The girl’s wide, watery eyes stared at me, seemingly stunned by my cleverness.

Our gazes locked. Towering over me due to her height, she radiated an air of authority: "As my pet brother, how dare you swear? Even as a pet, you’re still a girl. Girls win hearts with grace and manners! Absolutely no swearing from my pet. Punishment!"

No time to dwell on height differences—her words barely faded when the collar around my neck suddenly tightened, choking my breath away!

A flicker of pity crossed her eyes, instantly replaced by steely resolve.

My sharp instincts screamed danger, but it was already too late!

Clearly, I’d misjudged my master’s generosity. She was petty enough to deny her pet the right to voice opinions politely and gracefully!

*Zzzzt!*

I felt the current surge from the collar, crawling through my veins, jolting every limb. Even my tail fur stood on end, crackling with blue sparks!

My body convulsed uncontrollably. Bone-deep stings and itches drained my strength. I collapsed limply at her feet—no longer a person, just a fox.

Rational thought vanished. Only one desperate plea filled my mind.

Strange emotions flooded my consciousness—fear, affection, regret, obedience, craving submission—foreign feelings trying to hijack my very being!

The girl froze, horrified. She hadn’t expected the punishment button to inflict such agony, far beyond her imagination.

Flustered, she scooped me up in a Princess Carry.

All nine tails dragged lifelessly on the ground. Too weak to resist, I endured her embrace. She gazed down with what looked like pitying ownership. I should’ve been furious, yet my foggy mind craved her warmth.

Tears spilled despite my will, dripping onto her hand. She flinched slightly—not from sorrow, but from the system prompt flashing before us:

[System Notice: Loyalty +1 | Affection +1]

"...Is this some adult game?!"

"...And what messed-up character am I supposed to be?! Why Affection points?!"

Despair swallowed me. As darkness closed in, I instinctively nuzzled deeper into her arms—just like a pet begging for love.

When I woke, time had blurred.

Shock and gloom warred within me.

Shock: *You can actually pass out in-game?*

Gloom: *So it wasn’t a nightmare.*

Heavy negativity weighed down my chest. I listlessly watched hordes of players swarm the hills, grinding mobs. My sister’s pre-game advice echoed uselessly: *"Get ahead early, stay ahead always."*

I glanced down at the twin mounds of pale flesh on my chest.

*Sigh.* Heaven help me—I’d have to make "boobs" my main quest instead.