NTFT | Volume 1.11

Was my question too blunt? Or too innocent? His eyes widened, then he chuckled and leaned back towards the bed, pulling my neck towards him.

“Impudent, aren’t you? I was trying to give you a break… and you say such daring things? Did you enjoy being with me that much?”

He seemed pleased with my words, and his lips spread in a smile. It was probably the first kiss we shared sober, without mixing our bodies. The unexpected kiss made me flinch slightly, and his lips soon parted from mine regretfully.

Regretfully… really?

Was I still half asleep? Spouting nonsense because I’m sleep-drunk.

“I’m not so fragile that I need to be looked after, you know? And doesn’t it weigh on you, being so swollen?”

“Well, it’s not heavy. You have nine tails, were they ever heavy?”

“That’s light like fluff…! How is that the same?”

Why bring up tails of all things? Suddenly picturing nine dicks like tentacles, I felt unpleasant. Besides, having sex with him was incredibly taxing.

I was terribly hungry, and having sex so physically after such a long while definitely taxed my strength.

Until now, I’d been satisfying myself through broadcasts and toys, so while I felt some longing and deficiency, there was no physical strain.

Rather, it left me craving more.

“If I leave you like this, you’ll spend all day masturbating in bed, won’t you?”

“Oh, you masturbate?”

“Of course. You’ve seen it all on the broadcasts.”

“That’s right. I sent sponsorship money every time you spread your legs and touched yourself below.”

His other identity was ‘YongdudongBuildingOwner.’ Now he’s ‘Master Bastard,’ ‘Lawbreaker,’ but originally this guy was a decent worker who seduced me with money.

“I canceled a royal room broadcast for the first time. You know I’m going to get a ton of complaints, right?”

“Hmm… probably?”

By now, he had climbed back into bed and was using my stomach as a pillow to chat. I was also comfortably exchanging words, feeling the weight of his head.

“You’re not going to leave all those complaints for me to deal with, are you?”

“Leave them? Are you planning to broadcast?”

“What else?”

“Pretty one, that’s tricky. Turns out the real flower garden was on your head all along.”

“What?”

“Why do you think I went through all the trouble to kidnap you? And why would I offer money and liver and leave so many marks despite your objections?”

He raised his head from my stomach and propped himself up. Climbing over me, he stretched his arms on either side of my head and faced me directly. His clear eyes and the sharp gleam in them were unmistakably visible.

“You’re going nowhere. You can’t show yourself anywhere because now you’re my ‘property.’”

“What…?”

He promptly got up from the bed and walked towards the door without looking back. I was left momentarily dazed, my mind foggy whether from sleep or his actions.

Had all his apparent compliance and consideration been a ruse? Or an act to lower my guard?

Was he conning me all this time? Confusion washed over me.

“You want liver, right? Just wait quietly. I’ll bring you as much as you want.”

With that, he left the room. I sat there on the bed, bewildered. Soon, daylight began to seep through, waking me up fully.

“Shit, did I get in trouble again? Fuck! Gumiho! You crazy bastard!”

I punched the bed in a surge of anger. At that moment, a peculiar pain throbbed in my lower abdomen. It throbbed uncomfortably as I slightly moved my waist and cautiously spread my legs. Then, the semen he had left trickled down like melting ice cream.

“Damn… I’m screwed.”

But it wasn’t just his semen that trickled down. Red, pungent blood followed.

“Just my luck…!”

The last thing I wanted had come uninvited at the worst possible time.

“Always such a pain. Really….”

‘Menstruation’ had hit.

My irregular period had burst out suddenly, perhaps due to the sudden physical state and fatigue. My abdomen throbbed with pain, and chills rapidly overtook me.

“Fuck, I’m trapped. What do I do now… really screwed…”

It was as if I had been imprisoned. Even though I had been kidnapped, I wasn’t worried about escaping.

Because I wasn’t a normal human; I was a Gumiho and had that much confidence in myself.

But when I had my period, it was a whole different story.

“Fuck, I can’t even use my strength during my period… the timing couldn’t be worse.”

Another bizarre symptom that came with my transformation into having female parts was ‘menstruation.’ During this cursed time, I couldn’t properly use Gumiho’s ‘powers.’ Practically, I couldn’t use them at all.

“Shit… wasn’t it enough that my lower half changed?”

It was a significant constraint. Moreover, it was one of those absolute secrets I never wanted anyone to discover. If it were exposed, it could be life-threatening.

“Ah… my stomach hurts. Fuck…”

With no other choice, I wrapped my arms around my stomach and slouched back under the blankets. The sheets were already soiled, what’s a little more blood? It was just a matter of washing them thoroughly.

But, would that be unhygienic for me?

With menstruation came a whole array of headaches.

“Fuck, this is so fucked up.”

The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like the change was indeed a curse.

“Ah… really, everything has to be so complicated. Lower body…”

This time, the uncomfortable feeling forced me back up. Reluctantly, I wrapped a duvet around myself and got up to inspect the surroundings. I hadn’t fully checked the room before, but now I noticed a door on the right that I presumed led to the bathroom. I walked over slowly and opened it. However, it turned out to be his dressing room.

“Fuck, he has so many clothes… Why is it so spacious?”

It seemed like a brand-name store had been transported here with various watches and clothes neatly arranged. While I marveled at his wealth, I was annoyed that it wasn’t the bathroom and irritably shut the door, then continued to look for the bathroom. Thankfully, there was one, but it took a while to find it. The bathroom was unexpectedly located inside the dressing room.

“I had such a hard time finding it. Fuck, how is this place even structured?”

I cursed, threw the duvet aside, and turned on the shower. Then the opaque bathroom glass turned transparent, revealing the outside clearly.

“Fuck! Does this guy… shower while showing everything?”

Isn’t it usually the opposite? Shouldn’t it become opaque when you shower? Why does it show everything when I shower? I cursed the crazy owner as I let myself relax in the warm water.

After a long shower, seeing the scenery outside—it was a penthouse on a high floor—no one could see inside despite the glass being transparent. Plus, the view was unbelievably fantastic.

“Is this guy jerking off to the view? Anyway, the thought processes of rich bastards are incomprehensible…”

Muttering to myself, I washed and cleaned off the remnants from below, including the blood. Although my lower abdomen still pulled and hurt unpleasantly, being able to wash was a relief.

Toward the end of the shower, I even found myself humming nonchalantly, feeling quite at ease.

“Ah, feels like I could live after washing.”

Steam rose from my body. My skin glowed as if buttered, and luxurious scents wafted around. All his products were expensive high-end body washes and shampoos.

“Let’s see, clothes… I guess I should find something to wear from that dressing room… Is there anything decent?”

I carefully dried off to prevent water from dripping and then wrapped a towel around my hair. Although menstruation was bothering me, I put on a shower gown for the time being and leisurely checked his wardrobe like I was shopping.

“There are so many clothes…”

I felt through the hanging clothes. Various shirts and suits were prepared, along with matching ties and various accessories. But what I really needed was nowhere to be seen.

“What the…? Why are these clothes so subpar? All suits? Ah, this is why… lawbreakers just don’t work.”

There seemed to be no casual, comfortable attire. Where had he stuffed such clothes?

“Ah, where are the clothes? I need underwear too…!”