it as a token of my gratitude.”

Ginseng was something I could easily part with, and with my keen sense of smell, finding it was simple. Especially since I spent every day in the mountains, I knew exactly where the ginseng grew well.

I gave the servant the ginseng as a reciprocal gesture. He was extremely grateful, shedding tears and bowing in thanks until the end.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s enough. Go on down and live well!”

The servant took two roots of ginseng and left the mountain. After that, I never saw him again, busy as I was experimenting with and experiencing my changed anatomy.

Years passed living a debauched life with my transformed lower parts, until suddenly my lower abdomen felt like it would burst, and then something that shouldn’t have burst, did.

Fuck. Even now, it was undoubtedly one of the most damn moments.

That cursed condition lasted almost a week, constricting me. It was clearly a divine punishment.

While it was fine to feminize my lower parts, it was unnecessary to change completely like a perfect female. Perhaps it was a punishment for living too debauched a life with my transformed lower parts.

There was no use in worrying about it. What could I do?

Despite this terrible punishment, I continued to live resiliently, eating well and living well.

Just like now.