After closing the game, Gu Chuan checked the time.
1:30 PM. He had half an hour before needing to leave for school at 2:00.
Afternoon classes started at 2:30—he only needed to arrive right on time.
Noon naps weren’t his habit. He could sleep in class later anyway. So lunch breaks went to gaming or other things.
“Meow?”
Xuechun’s voice drifted over.
While he played, she’d stayed quietly obedient—no interruptions.
Ever since he scolded her for accidentally canceling his Flash teleport last time, she never disturbed his gaming sessions again.
A cat this well-behaved? Truly a rare find.
But when Gu Chuan turned to look at Xuechun beside him—
Even his ironclad composure cracked. He swallowed hard.
As a catgirl, Xuechun’s instincts remained unchanged.
Lonely and patient, she’d waited until her master was free. Now, her true feline nature surfaced.
Unbothered by the cold floor, she lay on her side. First, a languid, graceful stretch. Then, eyes half-lidded with allure, she gazed at him while murmuring, “Meow~ meow~”
Right before his eyes, she lifted her top—revealing a snow-white, impossibly soft and flat belly.
It rose and fell slightly with each breath, deepening the allure.
Her top had nearly slipped past sensitive areas, but shyness held her back from pulling it all the way.
She held the pose: belly exposed, eyes shimmering with shy longing and eager hope. Her tiny feet, clad in pink socks, gently rubbed his calf.
“Meow~ Come on, Master~”
When he didn’t respond, her tone rose—insistent, pleading.
“Meow meow!”
“…You want me to… pet your belly?”
“Meow! Yes! Just like how Master pets my tummy!”
Gu Chuan’s face flushed.
As a frequent watcher of cute pet videos, he knew this gesture meant deep trust—a cat only shows its belly when it feels utterly safe and comforted.
Ordinary cats guard that spot fiercely.
Hence the saying among cat lovers:
*A cat that lets you freely rub its belly has completely surrendered to its master.*
Before, he’d never thought much of it.
But now—facing an unbelievably cute catgirl baring her most vulnerable spot…
The trust radiating from her was overwhelming.
Yet precisely because she was a catgirl now,
He couldn’t treat it like petting his ordinary cat.
“Meow…?”
Her disappointed whimper tugged at his ears.
Ignoring her felt like being a truly despicable villain.
Xuechun looked utterly dejected. Without fur, prolonged exposure risked a chill.
Gu Chuan couldn’t risk her getting sick. He still hadn’t figured it out:
If a catgirl fell ill—vet or human doctor?
Either choice might expose her secret, with unpredictable consequences.
“…Alright. Just one touch.”
He relented. Surrendered to this pitiful little catgirl who only craved closeness and gentle affection.
Xuechun instantly chirped with joy.
“Meow! Meow meow!”
He rubbed his palms together deliberately—warming them so they wouldn’t shock her skin.
Then he leaned down, pressing his hand gently against her smooth belly.
An unnatural warmth bloomed beneath his palm.
“Ah~”
Whether from the cool touch or something else—
Xuechun let out an involuntary, delicate moan. Gu Chuan froze.
First time he’d ever heard her make a sound beyond “meow.”
Did this mean… she was learning human speech?
“Xuechun?”
“Meow?”
“N-nothing. Is… is this petting okay?”
He steadied his breathing, using the same light strokes he’d use on a cat.
Xuechun answered with a crinkled-eyed, healing smile.
*Yes.*
So he continued.
But he kept his gaze carefully averted.
This scene felt uncomfortably like an older brother and younger sister in a questionable moment…
Mid-petting, Xuechun rolled over. Gu Chuan pulled back. Like her cat self, she lay prone, signaling for back rubs.
He complied. But unexpectedly—
Her rear lifted higher. Her slender white tail arched stiffly upward.
Gu Chuan jerked his hand back.
He wouldn’t let little Xuechun develop questionable habits.
This was instinctive feline behavior during pleasure—arching back and tail, especially noticeable in heat.
It carried subtle implications he refused to entertain.
She was too young, too pure. He wouldn’t corrupt her.
*From now on, even petting cats needs boundaries,* he silently vowed.
He glanced up. Ten minutes had vanished—petting time truly flew.
Xuechun, thoroughly content, had ears twitching happily.
Then, before his eyes, she transformed back into the little white cat.
Again, he missed the shift. Only a wisp of mist blurred his vision—Xuechun vanished. As it cleared, the white cat sat neatly on the floor.
Amidst scattered clothes, gloves, socks, and knee pads—just like that morning.
She leaped toward him with a cheerful “meow,” nuzzling his palm.
Gu Chuan scooped her up, cradling her close.
Xuechun seemed drowsy, murmuring “meow” as if drifting to sleep in his arms.
Whether she understood or not, he spoke softly:
“Xuechun, when you become a catgirl again—wear all your clothes properly. Socks, gloves, knee pads. Or you’ll catch cold.”
“Only in cat form can you eat the cat food I bought.”
“Otherwise, wait for me to cook for you.”
“What do you like? I’ll bring small fish tonight.”
“Meow!”
*Yay!*
“You really are listening.”
Gu Chuan smiled, warmth blooming in his chest.
