When playing games, there were moments when things went awry. Each time, I improvised and bounced back like a spring.
– Wow… Poksup’s life-flashing-before-eyes mode ON.
– Yeo Woo-rim’s life-flashing-before-eyes activated lol.
– Really plays like a gaming fox.
– Did you see that chicken herding just now? Dodging skill recoil was legendary.
– Give this guy the MVP of the month.
That’s how I ended up with the nickname “Walking Life-Flashing-Before-Eyes.” Even if I lost in the end, I always managed to create brief, unforgettable moments—scenes worth watching again and again. My creative plays were clipped into highlight reels and passed around like collector’s items.
Performance-wise, I wasn’t a top-tier player. But fame? I had that in spades. In the community, people talked about my face, sure—but just as often, they talked about those chaotic, brilliant highlight videos.
‘A quick glance is captivating, but stare too long and it gets dull.’
That’s you, Yeo Woo-rim.
…To be more accurate, only the short, edited clips ever held attention—not the full matches.
Still, thanks to that fleeting fame, I once looked up my nickname: “Life-Flashing-Before-Eyes.”
Life-Flashing-Before-Eyes: A phenomenon where, just before death, a surge of neural activity lights up the brain. The exact cause is unknown.
But one explanation stayed with me: “In a moment of crisis, the brain scans through your life for a way out.”
A theory that the brain fights to survive.
And right now, that thought hit me hard: There’s no way out of this.
My brain kicked into overdrive, desperately flipping through memories in search of an escape. But nothing useful surfaced. When I was stressed, I used to watch adult videos. Some of them featured people getting caught while trying to escape—then ending up in intense sex. But not once did I see a video where someone successfully escaped without getting dragged into it.
So… in this situation, the odds were clear: A 100% chance of sex.
“I’ll make it fun for you.”
What… what does he mean by that?
Trying to buy time and calm myself, I tucked my fox tail tightly between my buttocks, using it to shield the entrance. Technically, there was a way to get out of this—a rather desperate one: I could transform into a baby fox. No matter how turned on Kessler was, there’s no way he’d do anything to a chubby little fox cub. At worst, he might try to nibble on my tail, but that’d stop the moment I kicked him in the face with my hind legs.
‘It’s kind of a cheap trick, though…’
Shapeshifting into a baby fox after all this teasing and buildup? That would be the ultimate buzzkill. No matter how I spun it, it was clear—I wasn’t getting out of this.
Tick-tock, tick-tock. Thump-thump, thump-thump.
My heart pounded in rhythm with the ticking clock.
Kessler began to gently pry my tail away, strand by strand, unthreading it from its position between my cheeks. Feeling the impending crisis, my buttocks clenched instinctively.
“Why are you squeezing so tight? You’ve got quite the muscular ass, don’t you?”
“It’s called a magnificent butt, thank you very much.”
I tried to lighten the mood with nonsense, but it didn’t help at all.
It wasn’t my first time, and I didn’t exactly dislike it, so why was I trying so hard to delay? After a moment’s thought, I realized—it was probably that size. Yeah, I definitely needed to brace myself mentally…
Kessler chuckled and pulled me close, wrapping me up in his arms. Just the weight of him pressing against me was enough to take my breath away.
“Ugh… you’re heavy.”
“Heavy?”
In one swift motion, Kessler flipped me over, reversing our positions so he was lying beneath me, and I ended up on top.
“Better now?”
He wasn’t just persistent—he was creative in his efforts to keep me from escaping.
“Ah!”
“Hehe, surprise attack.”
In the flailing that followed, I accidentally knocked over the perfume I’d left on the windowsill. The soft scent of peach began to spread through the room.
“This one’s all spilled now.”
“It’s fine.”
The perfumes I’d crafted before were straightforward in their themes—each scent easily recognizable. But this one was different. My blending skills had grown, and this wasn’t just a peach fragrance anymore. It had depth… a richness that lingered in the air, adding an intimate tension to what was about to unfold.
He held me tight, and I squirmed in his arms like a dragonfly tangled in a spider’s web.
“Wait—if we’re doing this properly, can we at least wash up first?”
“Don’t worry. You can wash in my cum.”
“What are you even saying…?”
Whoosh. Five of my tails hit the floor in one sweep. I scrambled to cover myself with the remaining four, squeezing them between my buttocks in a final, desperate defense. But Kessler’s grip was stronger than my own clenched muscles.
Whoosh. His shorts landed right behind my discarded tails. A second later, my pants were yanked down too, leaving my bare skin pressed directly against the unmistakable shape behind me.
“Hold on—you can’t just put it in right away!”
“Call me husband.”
“I’m not calling you that.”
I couldn’t believe the nonsense coming out of his mouth—especially with that bright, cheerful tone.
“Relax, chubby.”
“Chubby? What kind of nickname is that?”
Stunned, I turned to look at him—only for him to bite down on my ear, then suck at my cheek like he was trying to eat it.
“Yum yum. Feels good.”
His saliva coated my cheek, leaving behind a weird, wet sensation. I wiped it off with the back of my hand.
“I wiped it. So do it again.”
“…Why?”
“Because whenever you’ve got my spit on you, you freeze up. Stay perfectly still.”
“Then… the other side.”
I’d offered him my left cheek before—so this time, I turned and gave him the right.
“I go yum yum, you go meow meow.”
“…You’ve really been spouting nonsense all night.”
Should I be satisfied that Kessler had gone back to his usual upbeat self?
“It feels good. How about you?”
After contentedly sucking on my cheek, he looked at me, checking my expression.
“…It’s a little uncomfortable.”
“What can I do to make it comfortable?”
Honestly, just removing the thing grinding between my buttocks would help.
“I want to lie down properly.”
At last, missionary. I sank into the softness of the blanket beneath me—finally not pinned under Kessler’s weight. He gently spread my legs into an M-shape, then gave my body a leisurely once-over from head to toe.
The setting sun was too damn bright.
“…What are you doing?”
“You’re all pink—even your dick. Looks like a matching set. Is it a special item?”
“No, it’s just my natural color—ugh, why do I even have to explain this?”
To prove my point, I placed my hand over his, which had grabbed me again.
“Cursing’s hot. Kinda cute, too.”
“I’m losing it…”
Then came the sniffing. It was one of his old habits, but having him press his nose against such sensitive areas was still humiliating.
“…Does it smell okay?”
“…Yeah. It’s good.”
I nearly died when his hand brushed my tip.
“Are you seriously planning to sniff, bite, lick, and sample everything?”
“I won’t bite.”
“You better not.”
Right then, Kessler’s red tongue darted out—clearly his answer.
Lick, lick.
My toes curled involuntarily.
“This is insane… It’s embarrassing to do this solo—can’t we do it together?”
“Really?”
“Yes. It feels like it’d be more fun that way.”
If I was going to be involved, I wanted to really be involved.
“Then lie down properly.”
“Like this?”
His eyes sparkled with anticipation.
I climbed on top of him, lowered myself near his face, and he didn’t hesitate—my tip disappeared into his mouth.
“Mmm…”
Perfect 69 position. I reached for his cock—only to pause.
“…Huh?”
Reality hit. The height difference. Kessler was tall and well-endowed; I was average and… struggling.
Just a bit more. I pulled his cock toward me, tried to fit it into my mouth, but it kept slipping out. Meanwhile, he was clinging to my ass like he’d rented it and was slurping away like it was honey.
Even when I managed to get it in, it would bump against my upper lip before popping back out.
“Ah…”
Despite that, the sensation of being sucked was dangerously overwhelming. This man was not a beginner.
“…Be honest. This isn’t your first time, is it? Ah!”
Every time I neared the edge, he would suck hard—twisting my body with the sudden intensity.
The 69 collapsed. His cock had basically become my support beam. Still, I desperately pumped it with my hand. I didn’t want to just be a cute fox—I wanted to be a capable man, someone who gave as much as he took.
“Wait! Let me suck, too!”
“Okay.”
He obediently let go of my tip, and I adjusted my position to properly take him in.
“Choose—pudding or my cock.”
“Don’t make me choose between the two!”
“No picky eaters, baby fox.”
God, this guy. I opened my mouth to retort—but froze.
A slick, strange sensation spread across my butt.
[System]: Aroma Love Gel activated.
Looking down, I realized—he was rubbing the reward gel I’d gotten after our first mating around my hole.
Flustered, I sucked harder.
“Are you going to put it in?”
“Your hole looks like it’s yawning.”
“…I can’t see it.”
He kept kissing around my rim. Each exhale made it tighten, then loosen, like it had a mind of its own. I tried to clench, but when his tongue slipped in—
“Ah!”
“Tastes like love gel.”
He made a face.
“I’m going in now.”
“With your dick?”
“Yep.”
“Can I go in first?”
“You?”
“I’ve got one too.”
“Mine’s bigger.”
“Still, is there a way for me to go in?”
“Where would you even put it?”
“I thought if I poked your butt, a hole might magically appear.”
I jabbed at his firm ass, half-joking, half-hoping, but found nothing—just smooth, flawless skin.
“That tickles.”
Damn it.
I shut my eyes tightly. The next second, we flipped again.
The blanket was no longer smooth; it was rumpled and twisted from all our writhing. Kessler grinned, his lips wet with traces of the gel. He rubbed his cheek against my neck before biting my nipple and sucking softly.
“Mmm…”
“Soft and squishy.”
“Then be gentle.”
“I am being gentle.”
His voice was muffled, lips still attached to my skin. When he nibbled at my collarbone, I shuddered.
“No, that’s too rough.”
“Wanna see what rough really is?”
His eyes gleamed. My chest was already blotched pink. I hesitated… then gave a small nod.
Meanwhile, the mating operation proceeded steadily. Each touch from Kessler’s hands made my insides slicker and more sensitive.
“If you want rough, you need to be prepped. Come here.”
He gripped my ankles, pulling them toward him until my legs wrapped around his neck. I was fully exposed.
He dipped his fingers into the love gel and gently massaged it inside. Squish, squish. The sound echoed lewdly with each stroke.
The friction sent jolts through me like nerves were being stripped bare. I could see the goosebumps. Kessler chuckled, then neatly arranged my pubic hair.
“…What are you doing?”
“It was messy. I cleaned it up.”
“I didn’t ask for that—”
“Here’s the dick you ordered.”
“God… this is roleplay, right? Fine. I’ll eat well.”
“Aren’t I the one eating?”
“Biologically, I’m the one eating. I’m biting and eating Kessler’s dic—”
I couldn’t finish. But somehow, saying it made me feel like I was regaining some masculine pride.
Yeah. The one who eats is the predator.
“I’m ready.”
After smoothing down his balls, Kessler lined up his cock.
Schlck. As he pushed in, I forgot how to breathe.
“Hic… haaah. I take it back. No rough…”
“I am being gentle.”
I writhed, but that only made him push deeper, like he was threading himself in. A massive, snake-like pressure filled me—and then the thrusting began.
“Heup, heup…”
“…You’re really soft.”
The contrast in our moans was hilarious.
The bed creaked under us. I checked my stomach in a panic, convinced it was about to burst open.
“Crazy…”
Each thrust made my lower belly bulge outward.
My butt felt ready to burst. This was “gentle”? The cum that spilled from our junction splashed against Kessler’s lips.
“Hehe.”
That smile—so bright—made me tremble. Then his cock struck a sweet, devastating spot inside me.
“Hah, haaah!”
My stomach, which had been clenched in pain, began to melt into his rhythm.
“Ah… ahh!”
When he bottomed out again, I came—completely soaked inside and out.
“That was really good.”
Even though it was the third time, I still questioned how that monster even fit. He pulled out, then slipped a finger inside, scooping out the cum he’d left behind.
“I’m tired…”
“Tired? Then I’ll cuddle you.”
He gently wiped me clean, careful as if handling delicate fur, then pulled me close and rolled us together. Kiss, kiss. He whispered behind my ear like praise—soft, lingering. But then, I felt something hard press against my butt again.
…Wait. Wasn’t it over? Why the hell was he hard again?
