The Yellow Weasel Asked Me to Name It, and I Said It Looked Like My Husband

[One True Pairing] [Supernatural Mystery] [Devoted Husband + Possessive] [Clear-Headed, Wily Female Lead] [Two Powerful Leads] [Ridiculous Comedy]

I was just an office worker getting off work when a white weasel jumped out from the roadside and asked if I thought it looked like a human or a god.

Without saying a word, I calmly walked around it, went home, opened the fridge, and tossed the leftover hotpot mushrooms from lunch into the trash.

Then I followed my usual route to the hospital to find a doctor I knew. I'd been poisoned by mushrooms again.

A few days later, on my way home from the hospital, that weasel jumped out at me for the second time and asked,

“Do you think I look like a human or a god?”

Unbelievable! I hadn't even eaten any mushrooms this time, so how had I been poisoned again?

Wait! I'd run into a weasel asking for a title!

What should I do?

A crazy idea suddenly came to me, and I asked the Weasel Immortal in return,

“Are you male or female?”

The paw the Weasel Immortal had raised in a salute froze. It seemed caught off guard as it crouched there and stammered out a reply.

“Male. Why?”

Its eyes darted around impatiently, then it asked me again,

“Do you think I look like a human or a god?”

“I think you look like my tall, mighty, handsome, wealthy, doting, and devoted beast-eared husband whom I've never met!”

I said it all in one breath, but instead of transforming into a handsome man with a bang as I'd imagined, the Weasel Immortal turned and ran into the grass, cursing as it disappeared. All I heard was its traditional profanities as it wished me well.

“Damn it! Are you sick in the head? You humans are so damn crafty!”