Shiran suddenly chokes and stops laughing, his eyebrows twitching. “You’re dead!” he roars, pouncing on me. “Let me show you if I was neutered!”
“Ah— Ah— Hahaha, I’m just joking!” I plead for mercy, but he takes it seriously, pinning my hands above my head.
“Let’s find out?” he says wickedly. I look at him helplessly, “Great hero, handsome Shiran, I was just playing…”
But he’s faster, grabbing my pulse point and pressing my leg down. “Hehe, I also asked Taibai for supreme martial arts when I came.”
Oh my god—this life is impossible!!!
Then the bed curtains drop, the bed shakes violently, and clothes are thrown about…
[052] A Rival Appears!
I wake up late morning, slightly chilled. The empty bed feels lost, reminding me of last night and making my face blush. What era is this, still having erotic dreams!
Then I notice something’s wrong. If it were a dream, how could I be without clothes or a blanket? Quickly looking down for proof, I see a mischievous little cat sleeping beside me, snoring away. Annoyingly, its paw is groping me.
“Bang!” A little white cat slides down from the door.
“Meow—” Shiran wakes up, somewhat dazed, looking at me and preparing to jump back on the bed.
“Daring to grope me! Looking for a beating!” I wrap myself in the blanket, glaring at him.
“Meow?” Shiran seems confused but then remembers something, extending a paw to stare blankly. Last night, he “accidentally” placed his paw on something inappropriate. His eyes brighten, and that feeling was quite nice. The cat laughs wickedly.
If cats could have nosebleeds, he’d be spurting blood now. Glaring at this little pervert, I say, “Get out! I’m changing clothes!”
Shiran raises his little face, looking pitifully at me, as if my driving him out is a crime.
“Playing cute won’t work!” I wave my hand, signaling him to leave. Although he’s a small cat, knowing he’s actually a person makes me embarrassed to change clothes in front of him!
The little white cat looks aggrieved, hanging his head and slinking out, carefully closing the door behind him.
