Chapter 85: Silver Wolf Cushion and His Social Animal Brothers and Sisters in the Office.
Chaomu didn't know how things turned out like this.
She was clearly just here to play a game, happily trying to relieve the stress of daily life and work... This should have been a very happy thing... Why is she now! In the game! Working!
Although she had worked part-time before, there was a big difference between housework and three-dimensional work. When she was in the internal competition, she was more motivated by the desire to win and played games happily. Working on paperwork was really a bit of a pain for her.
"What's this... a really awkward name. A certain family is crossing the border to collect protection money." Some Italian Mafia family surnames are a bit too difficult to pronounce, and Chaomu felt a headache just reading them. "Then again... Mukudera-kun, can't you just draw a conclusion and let me approve it? Why do you insist on me reading it too... Is this something I can actually read?"
The silver wolf's head rested against her cheek, and as he tilted his head to look at the documents, his fluffy fur tickled the side of her face. During work hours, his green eyes were as calm as a windless lake, and even his howling voice was steady and serious. "The Tenth Generation has agreed, and Mr. Reborn also agrees that you should study more relevant knowledge—it's just that ghostwriting is a bit of a waste of your time."
Chaomu: “…Tsk.”
She looked at the new task added to the task list, "Assisting the Guardian of Storm in reviewing official documents," and for the first time she felt a little regretful about becoming Reborn's apprentice... She could just study linear algebra or probability theory, she didn't want to work...!
At this moment, she was sitting on the soft carpet like a boneless person, burying herself in the soft belly hair of the Prison Temple Wolf, biting the tip of the pen with a frustrated look on her face, and shuffling the large stack of documents beside her under the low-pitched howling guidance of the wolf that came over.
Not sitting at the desk to work is her last resort - after all, she won't get spinal disease in the game, and leaning over is no big deal.
"Anyway, they basically just marked it 'read' and said they'd arrange for a family member to handle it." The young girl, chewing on her pen, looked more like a student who didn't want to do her homework than a regular worker. She stretched out her words, her tone reluctance evident. "Why do we have to write paperwork for something like this? If you need help, wouldn't you get a quicker response by email?"
Their family's approval documents have so many different formats...it's so troublesome.
"Most people who seek refuge with the Vongola desire a reply sealed with the Flame of Death and the Vongola crest," the young leader, sitting upright at his desk reviewing official documents, explained patiently and gently. "Email is certainly convenient, but paper letters also have their irreplaceable value."
"The Tenth Daemon is right—this is the font we should use for this reply." Mukudera Wolf always unconditionally agreed with his leader's words. He nudged the girl's cheek with his head, urging her to start writing quickly. "Replying to letters of assistance has strict formatting requirements. Please be sure to follow this reference I found for you..."
While it's tempting to see a large, arrogant dog rubbing against you, if this dog is rubbing against you just to urge you to work harder...
Chaomu was very touched and pushed his big head to the side expressionlessly: "Even if you urge me so much, I still need time to read the reference... and imitate the handwriting... Tsk."
When she held the pen, she felt more like copying homework than working... In short, it was all annoying work, and she didn't want to do this kind of crap in the game at all.
Perhaps because she was in a bad mood, the short-haired girl's face was expressionless, but a hint of anger could still be seen. Having his head pushed away, Yusi Lang instinctively looked at her face through his fingers, and his tail couldn't help but flicked twice: when he'd played a prank and forced her to touch him before, she hadn't looked this pitiful before...
It was clearly her who started the prank that led to the current situation, so why did he act like he was bullying her? Didn't he satisfy her when she said she would only work if she relied on the wolf? Why did he still have a subtle feeling of indebtedness...
Although he is an Italian man and has a sister, Mukudera doesn't actually know much about female psychology, nor does he know how to coax people - the flirting talent that most Italian men have is not reflected in him.
He drooped his ears and looked at the girl's cold profile. He thought seriously for a few seconds about how to coax her to calm her down. Finally, he tentatively circled her with his tail and put his head back on her shoulder.
When she saw Yamamoto Wang acting like a spoiled child to her like this before, she seemed to enjoy it... This should help her calm down a little, right... ?
Being wrapped in fur, Chaomu's mood did improve for a second. She rubbed the wolf's soft tail against the fur twice, venting her anger. She kept stroking it until he was so angry that he wanted to move the tail away, but she didn't let go.
It was his own initiative to offer his tail, but when it was actually touched, the large silver dog's fur stood up again. His green eyes stared at her with a hint of shame and anger, with disapproval written all over his face.
"Mukudera-kun, this is like a sting operation." She held his tail tightly, not letting go, and whispered a serious accusation in his ear, "You were the one who wanted to compensate me, and now that I've been hurt, you're blaming me—isn't that right? You promised me benefits but you're not paying them. I'm applying for labor law intervention!"
"What benefits are you talking about... When did I ever promise such a thing?" Her breath was too close, and the silver wolf's ears drooped sensitively. He was afraid to disturb his leader who was working hard, so he could only make a small, low snoring sound from his throat, trying to make his tone sound more serious. "I just saw that you were feeling a little low, and I wanted to try to encourage you..."
I don't care about that at dawn or dusk.
She is forced to work, so Mukuro-kun definitely can't have an easy time either.
"You're assisting me with my work now, right? Providing me with this kind of service is only natural." Her fingertips sank into the smooth silver-white hair, pinching the base of his tail and rubbing it up and down in revenge. "If you don't cooperate, I won't work and will leave all the work to my senior brother—"
...What kind of terrible things is this guy saying with such a serious face?
The silver wolf's tail bounced up like an electric shock, and she quickly grabbed the tip of the tail. She also pressed against its soft belly without restraint, and her other hand had already reached over to squeeze the soft belly.
"Do you have any sense of being a lady?!" He lowered his voice and squeezed out a trembling sound of exasperation from his throat, scratching the carpet anxiously with his claws. "Although I am in animal form now, I am still a man..."
"Oh, I get it. You are a man after all, and all men are big bad wolves." I have memorized these classic lines every day. Hearing him say this, I am not afraid at all. Instead, I find it very interesting - and the way he looks unwilling but forcing himself is so cute, which makes people feel even more disgusted.
"Men and the like have nothing to do with me." She pulled out a hand, supported the silver wolf's jaw, pulled his head closer, and pressed her cheek against his. "To me, Mukudera-kun is just a furry little animal now. Touch it if you want. Mukudera-kun, don't be too sensitive. Look how happy Yamamoto-kun is having. Just be an animal. Don't have too much psychological baggage."
Silver Wolf's once handsome and cool face was pinched until his cheeks were puffed out, and his whole body was as stiff as a rock. He let out a low howl, trying to retort, but the slightly ferocious howl was muffled by the scratching of his chin and throat, leaving only a suppressed whimper.
Who would want to be a dog? How could he be as careless as the baseball idiot? It would be terrible to be treated like a puppy and have its tail wagged after just a few pats. He would never...
The wolf was stiffly used as a pillow, and the girl tucked its tail into her arms to use as a cuddle. When she got tired of playing, she would quietly frown and continue working. He could only calm down, put his arm around her shoulder, and go through the documents with her, occasionally giving her some advice.
At this time, he felt a little fortunate that he was now in the form of a wolf.
His thick wolf claws rested on the girl's waist, and because his face was too close, his nose often accidentally rubbed her delicate neck. The girl had neat short hair, and her white neck was exposed. She didn't care about the shallow marks left by the wet nose, but just rubbed his head and pinched his ears when he came closer.
If it weren't for its thick fur and its human form, it would definitely be seen as losing its composure...
The Guardian of Mist, who had clearly become a mature adult, had confined her to his territory in the form of a wolf. She was rubbed so hard that her ears drooped in endurance, but her tail was honestly wagging from side to side, and she was also fixed in the soft embrace.
The tail fluttering in his arms is certainly fun, but during work, Chaomu really doesn't have the leisure to touch the fur.
The furry comfort only lasted a short time before she was once again overwhelmed by the pain of working in the game: "Ugh... When will all this paperwork end..."
"... Once you've finished this stack, you can rest." Prison Temple Wolf swung his tail and spoke in a stern tone, "Please cheer up—"
When Tsunayoshi Sawada looked up from the pile of secret letters, he saw the eerie sight of his right and left hands holding the girl in their arms. The tip of the silver wolf's tail was unconsciously wrapped around the girl's ankle, and it purred in its throat, supervising her homework. The junior sister, forced to work overtime, leaned against the wolf, her eyes glazed over, like a social worker whose soul has been drained by work.
When his junior sister was still in the form of a raccoon, she seemed to have no problem being with Hayato and the others, but at this time, he always felt that something was wrong.
The young leader only hesitated for two seconds before shifting focus. After all, as long as the parties involved didn't see a problem with their relationship, there was no need for him to worry too much. The most important thing now was the sister's mental state—her eyes were dead!
"You don't have to be so strict, ok? Hayato?" He clenched his left fist, placed it against his lips, and coughed softly. "These tasks aren't that urgent, so there's no need to put too much pressure on yourself... Whether you or my junior sister, you can take a break if you want."
"Brother, you're right! We need to balance work and rest!" With his brother's support, Chaomu immediately sat up, straightened his back, and enthusiastically agreed, "As expected of the Vongola leader, what you say makes sense—what do you think, Gokudera-kun? Do you think what you say is right?"
Prison Temple Wolf: “…………”
The heat source that had just been leaning on him suddenly moved away, and he was a little uncomfortable for a moment.
But he obviously couldn't believe that the leader was wrong, so he could only hang his tail and said dryly: "Then you should go and rest first..."
Chaomu disappeared from his side again.
"It's a good break." She transformed back into a raccoon in a split second, darting under the desk like lightning and reaching for the trash can with her paw. "I've been so tired from work, so it's only reasonable to reward myself with a trash can, right?"
Being a human is so tiring, she doesn’t want to be a human anymore, being a raccoon is so much fun!
Sawada Tsunayoshi, who just thought he had done a good thing and was a considerate senior brother to his junior sister: "…………"
He felt a furry touch beside his legs. He lowered his head and met the eyes of the elusive raccoon. He saw her hugging him tightly with a loving look... The trash can at his feet made his forehead throb with pain.
Although he could understand that work could cause people to have mental problems due to excessive stress...but why was his junior sister so fond of the trash can?
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The author has something to say: Today I intensively revised the first half of the book, adding about 3,000 chapters. I did not make any major changes to the plot, but simply completed the character of the social animal Little Raccoon.
This technical change strengthens: Little Raccoon's dark social animal power, charm D presence, and player belief. No weakening has been done. Little Raccoon wins (see the date for the specific chapters that have been changed)
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