Chapter 89: Puppy Licking Service: Just trust my skills, right? ...

Before meeting Asamura, Yamamoto Takeshi had no experience as a dog.

After all, it is actually quite difficult to have such an experience - even though he was involved in many storms and experienced many wonderful things in middle school, this experience of becoming a dog was still the first time for him.

What does it feel like to be a dog?

"Although Tsuna and Gokudera have said before that I'm very outgoing, if I were in human form, I probably wouldn't be so close to Miss Murasaki."

The natural big dog's cheerful barking and howling was actually not convincing at all. After all, his thick paws were still clasped in front of the little raccoon, pressed close to her, and his warm breath was like the slightly moist spring sunshine baking her ears.

He licked the fur behind her triangular ears very naturally and continued to explain, "After all, I don't really have much experience with girls... I'm probably shy."

Where is the shyness?

Although being licked was actually quite pleasant, and the raccoon purred unconsciously, Chaomu still wanted to complain about it - this guy had no intention of being shy at all, right? Wasn't he just coming over and nudging it so naturally?

Or is this the difference between cat-type and dog-type… Mimi hasn’t been this proactive even after spending so much time with her, while Yamamoto is incredibly enthusiastic… As for Gokudera Lang, is he supposed to be a tsundere dog-type? Cat-cat-dog?

"Are you really shy, Yamamoto?" The warm tongue combed out the fur on the trembling ears, and the feeling of even the ear holes being carefully cleaned made Chaomu instinctively retract his paws.

Her distraction only lasted a moment; right now, it was more important to complain. She tucked her paws in, staggering under the licks of the large dog. She pondered, "Even though I'm a raccoon now, I'm still a girl."

"If it were a humanoid, I'd probably still keep a proper distance," Yamamoto explained patiently, nuzzling her. "But now I'm a dog, and I feel like my way of thinking is a little different from a humanoid."

His sense of smell and intuition seemed to be magnified many times over, and his emotions became frank and direct. Yamamoto Takeshi was originally a simple and frank person, and after becoming a dog, this trait seemed to be amplified.

When he sees sunshine and grass, he wants to roll around on it and take a walk; when he sees a girl he likes, he wants to get close to her and wag his tail - frankness and honesty have always been the advantages of small animals, and also his own personality traits, so he naturally doesn't want to deliberately change or suppress himself.

He loved sunshine, baseball, and novel challenges, and naturally, he also instinctively liked active, vibrant girls. This fondness stemmed from animalistic instinct, unmodified by reason; it was a natural, logical outcome.

Especially when Chaomu and Mu ran wildly under his arm, the wild wind whistling sand and gravel against his ears. Yamamoto's rationality should have made him feel slightly embarrassed about being protected by the girl, but his fluffy tail swung wildly and uncontrollably - a dog can't control its tail, and he couldn't control the emotion that was so unfamiliar to him.

"In short, for a puppy, liking it should outweigh shyness." He thought seriously while licking the raccoon's fur, and concluded seriously, "Shy as it may be, Wang can't be left out when it comes to licking his fur."

If he told this to others, they might not believe it. But Chao Mu, who had actually been a hamster and been influenced by animal instincts, touched his chin and felt that what he said seemed to make sense.

If hamsters can't control their instinctive fear of their predators and play dead, then it makes sense that dogs like to lick people. Yamamoto Wang looks like a cheerful puppy, so isn't it normal for him to wag his tail and cuddle?

Anyway, she felt quite comfortable being licked... So this is what it feels like when a small animal's fur is licked. It's warm and cozy, but the fur is a little wet afterwards, which is a bit strange...

The Akita's tail whipped like a propeller, creating a whirlwind. As his tongue curled across the sensitive fur on the back of his neck, the raccoon's paw subconsciously hooked onto his thick scarf, and a purr of half pleasure, half resistance, escaped from his throat—which only intensified his excitement, and he licked along the back of his neck all the way to his spine.

The taste of cream, honey, and sunshine is naturally irresistible to puppies.

Yamamoto Wang's canine teeth carefully scratched her fur and continued downwards.

The large dog's movements became increasingly outrageous, and Chaomu's fur was a little irritated by his licking. Just as she was about to turn over, she felt him take another step forward, pushing her down, and her belly was suddenly pushed open by the wet tip of his nose. The Akita's tongue was almost rubbing against the most vulnerable soft fur on her belly. She shuddered and kicked hard with her hind legs, accurately kicking the dog in the nose: "Is this right, Yamamoto-kun?"

"Woof?" The fragile nose was hit directly. Yamamoto covered the tip of his nose with a somewhat innocent look on his face. "Eh? No, woof?"

That’s definitely not possible...how could it be possible?

The big dog's expression was sunny and honest, making Chaomu suspect that the bear had given birth. But the feeling of having its soft belly touched made her tense. For the first time, she understood why it always resisted her when she sucked its nipples, and even when it reluctantly complied, it would freeze there like death...

Of course she still wouldn't change. After all, Mimi was her pet and had no human rights.

And the players refused if they wanted to.

"Anyway, no." Exposing one's weakness didn't feel good. She hugged her tail to cover her belly and refused without hesitation, "Absolutely not on the abdomen."

"But when Miss Mu touched my belly and Mukudera's tail, she had no idea that we were adult men. She just touched us like puppies." Yamamoto blinked his wet puppy eyes and tried to bargain with her, "Miss Mu, this is a bit..."

"I'm just hypocritical." Chaomu coldly pushed his dog face away, "If you keep bargaining, I won't even let you lick my ears - as compensation for what I just did, you have to let me touch your belly later."

The Akita dog that didn't lick the raccoon's belly didn't understand for a moment how things turned out like this - it obviously didn't succeed, but it still had to compensate... ?

But it didn't seem like a bad thing. Besides, Miss Mu seemed angry, so he really had to admit his mistake and make her happy.

The fluffy Akita could only tilt its head, its ears drooping, and the whole dog lay in a squat position, its tail hanging limply behind it, and a puppy-like whimpering sound came from its throat: "Good woof."

Although I feel a little aggrieved, it's actually quite comfortable to have her touch my belly...it doesn't seem like there's anything to lose.

The raccoon and the puppy, who got along very well, finally reached an agreement miraculously.

The two fur balls rolled together on the tatami, and Chaomu finally successfully experienced what it felt like to be buried in a dog's fur. Although the Akita's fur was not as fluffy and smooth as the Gokudera wolf's, it felt thick and solid, and the belly was warm. The feeling of burying in it was like embracing the sun.

It turns out that having a dog is better than having a cat. If Yamamoto Wang stayed in this form permanently, she would probably be able to hold him to sleep every night, and even tuck her feet under his belly to keep warm in the winter... Just thinking about it makes her happy.

She lay on the large dog's belly, swishing her tail. The sun had already risen outside the window, and the early morning sunlight turned the dog's light yellow fur into a golden color.

The Akita dog lay docilely on its back, letting her bury her face in its vulnerable belly. He was a little uncomfortable, but in her presence, he seemed to instinctively suppress his aggression, simply looking up at her with his amber puppy eyes. Seeing that she didn't resist, he carefully licked her head and ears.

"This seems to be the second time I've bathed in the morning sunshine with Miss Mu." The tip of the furry ear trembled on the tip of his tongue. He held it in his mouth with a bit of reluctance, whispering softly, "Time like this is really... exciting..."

Yes, including the first time we met yesterday, it seems like this is the second time.

Chaomu was biting her ear by him, thinking a little confusedly - the next second, she immediately realized that something was wrong.

Yesterday morning…it seemed like the time was approaching?

The Akita she had pinned down on the tatami suddenly swelled, and the rough surface of the canine tongue on its ear suddenly softened. Chaomu, perceptibly aware of something, rose a little and saw that the furry belly beneath her had transformed into a sleek, muscular waist. The large dog, which had just been lying docilely on its back, had transformed into the muscular form of a full-grown man.

When he turned into a dog, his haori lining was all scattered on the lawn. Now that he has turned back into a human, his body is naturally exposed. He sticks to her unscrupulously, emitting a scorching heat.

Chaomu began to wonder if covering her eyes would be more polite - but she was still lying on his lower abdomen in the posture of a little raccoon, with her claws still supporting her tight muscles. Compared to covering her eyes, the physical contact that was a bit too close might be more serious.

However, the person involved did not seem to be very nervous.

"Wow, it suddenly returned." Yamamoto Takeshi's cheerful voice was tinged with a natural smile, and he continued to lick her like a canine, his tongue grazing her earlobe. "I thought it would require some kind of contact magic spell... but the process of returning to normal was surprisingly simple."

Before Chaomu could react, he had already sat up, his bare arms flexing with veins, half-lifting the furry raccoon against his chest. The raccoon's face was unexpectedly sunken into his firm, wheat-colored chest, its slender body glistening wetly in the morning light.

The touch is different from Amuro Toru, Jinji, Hibari, and Gin... It seems to be subtly more elastic? It feels alive... and exudes warmth.

The intelligence agent's instinct made the player start comparing and recording in his mind, and only after doing so did he realize what he was comparing: Never mind, this is also part of understanding the NPC, and he can later write down this feeling and register it to Teacher Reborn. He will definitely be shocked by her detailed understanding of the Guardians!

She can observe things so meticulously, is she really a genius?

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The author has something to say: Teacher R is looking at the homework of an old man on the subway who is looking at his phone: What do you mean Yamamoto’s chest muscles are more elastic than Hibari’s?

It's been a while since I last wiped it like this, but to be honest it's still not good enough...