The Sharp-Tongued Fox Girl

A thousand years ago, when she was still an elegant, aloof High God, she took the spirit of a brazen woman to its fullest, happily climbing into his bed before even finding out whether he was really her son. A thousand years later, she had forgotten everything and become a fluffy white fox, while he coolly refused to take responsibility and forgot all about their past, too. No matter. Even as a cloven-hoofed animal, she has the right to pursue her own happiness. They say sparring is affection and scolding is love. And besides, he dotes on his own sister like she’s his mistress and treats his subordinate like a beloved brother. It’s not that she’s upset. She bites him to sharpen her teeth and kicks him, claiming she’s sleepwalking. She believes that sincerity can move even stone, and that one day this stone-faced, sharp-tongued, shameless block of a man might finally be moved by all her affection. But fate had other plans. He does come to his senses, but with a swift motion, he drives his sword in, trying to stab her to death the very first time he sees her in human form. Hey, wait! You don’t really think killing your mother is okay, do you?! That would have been bad enough, but she had assumed that all teenagers go through a rebellious phase, and that as his mother she ought to be understanding. Only when her memories return does she realize how foolish she was: all her efforts were in vain, and from beginning to end she was merely a pawn in a carefully laid scheme.