"To Arata Kaigai, five nine oh three three MT, five seven six six Stoner's Road.. Dammit. It's not a wrong address, I can't get someone to get rid of this thing!

No Return Address, date sent.. Nineteenth of may, twenty eighty nine. Sent two days ago.. Seriously, which ass sent me this?

..Probably dad."

I finished reading the address on the box and groaned out a complaint.

On my doorstep, there was a large and extremely inconveniently placed box. It wouldn't have been troublesome, if it weren't blocking my access to the door.

The box was too heavy for me to lift it for more than a few seconds at a time, and as it was addressed to me I couldn’t get someone to come take it away.

It wasn’t too big to fit through the doorway, but I couldn’t move the box elsewhere onto the porch. There wasn’t enough space for it, nor any method I could use to safely transport it.

Even if I somehow managed to move it down the stupidly lengthy staircase, I wouldn’t be able to take it back up again.

In the event that I did drop it while trying to move it, the likely result would be that it'd either crush me, break, or both.

None of the three options were appealing, so I walked around to the back and began searching my wallet's nearly overflowing keyring for the backdoor keys.

The fact that the house had been built by a paranoid madman, who had given every door in the house multiple linked locks, was irritating.

Dealing with the front door's four locks was unpleasant. But opening the six locks for the backdoor in a specific pattern was utterly ridiculous.

“Damned mailmen, always making me go through pointless amounts of work. And I never even ordered anything! Which ass sent this?

Dad, if this was you again, I'm going to talk your ear off! Gotta get it in before it starts raining, now, what was that unlocking pattern again.."

I grumbled as I checked each key. Having to suffer through testing twenty nine identical keys and figure out the pattern to unlock the door to get into my own house was an experience I'd never want to repeat.

Once I finally got it open, a full half hour later, I was feeling seriously pissed off. I closed it and heard the slightly aggravating click of the locks resetting behind me.

With a belly full of ire, I left the musty laundry room. As I paced down the hallway full of mismatched tiles, an ominous feeling crept up on me.

Stepping up into the elevated living room, I dodged the old couch that was slowly coming apart. After reaching the front door, I took a deep breath and opened it.

In came a wave of sleet, thick snow and icey rain blowing right into my face.

"How much does this damned thing weigh? ..If I weren't a genemod I doubt I'd even be able to lift this thing at all.. Screw it!"

With anger fueled strength, I dragged it up the slight bump and into my house. I set the box down and panted, my whole body aching from the sudden exertion as I broke out in a sweat.

"What is this stupid thing, anyways? A compactible car? If this is another piece of stupidly heavy unnecessary furniture that dad sent me.."

Trailing off mid complaint, I resumed lugging the retardedly weighty box out of the doorway and into an open space in my living room.

Then, tired and panting from the heavy lifting, I walked back to close the door which had been left open. As I moved to close it, a heavy sleet blew straight in and started battering me without any warning.

I slammed the door shut, but it was already too late, I felt soaked all the way down to my panties.

"Climate change is a myth they said, there's no such thing they said.."

With a groan, I went to retrieve an old towel to dry the floor. I opened up the hall closet, which caused a bunch towels to flop out.

I barely managed to catch two of them, as the colorful clump of towels mercilessly desposited themselves onto the dirtiest part of the floor.

"Why me.."

A sigh escaped my mouth, as the ominous feeling I had was getting worse. After putting the two I caught back, I wiped the floor with the fallen towels, picked them up, and made my way back to the musty laundry room.

Without any ceremony, I dumped the towels on my overflowing laundry basket and washed my hands.

"I should probably start working on my laundry.. ..After I get a warm shower. And maybe a bath."

I began stripping off my soaked clothing, stacking even more mass onto the alreadly precariously huge mountain.

"It really did soak me down to my panties, what the hell is up with the weather these days.. Sleet in may, and they're still saying there's no such thing as climate change."

Returning to the hall closet, I grabbed one of the two towels I barely managed to save, and went to my bathroom.

I flipped on the light, hung my towel on the rack, and stepped into the shower stall. As I turned on the water, I pressed myself against the wall to avoid the cold spray.

"At least I'm done with the semester, being on break is great. Get to relax for a few days before the party.."

Once the water warmed, I began to start washing myself. As I lathered my hair with shampoo, the room suddenly went dark.

'I really should've replaced that bulb. And turned on both lights.'

To my surprise, the light flickered then came back on. Without hesitation, I hurried out of the shower and flipped on the other light before it went out again.

Returning to the comfort of the warm water as quickly as I could, I sighed.

"A good soak would be really good right now.. Screw it, a bath too it is. Gotta loosen up since I've got ten days before the party."

Once again exiting the shower, I set the tub to fill and returned to giving my hair the luxurious treatment.

When I finally finished with my hair and climbed into the warm water of the bath, my stress and tension eased away.

"It's really been way too long since I last had time to have a good bath.."

I reached back and turned the tub's massage jets on, relaxing further as I felt the warm water currents impacting against my skin. As they hit my back, I yawned and leaned back into the massage.

"Yeah, I made the right choice. This feels so goooood."

As I finished talking to the walls, I closed my eyes and immersed myself in the pleasure of the warm water.

'Really have to wonder though, what's in that box? A fridge? An oversized oven like last time? Or maybe a washer and dryer? It could also be something totally different as well given that it was probably dad that sent it.’

When I felt satisfied with the pleasure time I had spent soaking, I climbed out and began drying myself as I exited the bathroom.

"Hmm, maybe I should give myself a bit of an oil massage to pamper myself some more. It's definitely more enjoyable to have someone else do it to me though.. Well, maybe after I sort out whatever is in this dumb package."

I headed to the kitchen and grabbed a snack out of a cabinet and grimaced before putting it back.

"Hell no to Danaka Yoruk bars. Whoever decided to make them an actual thing deserves to be shot. And the guy who decided that they have to go in the same box as the three best snack bars deserves to be keelhauled.. Twice. With extreme predjudice."

Hoping there was others left, I dumped out all the snack bars left in the huge box and nearly burst into tears.

Before my eyes, was a pure pile of nothing but Danaka Yoruk bars. I searched through my cabinets desperately, but I only found two cups of udon and a cup of ramen a year past its experiation date.

"..I'll have to settle with the bars for a snack I guess. And restock my house tomorrow."

With a belly full of displeasure, I grabbed three of the accursed bars and put the udon that would be my dinner on the counter.

I tore open one and took a bite, regretting it immediately as it felt like my face caved in.

'As always, it's astonishing that they could make something so healthy and good for you taste so damn bad.'

The unholy concoction with a taste that was indescribably awful continued to defile my mouth as I grudgingly sated my hunger.

I turned on the TV and grabbed a box cutter to start working on the vile package that had wasted my time. When I realized what was playing I nearly tripped.

"Why the heck is Detective Conaan playing! It's over eighty years old already! This is like what, episode five thousand?"

A sigh escaped my mouth as I shut off the TV and finished the vile snack. Then I began working on opening the troublesome package that had come in the mail.

Without any concern for the contents, I opened the parcel as quickly as I could. As I cut it open, writing was revealed.

"Congratulations Kaigai Arata! You're one of the one thousand lucky grand prize winners of the Eidolon Allegories grand opening raffle!

Enclosed is your free Virtual Reality Interface, your access portal to the virtual world of Eidolon Allegories!"

I felt both excited and confused over the discovery of its identity.

"Since the demo from two years ago, and the past few months until the release yesterday, people have been talking about it all the time.

I was considering buying it but.. When did I ever enter a raffle for it?"

After a moment of thought, the most logical conclusion dawned upon me.

"Dad must've entered me into a lottery without telling me again, though, I guess I can't complain this time.

Free instead of paying six fifty for it, really can't complain about it this time around."

I finished peeling the outer package away, and started on opening the inner box. When I opened it, something that looked similar to a massive black coffin with handles built into it was displayed.

With growing excitement, I followed the instructions sheet that was taped to the surface of the device.

Upon plugging in the wireless converter into the electrical socket, the machine started humming quietly as it opened.

I walked over to the fridge and raided it, returning to stand in front of the machine as I drank a glass of lemonade.

"Not like I've got anything better to do be doing right now, so I might as well start playing."

With ginger motions, I climbed into the coffin-like virtual reality machine and pulled it shut as I laid back into the padded interior.

To my surprise, I found that it was both air conditioned and that there were a ton of cleverly placed vents for air to flow in from outside.

Before my eyes, appeared a large blue login screen with white text. I read it as I reached out and touched it without hesitation.

"Biometric scan complete, user account created, beginning login process.."

I closed my eyes and relaxed as a strange feeling similar to drowsiness quickly overcame me.

When I came to, I opened my eyes and found myself looking at a sight foreign to me.

Before me was a massive stone arch, and beyond it was a planet. Another blue panel with white text appeared before me, but with a female voice reading it.

"Welcome to character creation! Please choose a name to start the process. There are no name restrictions, but please avoid using an offensive name."

At the bottom of the floating blue panel, was a keyboard. I considered my options for a minute, before typing in the answer as I thought outloud.

"Aragami. I'll call myself the feral goddess, the Aragami. Casting magic sounds cool, but being up close and personal as a berserker or something would definitely be way more fun.."

Yet another blue panel popped up in front of me and the narrator resumed speaking.

"You may choose a race, or choose to have a random race selected for you.

Elves, Titans, Harpies, Naga, Werebeasts, Orcs, Halven.

These are the seven standard races. Select a race to view a summary and selectable subspecies for alternatives to the main race.

Do note that racial selection does slightly impact character customization but does not provide any special advantages.

Racial traits cannot be changed or removed, and subspecies are less customizable than the seven standard races."

I paused for a minute to think, then tapped on the button for elves.

"Elves, the nobles of the wild. They live in harmony with the natural world and are known for their elegance, friendliness, and peacefulness.

The two subspecies of Elves are the Night Elves and the Fayrel Elves."

Three vastly different looking elves appeared in front of me, and they were all beautiful.

"Night Elves are characterized by their dark hair, light blue skin, and are generally more curvaceous than other elven species.

Fayrel Elves have rich brown skin and white hair, and and tend to have smaller physiques than the other two species of elves."

'If I were that good looking and not this average, I wonder just how much attention I'd be getting from guys..'

With a sigh, I went back to check to see what the other races looked like before selecting to play as a beautiful elf.

'As beautiful as elves are, it wouldn't be fitting at all to play a ferocious berserker as an elf that's known for being peaceful and benign.'

I pressed on the next button in the row, watching as the examples changed and listening as the voice started speaking again.

"Titans, the people of iron. Tall, majestic, and tough as the harsh and dangerous mountains on which they live. Famed for their metalworks, the Titans are a proud people.

Subspecies of Titans are Gigants and Trolls."

The representations of the three species were impressive, but I didn't feel interested. Though they weren't ugly in the slightest, I didn't feel satisfied with their appearance.

"Gigants are characterized by the single horn that grows from their forehead and their grey skin.

Trolls are green skinned, bulky, and are known for their odd tendency to become obsessed with bridges."

Without any hesitation, I proceeded to the next. Unlike the previous two races, only two figures appeared.

"Harpies, the children of the skies. Bearing an alluring plumage, they soar unimpeded. Easily recognized by their wings, harpies are the sole race graced with the gift of flight.

There are countless subspecies of harpies known as clans. Select a clan to see the clan's attributes."

I quickly switched back after inspecting the few examples that had appeared. They were exotic and sexy, but I had no interest in finding out where their hands were hidden in their wings.

"Werebeasts, the myriad of tribes."

Upon selecting werebeast, I felt somewhat daunted upon seeing just how tiny the scrolling button was in comparison to harpies.

The system carried on, completely uncaring of my astonishment towards the sheer number of options to select.

"The second most varying among all races, werebeasts come in a myriad of shapes and sizes. The countless species of werebeasts are known as tribes.

Select a tribe to see its details, tribes are alphabetically sorted by species."

Though I hadn't seen the other three races, I felt dead set on choosing werebeast after taking a look at the single example that had appeared to start.

"Holy biscotti, she's so adorable!"

I was completely blown away by the catgirl that had appeared as the example. She didn't have the graceful beauty of an elf, nor an exotic sexiness like the harpies, but she had a mixture of cuteness and sexual charm that was completely adorable.

"Most amazing thing about this is that it's not being marketed as VR porn. If I can't find anything cuter, cat all the way."

As I thought out loud, I began scrolling through the races. When my eyes landed on the word fox, I stopped scrolling and began staring at the two options.

"Nine fox tribes? And none of them have names to set them apart? Alrighty then.. I'll just pick a random one."

I tapped it, and then, the moment I saw it, I knew I had chosen my tribe correctly. There was simply no better option for me to choose from.

"This is just unfair. It shouldn't be legal to be so cute and sexily adorable. And those nine tails all look so amazingly fluffy.."

Without hesitation, I confirmed the racial selection. The representation remained, as yet another menu popped up.

"Appearance was specially generated with the user's body as reference. Appearance and certain attributes are customizable.

Do you wish to customize or proceed to name selection?"

I felt both happy and somewhat flattered that something so adorable had been based off of my body. After a moment of hesitation, I pressed the button to begin customizing it.

"Hair color.. Random. Why not. Skin color a shade darker, golden-ish eyes seems good, as for what's left.. Might as well make my character taller."

After a moment of thought, I increased the height by eight inches.

"Tall, cute, sexy, and fluffy tails. Although.. Do I keep these melons as they are or do I downsize a bit? They're perky but they're pretty huge.. Heck with it.

Arata the busty foxgirl it is!"

Out of curiosity, I turned my character model around so I could get a good look at her back. After a few small tweaks, her rump was slightly larger.

"..Make that Arata the busty foxgirl with a really nice butt."

I had finished with my character customization, but it left me feeling inferior as I gazed at my completed character's body.

Her limpid golden eyes, her adorably cute face, her luscious and curvaceous body, her tall stature, and her skin that looked silky soft.

"It's pretty stupid of me to be feeling inferiority and jealousy towards a game character, much less my own. I know I'm pretty average, but damn, she makes me feel ugly."

After a few more minutes of inspection, I was sure that I couldn't make my character any better. So I pressed the continue button and another panel popped up.

“Are you sure you would like to use the name Aragami? After this confirmation, you will no longer be able to change it.”

I paused for a moment, and started seriously putting some thought into my name choice for the time I’d be spending within the game.

"Hmm.. Hmm.. Arata, naming things has never been your strong suit. Yeah, I'll just stick with Aragami. Arata the wild god, doesn't sound that bad.

It’s not like I care whether or not other players think I’ve got eighth grader syndrome, and I’m not using some dumb name like how a lot of people often do with games so.. Yeah. Aragami it is."

Having overcome my hesitations and doubts towards my poor naming sense, I mashed the confirm button.

"Welcome Player Aragami! For the final step of character creation, please choose your Fated Card.

Follow your instinct, once you've selected the Fated Card it cannot be changed."

Twenty two floating cards appeared, leaving me at a total loss.

"What the heck? How am I supposed to choose a card when I can't see what the cards are? Besides, what does this Fated Card do?

Does it decide where you start or what faction you belong to or something like that?"

Silence reigned as the cards quietly floated before me, and I sighed.

"So I'd guess it's probably called a Fated Card because whatever card you get is completely RNG decided.."

I grabbed a random card and the other twenty one cards vanished. As I turned it around, the voice spoke.

"Congratulations Aragami! Your Fated Card is The Fool! Pleas-"

"The Fool my ass!"

I interrupted the game narrator's speech with an immediate retort, and to my surprise, the narrator went silent for a moment. Then it continued speaking, though it almost sounded as if there was a slight bit of snarkiness in its voice.

"Acknowledged. The Fated Card's mark shall be located on the center of the right cheek of your ass.

Please note that the Fated Card's mark can only be seen after awakening, and only during the same stimulus that caused the player to awaken.

Awakening will cause the player to receive a special mark that will always be visible, the mark received from awakening depends on what stimulus causes the awakening."

I was completely dumbfounded. It had never crossed my mind that a flippant response to the narrator would have a such a result.

"Character creation is complete, please prepare for a small sensory shock."

For a moment, I was confused as to what it was talking about. Then it hit me. There was a brief moment of a strange feeling of nothing, followed by a ton of foreign sensations all at once.

I fell forward, completely unprepared and confused by what was happening. I landed on all fours, somewhat surprised by the sight of the hands I caught myself with.

"Player Aragami shall descend to the playing world in ten minutes, please use this time to familiarize yourself with your new body."

Upon hearing the narrator's words, I realized what was going on.

"As if ten minutes is enough to familiarize myself with this!"

I sat my rump down, straightened my back to counteract the new weight on my chest, and looked down.

The outstanding pair of mounds blocked part of my view, and conspicuous streams of pink hair ran across their surface.

"I heard that big breasts are really heavy, but these melons are lighter than I thought they'd be. Though they do jiggle and bounce everywhere.. And my hair..

Well, it's not a bad pink so I shouldn't complain. I did set it as random after all."

My voice trailed off as my thoughts turned to the less easily identified sensations, and I reached up to touch the fox ears on top of my head.

The moment my finger touched my ear, I felt my ear twitch. The bizarreness of the sensation nearly made me jump out of surprise, and I felt my ears flatten back against my head.

I completely froze, stunned by the foreignness. After a few seconds of calming down, I tried to control them myself.

"Huh? It's actually this easy to control them? It feels so completely weird and foreign, but it also feels surprisingly natural and familiar?

Game developers, can you please not give me a headache provoking contradiction of sensations?"

My experimental waggling of my ears continued for a few minutes, and I felt that I was beginning to find the new sensations fun.

After thoroughly playing around with my ears, I reached back and slid my hand down my back.

I began groping around for my fluffy tails, and a shiver ran up my spine when I found them.

The feeling brought by running my fingers over the base of my tails had completely taken me by surprise, and left me breathless.

"Whaaa.. Whaat is this.. Why does it feel so lewd?"

I clamped my thighs together and quickly pulled my hand away, feeling stunned and somewhat aroused by the discovery.

"Okay, so.. I definitely, absolutely can't let someone touch me there, no matter what happens. There’s be no way I’d be able to resist something so deliciously lewd and pleasurable, it’s almost as if someone designed this with seducing a foxgirl in mind.. "

For a moment, I stopped thinking out loud as I realized something important.

'I never actually checked what sort of game this was.. All I remembered from that super hyped up demo from two years ago was that it was a full immersion multiplayer open world sandbox..

And something something about parallel continuous shards or something like that.'

I shoved the thoughts that were quickly going astray to the back of my mind, and refocused on becoming familiar with my fluffy tails.

With careful movements, I slowly and gingerly reached back to the base of my tails.

Though the gentle touch on the base of my tails also triggered the lewdly pleasurable sensation, the intensity was far less than before.

As delicately as I could, I traced my fingers down through the soft fur of one of my tails. To my surprise, as I got away from the base the sensations completely changed.

"So it's only the base of my tails that's so lewd, thank goodness. If my tails were lewdly sensitive like that too.."

I trailed off as I gently curled my tail around my body. Just like my ears had been, the movement felt both foreignly strange and oddly natural.

"This is so amazingly weird. Moving my tails feels like moving both my fingers and toes at the same time but they're also the same thing..

..Are there even words to describe this feeling properly?"

I muttered to myself as I became fascinated by the strangeness of my nine tails. I reached down and began stroking the fluffy pink fur of the one tail I curled around myself.

Suddenly, an obnoxiously loud voice screamed into my ear.

"Player Aragami, the game's afoot! Your descent to the playing grounds begins! Quick reminder! There is no system assist!"

Before I could protest that I wasn't ready, a rainbow swept me through the giant arch. I blinked and by the time my eyes opened, I felt my butt plop down on something.

The sudden change of scenery and lighting caused me to blink repeatedly, and I felt around to try and figure out what had happened.

"Why did they call it a descent if it's a teleport? Are the devs trolling or did I somehow manage to encounter a bug already?

And this feeling of what I landed on.. Some kind of fabric? It's pretty rough.."

As my eyes began to adjust, I began to get an idea of my surroundings.

I was surrounded on all sides by massive trees, gnarled roots, hanging vines, and beneath my butt was a small yellow blanket made out of rough cloth.

"Is anyone out there?"

My holler disappeared into the eerily silent jungle, as if it never happened.

"This.. Is a bug, right? I'm out in the middle of nowhere, there isn't any signs of civilization, I have nothing other than a small blanket, and I'm nude."

I stood up with shaky legs and desperately tried to hold my balance, barely managing to not topple.

'This is a lot harder than I expected.. And this place is way too quiet, it reminds me of a cemetery.'

I took a small step forward and nearly fell over. As I steadied myself, with great difficulty keeping myself balanced while upright, I realized how much of a difference my tails made to it.

"I’m starting to get the hang of this.. Once I get used to walking I doubt I'll need to keep using my tails to keep me balanced, but they make it so much more convenient."

As I became more used to the sensations of using my tails to stay balanced, walking quickly became significantly easier for me, and using my tails for balance became less and less of a conscious action.

"This really isn't as hard as I thought it was, though it does feel pretty weird to have my breasts have weight to them and with how they’re jiggling around.. Well, I can get used to it.

Kinda surprises me that my butt doesn't really feel all that different despite the size difference in comparison to rump in reality.."

I squatted down and picked up the yellow blanket as I prepared myself to start my adventure.

"With this blanket in hand I'll become peerless! ..As if, I'm not the main character of some chinese webnovel who randomly gets a godly treasure and surpasses everyone."

Speaking of which.. Menu!"

Nothing happened in response to my calling out.

"Quests! Inventory! Skills! Options! Crafting! Settings! Status! Equipment!"

As I continued to call out one thing after another, I began to become more and more confused as to what I was supposed to be doing.

"Okay, so how the heck do I trigger the menu? Or is there even a menu? That could be it. Maybe there's no menu."

I brushed aside a curtain of vines and began to make my way through the silent forest.

"This place is so quiet it makes me sound like an elephant in a china shop. Please become more eventful so it's not so embarrassing.."

As I turned around a tree, something caught my leg and I fell forward through the thick mat of hanging leaves.

Suddenly, the moment I landed the pile of leaves I fell onto exploded upwards. When I realized what had happened, it was already too late.

My leg had been caught by a snare, and my body was trapped in a net.

"Oh crap. Crap crap crap, mega crap. I'm screwed. Somebody's gonna come along and find me hanging here.

It'd be fine if I wasn't completely nude! Dammit, they're going to just screenshot this and post this humiliation online won't they?"

I wished I could bash my head against the tree to vent my frustration, but the ropes had thoroughly caged me.

"Wait a sec, it's impossible to screenshot if it's not on a screen. And is it even possible to photocapture things in this game?"

After a moment of thought, I realized the most important thing.

"This pose.. I'm trapped with my tails pinned to my upper back, and my rump up high like I'm presenting it to somebody.. Isn't this really bad?

Some random person could just do me from behind and I would be completely helpless and unable to resist them doing all sorts of deliciously lewd things to me.."

I bit down on my lip to focus myself as my wayward imagination began to stray places where it didn't belong.

'If somebody comes.. Things could get fun.. Helpless to resist against him, he'd take me from behind while mercilessly toying with my weak spots as he made my body submit to him..'

Once again, I bit my lip to try and suppress the increasingly dirty thoughts rising up in my mind.

'Stop being so damn slutty, Arata! Don't think and act like a slutty bitch in heat! You've long recovered from any head injuries, and the way you're thinking is definitely abnormal!

The hell is even wrong with me? Even if that kind of thing is my preference, this is definitely not the time or situation to be thinking strange and screwy thoughts..'

A sudden noise stopped my increasingly lewd imagination in its tracks, as a floating blue panel identical to the ones from the character creation appeared.

I began reading it, and then felt a rush of confusion and embarrassment wash over me.

"Congratulations Aragami! Your intense and heartfelt expression of your arousal and personality has awakened your Fated Card!

..Did the game just call me a slutty bitch? It totally just called me a slutty bitch, didn't it? Just because my head isn't working right doesn't make me a pervert! ..Okay, maybe it does, but this just seems like harassment."

As I continued reading, I felt even more awkward, confused, exasperated, and embarrassed than before.

"Having awoken, you have now obtained your awakening mark and have gained the ability to use magical tools.

Your permanently visible awakening mark, the Mark of the Lewd, is located beneath your navel.

In addition, whenever you are feeling aroused, the Arcana Mark located on the right cheek of your butt will become visible."

My ears began twitching as I tried to hold my temper in check. With a deep breath, I began to calm.

"It's just a game, don't rage.. Don't rage.. Wait, do rage, I'm supposed to be a berserker after all."

I sighed, feeling bored by having been trapped and irritated by the ropes taut against my skin.

"..I guess I wouldn't mind too much being found by someone if they'd do something to end this boredom.

Having my breasts trapped by the ropes like this is getting really uncomfortable."

As I thought about it, I realized that I had already gotten used to my new body.

"Now that it comes to mind.. Shouldn't it have taken way longer for me to get accustomed to this body? Ah well, whatever. Thinking is not my strong suit after all."

I began humming to myself to try and pass the time, then my ears caught a sound so quiet I almost missed it.

'That crunching of leaves sounds like it's footsteps.. Somebody's coming to check the net I'm caught in..

I'll finally be freed from this stupid net and will actually be able to play the game!

Or maybe they'll come and do deliciously lewd things to a helpless foxgirl who's trapped and can't do anything to resist.. Goddammit, why is my mind going back into the damned gutter again?'

I shook my head to try to clear the perverted thoughts that kept welling up, and was about to call out when I heard the tree branches behind me be brushed aside.

With a mixture of surprise, embarrassment, and hesitation assaulting me, I looked as far back over my shoulder as I could.

Behind me stood an elf with the most dumbfounded expression I had ever seen. I awkwardly spoke, while desperately trying to not let the embarrassment get the better of me.

"Uhm, Hi there."