‘If only I could have nine tails....’
All the creatures of the world would bow at her feet, worshipping her magnificence.
Lost in these grandiose daydreams, Sohwa didn’t even notice time slipping away.
It wasn’t until Dohwi’s return that she reluctantly set the fan down.
‘I should keep this in a safe place.’
Against the pitch-black ceiling, the nine majestic fox tails seemed to shimmer with mischief.
* * *
Late into the night, Dohwi finally returned to the bedroom.
For some reason, Sohwa, who should have been sound asleep by now, was still awake.
Yet, despite her husband’s arrival, she didn’t bother to look his way.
Dohwi opened and shut the door again, deliberately making it creak, but the response was the same.
From where she lay on her side, all he got was a faint huff of breath: “Hmph!”
“What’s got my little pup so upset?”
“...I told you, I’m a fox.”
Grumbling indignantly, Sohwa suddenly kicked off the comforter and sat upright.
