Kray98 climbs onto the peak of the mountain, wheezing crazily while his body was slumped forward, out of breath.

"Oh my freaking gumiho . . ." he whispered, wiping away sweat on his forehead. "I can't believe this took more than a half a year to finally finish writing . . ."

Then he looks at you.

"Oh, hey guys! Long time no see, eh?" He started laughing nervously. "Sorry for the late, late, late update! I-I can explain why it came out this late . . . I just hope that you guys didn't forget about this fanfic."

Clearing his throat, he continued, "W-Well, first of, there are many things that are happening in life that hindered me from writing this more quickly, such as academic things, other projects, and some more serious issues . . . Let's just say life finds a way to bring you down."

He sat down on the peak with his chin supported by his knuckle. "I might actually have to write another Therapy episode after I finish with this current arc. Oh, and this one was pretty hard to write because I'd to describe the mentality of the villain . . . Damn, it was very tough."

Then he snapped his fingers.

"O-Oh, by the way, this arc is gonna end soon within about 2 or 3 more episodes . . . and the last one will be very . . . special and contains something many of you might've been waiting for a long time." He gave you a knowing smile while winking. "I just hope that you enjoy that last one in the future."

He then snapped his fingers on the different hand.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that I've started drawing using a tablet since about a year ago. I'm uploading them on this place and it'd be awesome if you guys checked it out!"

He pointed at the Twitter user name: Vanillan98

"You can visit when you want to check out my works. I'm still not that good at drawing, but I'm trying my best to improve . . . and maybe someday, I might start a account . . ."

After saying that, he blushed while laughing in embarrassment.

Then, looking back down the mountain, he let out a heavy sigh.

"Well . . . it's time to write the next part . . . let's just hope it doesn't take too long this time."

He stood up and waved his hand full-heartedly at you.

"See ya later, guys! Thanks for supporting me! You guys are awesome!"

Then, he jumped back and disappeared: the sounds of his body crashing onto the side of the mountain, again and again, echoing around, accompanied by his yelps of pain.

(WARNING!) (WARNING!) (WARNING!)

THIS CHAPTER IS RATED 17+

I REPEAT, THIS CHAPTER IS RATED 17+

This one may be really disturbing to some people.

Contains a lot of dialogues of the antagonist.

Hang on it's gonna end soon.

(A/N)

The end of this long arc is almost here. After this arc is over, I'll return to writing the main storyline. After the main storyline's arc is over, I'll return to Special Episodes. And again, thanks for your support :)

In the dim VVIP room of the Shinning Star nightclub, a man was being choked almost to death right in front of the back wall. The room was big: its ceiling had lines of neon red lights set in a pattern of a chessboard, a large round table surrounded by sofas placed in a half-circle on a round and wide pedestal in its center, fancy decorations on the walls, a large TV screen on top of the entrance, and EDM playing in the background.

The room's air would've been usually filled with cigarette smoke and the large round table would've had countless wine bottles, glasses, and food on it. However, today's morning was empty.

The man who was choking him had long slicked-back blond hair, a pair of cruel and narrow black eyes, and pair of slightly hollow cheeks. He was wearing a fancy suit and there was a ring on each finger that was tightened around the other man's neck.

"Hey, loser," the man growled, tightening his grip even more. "The videos you've recorded these days are low-quality."

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry," the man answered through chokes. He was wearing a pair of old jeans, a plain shirt, and a bland jacket. His eyes had dark circles underneath them, and his frame looked warned out.

The man slammed him on the wall, forcing a pained gasp out of him.

"Oh for f*ck sake, you keep on saying 'sorry' and never improve!" He then poked his finger at the man's sweat-covered forehead hard enough to hurt. "That's why you're always licking our shoes, you parent-less loser."

The man couldn't do anything but to choke, his eyes bulging and his face becoming red.

"Say sorry one more time, you pathetic piece of sh*t," he said, shaking him as his narrow eyes narrowed even more. Then, he slightly lessened his grip.

"I . . . I'm s-s-sorry," the man gasped out, tears trickling down his dark circles.

"Good, good . . . Now apologize for answering me late yesterday."

"Wh-what?!" The man's eyes grew wide in surprise and panic, his bulging eyes looking here and there frantically as if to search for answers. "B-b-but I answered you right away!"

"You answered me one minute late that one time," he said as a sickening sneer grew on his face. "Did you f*cking forget, f*cker?"

The man just stared back at him, his eyes now filled with dismay, lost for words by the sheer senselessness of the whole situation.

"Well, I'm waiting."

". . . Why are you like this?"

The cruel and narrowed eyes blinked in surprise, not expecting something like that to be said by the man he was choking.

"What?" he hissed, his sneer turning into a snarl.

"Wh-why are you like this?!" the man yelled, the dismay in his eyes now changed to anger. "Why do you enjoy raping women, tearing away their dignity until they're nothing more than broken shells of themselves? Why do you take pride in tearing down others until they can't even function properly in society? Answer me, you sick bastard!"

The cruel-looking man actually seemed taken aback when he heard him scream those words at his face. But then, he started laughing, his cruel eyes shining with pride and cruelty as his hand suddenly tightening its grip around the other man's throat.

"You wanna know, loser?" he asked, staring straight into the other man's eyes. When he didn't answer, he shook him violently, the back of his head hitting the wall over and over again. "You wanna know?!"

When he nodded weakly, the man's mouth that was sporting a sickly-distorted smile let out a laugh.

"Then I'll tell you."

As the man gagged once more, he started talking as his eyes unfocused as if he were living in his past.

"When I was a kid, I was into imagining things. I always imagined myself in many, many situations that'll never happen to me. For example, having better parents."

He snickered, sending chills down the choking man.

"Then one day, one glorious day, I was hiding in my cousin brother's closet to surprise him. He was a really cool and awesome person; taught me a lot of things to me: how to be popular, how to manipulate other people around me, how to tear down my competitors, how to think deeply, and then plan out my moves in society. But, when he entered, he was dragging a woman his age with him. Back then, I was in kindergarten, and the things he did next shocked me to the core."

His eyes focused once again and stared into the eyes of the man he was choking.

"Do you know what happened?"

He shook, at least tried shaking, his head. However, his fearful heart could've guessed.

"He raped her, right in front of my eyes." His whole body trembled, reliving in that moment of his memory. "Even though she resisted, even though she cried, he raped her; called her a 'wh*re' or 'sl*t'; treated her as if she were nothing more than an animal while he was doing it."

He started giggling uncontrollably.

"I was so shocked when I saw it. It was as if I watched the world being created right in front of me. For days after watching that, I felt so conflicted: back when I was watching it happen, I knew it was something wrong and bad thing he was doing to that woman . . . but I felt so . . . pleasured.

"It was a pleasure that I'd never felt before back then. So, I started imagining myself in my cousin's position, raping that pathetic woman. As time passed by, my imagination about raping grew and grew until I wanted to do it for real."

His smile broadened as he cocked his head to the side.

"Do you remember high school; The good old days, isn't it? The chairman of the school we attended was my relative, so it felt like home to me back then. That was why making friends, manipulating them and others around me, rising to popularity, and tearing down others felt more natural than it should've. And that was why my constraints on my yearnings broke once back then. But . . . it was stopped.

"Do you want to know why you're in this position, loser?" he suddenly asked, cocking his head to another side.

"Wh-what do you m-mean . . . ?" the man croaked out, desperately gasping for air as he clawed at the hand that was wrapped around his throat.

"How you ended up in this pathetic position, and why I got very angry at you when you spilled your lunch on my coat." He snickered darkly, remembering the memory as if it were something pathetic. "Usually, I would've just made my friends beat you up until you couldn't move . . . but I was in a very foul mood so I made you into my personal punching bag.

"Wanna know what caused this foul mood?"

The man nodded, his fear intensifying as the other man's face suddenly darkened, his eyes unfocusing and his teeth bearing in anger.

"In high school, I almost raped a woman; it was a moment I'd always dreamed of. I was pushing this previous punching bag before you around in an empty street. Guess what happened next?" He let out a chilling laugh, his body shuddering by it. "His mom who was returning home from buying groceries saw us! She tried to discipline us, but I was too fixated on her face and body. I think she'd married very early because she looked too youthful to be a mother of a high schooler. And her body was just perfect, and her side ponytail was a nice touch. So, I tried to hit on her, but she answered me with a slap to my face. That was when I decided to unleash my yearnings on her, to rape this woman in front of me until she breaks and becomes nothing but my personal s*x slave who couldn't live ordinarily without being f*cked by me daily."

"Y-you're insane!" the man yelled, staring at him in horror. "Wh-why would you do that?! She w-was just t-trying to protect her—"

He was caught off when the man with cruel eyes punched him right in the face, making him scream in agony.

"Shut the f*ck up, you good for nothing b*tch," he hissed, giving him another punch. "I'm not done with my story."

When the man started crying bitterly, he continued with his story.

"My cousin taught me all sorts of ways to make women feel vulnerable and make them into a moaning mess. So, I used one of his techniques: caressing and fingering the woman's breasts to make her feel stimulated. It actually worked on his mom, and her son's face when he heard her moan like a sl*ut was priceless. At that moment, I imagined my friends and I dragging that punching bag and his mom to a private place, a hotel for example, and gangb*nging her right in front of his eyes while filming it . . . And maybe in the future, call her to visit me again and again by threatening her that I'd spread the video if she doesn't and later make my dad hire her as a housekeeper so that I could f*ck her whenever I like at home. By doing that, my house wouldn't feel so empty with my parents always working and not coming home. Then maybe, she'll finally break and become a sl*tty skank . . . like every woman should be."

He let out a sigh as if picturing his appalling imagination in his mind.

"I was planning to drag them to a hotel after we'd some more fun with her on the street. So, I signaled one of my friends to . . . 'pleasure her from behind' . . . But something happened."

Suddenly, his grip tightened so hard the man couldn't even scream. The cruel man's eyes became slits as his face contorted into an expression of hate and rage.

"A b*tch stopped us."

His friend was in the middle of pulling down the woman's long skirt when something hit him on the side of his head. Screaming, he fell sideways, clutching the place where something had hit him.

His friends stopped laughing, and the woman's son who was staring in shock at what was happening in front of his eyes stared in the direction where something had come from.

The cruel-eyed high schooler looked down at what had hit his friend and saw that it was a brick.

"What're you guys doing to that lady?" A cruel and cold voice of a girl came from somewhere to his left.

Turning his head while dropping his hands from the woman's breasts, he saw a girl around his age wearing a uniform of a different high school standing some meters away. She had long black hair and a pair of sharp and beautiful-looking eyes. Her lips were smiling, but her eyes were cold, cold enough to make him flinch.

"Wh-who are you?!" he yelled at her. "Can't you see we're busy?"

"D-dude," one of his friends said nervously. To his surprise, he heard horror in his voice. "I-I know who that girl is."

"Oh yeah?" he asked, whirling around to glare at the guy who said it in annoyance. "Who is it, then?"

The guy looked like a person who just saw a ghost. "S-she is that crazy b*tch who beat the sh*t out of the wh-whole senior gang of our school . . ."

Blood drained away from his face as the annoyance turned into fear. "Y-you mean . . . that maniac girl from the high school near ours . . . ?"

When the guy nodded frantically, he slowly turned around to face the girl whose smile broadened. Now, somehow, she looked even bigger than before as she stepped closer.

"Were you all about to rape that poor kid's mom?" she asked, cocking her head to one side. "Oh, how cruel of you."

Her voice sounded sarcastic and playful, yet scornful at the same time.

"Wh-what does it matter to you?!" he yelled, stepping back a little as she came closer and closer. "D-do you even know her?"

Her smile suddenly turned into a blood-chilling scowl. "I just hate watching women getting pushed around; that's all, you sick bastard," she said with a voice so cold he felt as if he were going to freeze on that spot. "And you better not bully this woman's son again or else I'll be visiting you."

"W-we should run," another friend of his whispered at him, sounding very anxious and jumpy. "I-I heard her parents are q-quite rich and powerful . . . Sh-she'd get away with a-anything even if she beats us to death!"

"My parents are rich and powerful, too, you f*cking bastard!" he hissed back at the guy, making him flinch. "I can get away with anything, too . . ."

"Oh really?" Now her voice sounded very, very dangerous; cold as ice and manacing as a giant anaconda. "Then you wanna fight me, hon?"

Staring into her eyes was like staring into a black hole of madness, so after glaring into her eyes for a moment, he looked away.

"Fine . . ." he grumbled, turning around and starting to walk away. "I'm not interested in older women anyway . . ."

As his friends hurriedly followed him, some even stumbling to get away from the girl, he looked back at her to see her approaching the woman. Her son, that they were pushing around, stood there; looking lost and afraid, still shocked from what had happened in front of him.

The woman, who had come back to her senses, quickly pulled up her long skirt and lowered her bra and then her sweater to cover her exposed body. Then, she fell onto her knees and started crying miserably.

When the girl stood in front of the crying woman, she crouched down and hugged her, patting her back softly.

"It's alright now, ma'am," he heard her say to the woman. "It's alright."

The woman cried her eyes out as she hugged her back, her pride shattered like a glass fallen onto the ground.

He stared at the girl who'd stopped him, pure rage and poisonous vile filling his chest.

"B*tch . . ." he whispered, turning away from them. "Someday, you'll pay for this."

"And that wasn't the last time I saw her," he growled, now his nails clawing into the side of the man's neck he was holding. The man was now desperately choking and struggling against his grip, clawing at his arm as his eyes rolled. However, the man with cruel eyes didn't seem to notice. "At the party to celebrate newcomers who've made entrance to a collage I've attended, I've found another chance. I was a second-year back then, and there was this couple in the group of newcomers . . . The girl was hot, but she didn't say anything at that party nor did her expression changed from that blank expression of hers. The guy looked like an introvert, and I've decided that he didn't deserve her.

"Then do you know what my friends and I did?" He relaxed his hand to let the man say something.

After several coughs, he croaked out, "I . . . I don't k-know . . ."

"We made them drink alcohol until they were too drunk to move or think properly. So, we decided that while my friends escorted the guy to a cab, I was going to bring his girlfriend to a hotel and give her . . . the night she'd ever had.

"But . . ." Once more, his hand tightened around the man's throat, cutting him in the middle of inhaling air. Ignoring his threshings, he said, "that b*ch stopped me once more."

As he started walking after sharing some words with his friends, he started imagining what he'd do. He'd first get her to be addicted to being 'in bed' with him first, then maybe after several meetings in hotels, he'll perhaps make her talk to her boyfriend on a video call while in the middle of doing 'it'.

Would it be more heartbreaking if I showed him our act on live? He wondered. Then he decided against it. No . . . not letting him know that she's being f*cked by another man while having a video call with him would be more fun to watch.

"Good luck, man," his friend said over his shoulder.

"Thanks," the cruel-eyed man replied, looking sideways at the girl who was leaning on him for support while being very unconscious due to alcohol. "I'll make her mine for sure."

"Not so fast, you horny bastards."

Sharply turning his head to look in the direction where the familiar voice had come from, he froze when he saw the b*ch standing at the entrance of the restaurant that the party was taking place. She had attended the same college as he did, and they occasionally met in the hallways. She'd always give him a knowing stare as if she still hadn't forgotten about that day he tried to rape his personal punching bag's mom.

It enraged him, but there was nothing he could do. At least, not yet.

She was wearing a pair of tight jeans, a black sweater, and a leather jacket. She had her raven hair tied into a side ponytail; a similar one to the previously mentioned mom.

He didn't move and neither did his friend who was about to leave to get a taxi for the girl's drunken boyfriend he was supporting. He felt himself starting to feel terrified by the aura of the b*ch.

She stepped closer to him, her cold, terrifying eyes glinting maliciously in the neon signs in the streets.

"You haven't changed, have you?" She asked, her sneer revealing a perfect set of teeth. "Well, well . . . what a surprise indeed."

"What the f*ck do you want," he growled through his teeth, trying to look angry but in truth feeling terrified by her presence.

She let out a peal of exotic laughter, one hand caressing her chin in amusement. "Isn't it obvious? I want you to let them go."

"Wh-why should we listen to you?"

"Because," she said, stepping forward toward him as her eyes bored into his, "if you don't, I'll make sure you are deleted from the face of this planet."

Her words made waves of horror wash over his lungs, making them beat fast as if he were in the coldest place on the planet. Instantly, he pushed the drunk girl toward the b*ch, and she gracefully caught her before she fell onto the sidewalk.

His friend quickly came up to her and presented her with the girl's also drunk boyfriend.

After the last threatening and bone-chilling glare over her shoulders accompanied with a psychotic smile, she walked away, one shoulder supporting the girl while the other supporting the boyfriend.

"Now come along, juniors," he heard her say to them, "I'll leave you guys at a hotel I know."

The girl drunkenly said something to her, which made the b*ch laugh. "Yes, yes, I'll buy some condoms for you. I'm sure you'll have a great night . . . unlike someone I know."

"That b*ch . . ." The snarl came out more animalistic than he'd expected, but he didn't care. "Someday . . . some f*cking day, I'll tear you down and break you over and over until you're nothing."

As they went out of view, he gritted his teeth as his hands tightened into fists.

"I can promise you that, you f*cking wh*re."

"Since then, I'd had no chance of retribution on her," the man whispered, now his hand tightened around the other man's throat with such strength that he was at the verge of dying; his eyes rolling back and only showing white, and his mouth opened in a silent scream. He no longer had the energy to fight back, so his legs had stopped kicking and his arms stopped flailing.

Finally, the cruel man released him, making him fall onto the ground like a ragdoll. He watched him gasp for air, cough as if there were no tomorrow, wheeze like an old man, and clutch his throat in pain.

So pathetic.

"Are you done already?" His narrow eyes narrowed in annoyance. "I don't have all the time in the world, you know."

The only response he got was more gasps and wheezes.

"Anyways, we both went down a similar path: the path of becoming an idol." Clicking his tongue, he kicked the fallen man's stomach, making him gasp out in pain. "I've always watched her from a distance, trying to find an opening for revenge . . . then I finally found one some months ago."

He crouched down and stared down at the fallen man's face, which was still contorting in pain with his mouth wide open for air.

"Have you ever heard about this new K-pop girl group called 'K/DA', loser?"

He nodded desperately amidst the gasps.

A peal of cruel laughter started in his throat when he saw his response. "Guess what? That bitch is one of the members." He then grasped the other man's hair and yanked his head around; the man powerless to stop him. "And I'm going to break her after forcing her to watch her dear friends break."

He then stood up and turned around, his eyes unfocusing as he started to imagine his disgusting fantasies. "It's such a good thing that I've got a lot of pictures that Ahri doesn't want me to post online . . . and I've placed some of my goons to keep eyes on her all the time since about a week ago, so I could meet her whenever I please. I wonder how that f*cking b*ch will feel when Ahri, her best f*cking friend, betrays her and the rest of them by bringing them to this place where my friends and I will be waiting for them . . . after I meet Ahri and make her bring them here. I can't wait to see their faces when they see that fox wh*re getting forced to act like a c*m sl*t . . . and when they also get their dignities broken down again and again and again . . ."

The fallen man made more wheezing sounds, breaking the cruel man out of his fantasies. He glanced back at the fallen man and then whirled around, kicking him square in the face.

As he cried out in pain, the cruel man yelled, "There's some f*cking trash in the VVIP room, take it out right now!"

While the fallen man was going in and out of consciousness, he felt someone grabbing him by the back of his neck. He was dragged through places he didn't recognize, his body parts sometimes bumping into walls or the ground. It was as if he were trapped in a never-ending nightmare.

Then, he felt cold night wind on his face, and before he could even savor it, he was thrown onto the sidewalk right outside the club.

Gasping in cold air, he shakily stood up, his head and body swaying here and there. The first thing he notices was people standing in line to enter the club he was just thrown out of. They were all staring at him, giving him funny looks.

He heard people snickering around him, a few pointing fingers directed at him while whispering at their companion.

It was as if he were back in high school.

Feeling his body starting to tremble in anxiety he didn't know was still there, he ran. He ran and ran, shoving aside pedestrians while his vision was nothing more than blurred lines of neon and darkness of the night, tears filling his eyes.

I can't take it anymore! he thought as he started sobbing as his wide-open eyes unleashed tears of anguish and stress. Why . . . Why are these things happening to me? Why can't I run from my past? And why is everything no different from my high school days?!

He fell over after hitting shoulder to shoulder with a pedestrian. Crying out in pain, he quickly got up and continued running, running even though his hands and knees were bleeding, even though he damn knew he could never escape the clutches of evil.

When will this purgatory end . . . ? Oh, grandmother . . . I cannot even feel safe in your apartment you left behind . . .

While he was running, the cruel man was still in his VVIP room in the club, emptying a bottle of expensive wine and throwing it away when the content was gone.

"Day by day, I'm sure Ahri's being hunted by me," he whispered, running a hand through his hair as a sickening smile spread once more. "And her having a boyfriend is out of the question . . ."

He laughed as he started walking toward the exit, the wine making him stumble a bit.

"I wonder what she's doing now . . . probably still dreading the day when I'd approach her for a . . . 'favor', I suppose."

His laughter, this time louder, was absorbed by the sound of club music when he opened the door.

"Wait for me, Ahri . . . I'm coming for you soon enough."

"Tada!" Ahri said, showing off her nine tails. "The power of nanobots!"

Her nine tails now, covered in countless nanobots, looked like purple see-through crystals, just like how her tails looked on TV.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, stretching out my hand and touching one. It felt smooth, just like a crystal would. "So this was how your fox tails changed . . . I was so confused when you started K/DA because the Ahri I remembered had real tails."

"Many fans were confused because of that, yes," Evelynn replied while tapping her chin thoughtfully as if she was remembering something. "Some even thought she did surgery."

"The problem with this is that my tails feel a little stuffy," Ahri said, carefully dusting off the nanobots into a black case, revealing her white nine foxtails.

"Those nanobots are designed to stick to furs and themselves, so whenever Ahri separates or forms her tails into one, they could move fluidly without any problems." Evelynn glanced down at the case as Ahri closed it. "They weren't cheap, but I paid for them, nevertheless."

Ahri picked up the case, crouched down, and pushed it underneath her bed, scratching the place right underneath her purple choker with a golden heart around her neck in annoyance. "Evelynn, I've already told you over and over and showed you that I was grateful for your payment, so stop trying to nudge me into doing something more."

"It was worth the try," Evelynn said with a shrug.

We were in Ahri's room; me, Akali, Kai'Sa, Evelynn on Ahri's large four-poster bed while Ahri showed off how the nanobots change her tails into crystal ones. They were all wearing the same outfits as yesterday and they were lazing around on her bed.

Akali was playing a mobile game on her smartphone, violently shaking it and aggressively tapping the screen with her fingers. She was lying on the bed, her arms outstretched toward the ceiling and her head on Ahri's pillow. Even though it was morning.

Kai'Sa was sleeping silently, her face buried in Ahri's another pillow with most of her body covered by the blanket. She moved sometimes, rubbing her face on the pillow while occasionally whispering something about Ahri's hair feeling and smelling nice.

Evelynn was lying near my legs, manicuring her nails. She occasionally looked glanced at me, a seductive grin always accompanying her. If I accidentally kick her, she'd roll off the edge of the bed. The smell of her manicure was so strong that even though I was sitting between Akali and Kai'Sa, it struck my nose like a baseball to the face.

It was a lazy and usual Sunday morning.

When Ahri stood up, her golden eyes were on me with a sly smile on her face.

"Jeffric, I think my tails feel somewhat stiff because of equipping the nanobots. Could you massage them for me?"

Flinching slightly, I nervously looked around the room, becoming conscious of Evelynn and Akali staring at me with sly smiles on their face.

"Wh-why me . . . ?" I asked her, unable to meet her eyes.

"Because you're my boyfriend, that's why." Her voice was so sweet that it was intoxicating in a good way.

"Come on, Jeffric!" Akali said, and before I could protest, she'd already lifted me with her strong hands as if I were nothing but a child and moved me toward the edge of the bed.

I'd my eyes closed for the entire time, but the several touches of some things fluffy on my face forced me to open my eyes. All nine of her fluffy fox tails were pressing onto my face, rubbing it as if they were cleaning off dust.

"W-waahhh?!"

"Now, give them some massage, darling," Ahri cooed, looking over her shoulder with a wink. "If you do well, I'll let you kiss me even longer than usual before we sleep."

Akali let out a delighted shriek like one time she was watching adorable puppies on Youtube. "Oh my god, did you guys do 'it'?!"

Ahri quickly looked away and her fox tails started rubbing my face frantically. "N-no, we didn't! And don't say something like that again in front of Jeffric . . ."

At the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Evelynn frowning in frustration. But, I wasn't sure because the nine tails that were swarming over my face obscured my view.

"C-come on, Jeffric," Ahri said, and from her voice, I could tell she was still feeling uncomfortable from whatever Akali had said. "Massage them gently, please."

Wouldn't touching someone's tail be similar to touching their butt? Both were located near the lower back, so shouldn't be tails treated like people's behind?

"I . . . I'm bad at massaging . . ." I finally answered, my fingers flinching in embarrassment. "I-I can't even massage myself . . ."

"At least try, darling." The movements of her tails matched her soothing voice: slowly and gently rubbing my face from every direction. Whenever I turned my head, they kept on rubbing. One even tried to get into my mouth, but I wasn't quite sure because it might've been Ahri's miscalculation on moving her tails. I mean, she has nine tails so I was sure she made mistakes sometimes.

Finally, I gave in and started massaging one of her fox tails. I squeezed the soft thing with my two hands, making her let out a small, incoherent noise.

What noise is she making? I wondered, squeezing it up and down, trying to be strong but gentle at the same time. With every squeeze, she let more small, incoherent noises and occasionally even flinched.

"I-Is everything alright?" I asked her, feeling concerned with the way she was acting.

"Y-Yes, everything's alright, darling." Her voice was unnaturally trembling a little, sounding as if she were giddy or pleasured "B-But, could you m-massage them more quickly . . . ?"

"Wh-Why, of course." I started to squeeze even faster, moving through all the nine tails as I felt her spasm of movements and listened to her moans.

Why am I blushing? I thought as I moved to another one. She's just moaning . . . nothing to be embarrassed about . . .

"It'd take a long time at this rate, hon," Evelynn said. Then, she came over and grasped Ahri's third tail with her long-clawed fingers. "Let me help."

"Me, too!" Akali chimed in, grasping her fourth one.

Kai'Sa started snoring.

"W-Wait a se—Hannnng!"

We started massaging her tails, and her body trembled more than before as her moans grew louder.

"Umm . . . sh-shouldn't we stop . . . ?" I asked Evelynn nervously as I massaged her fifth tail. "Sh-She's unnaturally moaning a lot."

"Don't worry," she smiled coldly with a sideglance, which looked somewhat scary. "She's having a good time right now." Then, she turned her head toward Akali. "Rogue."

"Yeah?"

"Squeeze it harder."

Akali grinned devilishly. "Yes ma'am."

"W-Wa—Mmph!—wait! D-Don—Oooh!"

She let out a cry and fell onto her knees, her body convulsing so much that I let go of the tail I was massaging.

"A-Are you okay?" I quickly got off the bed, ran around, and crouched down in front of her, placing both of my hands on her shoulders.

She was still shuddering and her face was red as a strawberry; her lips trembling as her eyes shook in their sockets.

"I-I'm okay, darling," she whispered, making a weak smile. "I'm f—Haannng!"

Suddenly, she embraced me tightly as she let out another moan, her body trembling violently. Evelynn had squeezed both of her tails at once, her lips forming a cold but wicked smile and her eyes glinting slyly.

"It's not over, yet, Foxy," Evelynn drawled, starting to massage the two tails. "Don't get distracted."

"W-Wait a sec—ooond!"

For a while, I was in the arms of Ahri who kept on jolting and moaning with her arms so tight around me, I thought I couldn't breathe.

"H . . . help," I gasped out.

Ahri was lying on Jeffric when Evelynn and Akali had stopped massaging her tails. Jeffric was struggling to stand up, but couldn't because of Ahri's arms were wrapped around him.

Ahri's body shuddered a little, her breathing heavy from all the moaning. Her nine tails, too, shuddered as they swayed behind her, sometimes even winding around each other like two snakes.

"Ah-Ahri, could you let me go, p-please . . . ?" Jeffric asked, looking uncomfortable with her weight pressing onto him.

She gave him a wobbly, yet playful smile, her eyes glinting with humor.

"But . . . I . . . love . . . you . . . darling . . ." she said through her heavy breathing, tightening her arms around him even more.

Jeffric's face turned bright red and he looked away. "I . . . I know . . ." he whispered.

"Alright, alright, enough lovey-dovey talks," Evelynn said, clapping her hands as she got off Ahri's bed. Then, she tugged at one of Ahri's tails with one hand. "Hey, I need to talk to you about something," she said, observing her free hand's manicured fingernails

"N-No . . . I like it here . . ." Ahri whined and started rubbing her cheek against Jeffric's, making him moan a little in surprise and embarrassment.

"You can hug your boyfriend whenever you guys are sleeping," Evelynn said firmly. "Now, follow me, Foxy, or I will unfollow you on social media."

Huffing, Ahri stood up after giving Jeffric a deep kiss on his cheek. As Jeffric curled up into a ball in embarrassment while Akali peeked down at him from the bed like a cat looking down at the kitten, Ahri followed Evelynn out into the living room.

"Close the door." Evelynn gestured at it without looking back. "This needs to be private."

After looking at her weirdly, Ahri closed the door of her room. While doing that, Evelynn had walked up to the sofa and had sat down with her legs crossed and arms folded. For some reason, she looked suddenly somewhat impatient.

"What's the matter, Eve?" Ahri asked, suddenly feeling some kind of tension building up in her own living room.

"Sit down next to me," Evelynn commanded, nodding at the place on the sofa right next to her.

At that moment, Ahri thought Evelynn was acting a bit like a mother, even though she didn't know how mothers acted due to her never having one.

When she sat down next to her, Evelynn placed a hand on Ahri's thigh, making her flinch, as she shook her head sideways as if she were disappointed in the fox.

"Ahri, how much did you progress with Jeffric?" she asked, glancing sideways at her with her cold, sharp eyes.

Ahri started feeling very uneasy.

Don't tell me this is a mom and daughter s*x talk situation . . . she thought in horror as both of her fox ears stood straight up and her nine tails froze in mid-air.

"Wh-What do you mean by that . . . ?"

Evelynn rolled her eyes, letting out an exasperated heavy sigh.

"What do you think I mean by that, Foxy?" Evelynn took off her purple sunglasses to stare into Ahri's eyes. Ahri instantly recoiled, looking away. "No, Ahri, don't you dare break eye contact with me."

She gulped and looked back at Evelynn, feeling as if Evelynn's beautiful pupils were hypnotizing her. "Wh-What are you doing . . ."

"Keep on staring into my eyes and answer my question." Evelynn's grip on her thigh tightened a little as her presence grew in the living room. "You still didn't do 'it' with him, did you?"

"I didn't . . . yet," Ahri answered after a nervous gulp. "B-But rolling around on the bed while k-kissing and hugging each other has the s-same result as making love so I don't see the point of this conversation, E-Eve!"

"What 'same result' are you talking about?"

Ahri felt so little at that moment. "B-Being out of breath, sweating all lot . . . lying on the same bed . . . ?"

Evelynn shook her head with another heavy sigh. "Stop stalling and just do it, will you?" Then she suddenly smirked. "At least start off by making him give you an Australian kiss."

Ahri squinted at her in confusion, "What's that?"

Evelynn just smiled mysteriously at her. "Google it."

Maybe it's a similar thing to the French Kiss . . . Ahri thought.

She pulled out her smartphone and googled it, and when she found out what it was, she instantly turned her phone off as her face grew red, her nine tails moving around frantically.

"Wh-Wh-What the hell Eve?!" Ahri yelled, shaking Evelynn after grabbing her shoulders. "H-How the hell am I supposed to make him do this? Are you insane?!"

"Just sit on him while he's asleep," Evelynn answered, poking Ahri's arms with her claws to make them let go. "And don't you want to do it to him?"

"I . . . uh . . ."

Evelynn gave her a knowing look. "Be honest when you answer this."

Ahri's tails settled down and both of her ears flattened. "I-I do," she said sheepishly, looking away with her face blushing a lot.

Evelynn laughed. "Just have some courage and do it, Ahri."

"I will do it, so don't push me . . . although I don't know when I'll do it."

"Well, do it quickly, Foxy," Evelynn said with a sideways stare, a sly smile on her face. "Or someone will take his virginity before you do . . ."

Ahri was alerted at that instance. "You're not trying to do 'it' with him, are you?!"

Evelynn pressed the tip of the long golden claw of her index finger on her chin while cocking her head to one side as if trying to look innocent. "Who knows, my dear little fox," she drawled seductively. "Maybe I am or maybe I'm not."

"You better not." Ahri glowered at her for a moment. Then, she let out a sigh of resignation and pressed her back on the sofa.

"By the way, I'm going to go shopping today; wanna come with me?"

Evelynn shook her head while caressing her thighs. "No, my legs are quite tired you see; I think they wouldn't fancy walking around a lot."

Ahri shrugged. "Well, your loss; I'm gonna buy this cute white blouse with ruffles and I'm not going to lend it to you even if you sit on your knees and beg."

Evelynn laughed. "Sorry, but I'll never do that to anyone." Then, she glanced at the door to Ahri's room. "By the way, why don't you go shopping with Jeffric? He'd be joyful if you do that."

"Yeah . . . I should." Ahri cuffed both of her hands on her cheeks while letting out a dreamy sigh. "Maybe I should make him choose which set of underwear I should buy . . . He'd be so embarrassed and blush a lot . . ."

Evelynn raised one eyebrow at her. "You like humiliating him, Foxy?"

"No, I just like seeing his embarrassed look on his face." Ahri giggled like a fangirl. "I wanna bite his cheeks so much."

Evelynn shook her head while the corner of her lips moved slightly upward.

It warms my heart to see you being so happy, Ahri, Evelynn thought while patting her on the head—which Ahri reacted with a purr. I can't wait for you to regain your strength to stand on the stage once more.

Evelynn imagined Ahri once again smiling her carefree smile while being on the stage, bathing in the cheers of the crowd and the colorful lights of the stage. Then the scene transitioned to her memory so far ago of her:

Ahri guided Evelynn with her hand clasped with hers through isles of Arcade machines in a small arcade located near the movie theater where they were about to watch some movie; pointing out games while talking about them so quickly and excitedly Evelynn couldn't help but to smile.

Evelynn's lips formed into a full smile. It was a memory stretching back to their middle school days, and Ahri's smile was so vivid and colorful that it warmed her heart to this day, making an emotion to swell within her heart. Maybe it was a feeling that Evelynn's mother had felt about Evelynn when she was just a small girl. She wasn't sure, but she hoped she was right.

I want to see you smile like that, Foxy.

Ahri skipped through the street while whistling happily in the afternoon sunlight. She was wearing jeans, a plain white shirt, and a long black coat over them. She covered her nine tails and her fox ears with illusion, so she looked like a normal human.

As a gumiho/vastaya, she could do that, but she avoided doing it whenever she could just cover her animalistic body parts with a coat and hat. But today, she was wearing a coat that couldn't cover her tails and she didn't want to wear a hat.

Sadly, she wasn't able to buy the clothing she wanted, but she didn't let that misfortune make her day go sour. Instead, she decided to buy Jeffric something delicious to eat and imagining his happy face made her forget about the fact she couldn't buy the blouse.

Oh well, maybe next time I could buy it, she thought, passing by an alleyway. I should ask him what he wants to eat.

Pulling out her smartphone, she dialed his new smartphone's number and waited for him to answer.

Only a few seconds later, he answered.

"H-Hello, Ah-Ahri?"

"Hey, Jeffric, do you wanna eat something?"

"W-Well, not i-in particular . . ."

Ahri giggled. She liked his humbleness.

"Well, maybe I should buy some—"

Suddenly, she felt a hand clasping over her shoulder, making her stop in her tracks. Before she could say anything, she heard a voice that she'd been hearing from her nightmares over and over again until Jeffric came into her life.

The voice that sounded like it came from the cruel side of hell, where sinners who were condemned by their actions against others crawled. It was dripping with venom and cruelness, his selfish yearnings even coming through from it.

"Long time no see, Ahri."

Her eyes grew wide in fear as her legs started to tremble.

What she'd feared for years was happening.

She pressed a button in her jacket pocket.

"Shall we talk in somewhere more . . . private?" The cruel man continued as his fingers brushed downward onto her back from her shoulder. "Let's . . . 'talk' like good old times . . . unless you want the 'pictures' to go online, that is."

"Ahri, what's h-happening?"

"Hang up right now." Now, his hand was touching her buttcheek, gently caressing it in an almost loving manner. However, Ahri knew very well there was no such thing as love in him; only lust existed in his damned soul. "I don't want any distractions . . . and don't you dare try to get help."

Wincing by the touch, she said in a shaking voice, "J-Jeffric, I need to hang up right now; I've got something . . . I've lost."

There was a slight pause. But after a slight delay, Jeffric answered, "O-Okay, I'll hang up."

When he hung up, Ahri put her smartphone in her jacket pocket, her arms and hands trembling.

"Good job, sl*t." Nobody was around in the street they were in, so nobody saw the cruel man squeeze Ahri's butt, making her wince again. "Now, let's go into the alleyway that you've just walked past and . . . talk."

Ahri didn't move.

Her body was still trembling, but she didn't move.

Instead, a vicious and animalistic smile so cruel was spread across her face, revealing her perfect teeth while her sharp, beautiful eyes were narrowed into predatory eyes. The man couldn't see it, but if he had, he would've been taken by surprise.

Because her expression was reminiscent to a hunter's who have realized they've cornered their prey.

A predator's expression when they've cornered their target.

I've been waiting for this to happen for years, Ahri thought in glee.

The button she had pressed in her jacket pocket was linked to a tiny, yet expensive recording device she'd bought years ago attached to the collar area by thin wires.

Everything he was saying was being recorded, and everything he was going to say was going to be recorded.

Soon, you won't be the only one with an advantage over someone else's head, Ahri thought as she made an expression filled with terror, grief, and fear that she'd practiced a lot many, many times before turning around. You've made a terrible mistake confronting me, you disgusting rapist piece of filth.