Chapter 13: The female protagonist gets teased and humiliated by a jealous person...
Imagine performing a magic trick on the club president during such an awkward time as taking a shower. My cat fur was practically standing on end. Then I realized that I was still in the form of a kitten in the dream, which was really disadvantageous for me. Was I supposed to retaliate with a cat punch when Tsugikuni Iwakatsu beat me up later?
Although I'm still in the Transformation Jutsu, I can't feel any chakra at all. I'm basically a helpless little kitten who'll end up being cooked!
Unfortunately, I can't undo the transformation. I'm not sure if my body has already manifested in front of the president, but I'm absolutely certain that if I turn back into a human now, the transformation will automatically be canceled even if I still look like a kitten in the real world. Just thinking about that scene makes me feel suffocated.
So I'd better hurry up and find a way to leave this dream while Tsugikuni Iwakatsu is practicing his swordsmanship, or I'm really doomed. Last time he chased me with his sword, he didn't hold back at all.
I slammed my head against the big tree in front of me, trying to escape this dream, but even after getting dizzy, I couldn't get away. That makes sense; the pain in dreams is much less than in the real world. Last time, I was hit on the head by Iwakatsuichi's wooden sword and I was fine. Simple pain is hard to get rid of.
Am I supposed to commit suicide like Dazai Osamu, that black mud spirit? No way! Even though I could escape this dream, I'd definitely be traumatized when I woke up. I'd rather be cooked in a pot. At least I wouldn't be doing it myself.
But even if he was actually stewed by Jiguo Yansheng, he wouldn't be willing to accept it. Even if he was stewed, he would drag him into the pot with him!
I was just imagining this satisfying scene in my mind when I suddenly remembered that doing this was really like the kind of love suicide that a certain black mud guy talked about, so I should just kick the lemon essence out of the soup pot. Just hearing the name of the dish, cat meat stewed with lemon, makes my stomach hurt. It is definitely the darkest of the dark cuisines.
Tsugikuni Iwakatsu, who was practicing his sword, had already noticed me, but he only glanced at me before continuing to focus on practicing with his wooden sword. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, he didn't swing his sword at me directly, otherwise I probably would have been chased and killed.
When he's a cat, his bottom line is definitely not as high as when he's a human, otherwise he wouldn't have had the nerve to let President Fukuzawa help him take a bath. He'll probably be petrified when he finds out the truth.
I squatted on the floor of the veranda, watching the boy in the kendo uniform training in the courtyard. I thought to myself that when I got back, I would reveal my identity as soon as possible and become a disciple of President Fukuzawa. Once I learned the swordsmanship of the lone swordsman Ginrou, I would definitely beat Tsugikuni Iwakatsu until he screamed. Only in this way could I avenge my humiliation and get revenge for being chased and beaten that day!
I was mentally picturing the exhilarating scene of a master swordsman chasing after Kokushiro Tsugikuni throughout the courtyard when he finally finished his practice and put down his wooden sword.
As he walked over, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, I froze, hesitating whether to run away immediately—it was a bit embarrassing!
Moreover, even if I could use my cat's innate ability to climb a tree to hide, this entire Kyoto residence is a manifestation of him, and he can make everything around him disappear at any time. It would be terrible to fall from mid-air in that case.
At this moment, Jiguo Yansheng had already arrived under the corridor. Fortunately, he didn't intend to do anything to me. Instead, he picked up the water that was placed there and drank it.
"Where did this cat come from?"
After drinking some water, he looked at me and murmured something, which made me realize that he didn't recognize me at all.
The last time we met, they kept calling me a monster, but now that they've met me, the only living thing in their dream, they haven't shown any wariness. Their intelligence is questionable!
Still silently criticizing him, Ji Guoyansheng looked around the empty courtyard and muttered to himself, "Where has everyone gone?"
I choked for a moment, then realized that Kokushibo wasn't lacking in intelligence, but rather that he simply didn't realize he was dreaming. Seriously, he's practicing swordsmanship even in his dreams—that's incredibly diligent! It puts a lot of pressure on me!
After replenishing his fluids, Tsugikuni Iwakatsu sat down to rest on the veranda. He casually picked up a wagashi (Japanese sweet) from the tray beside him. I suddenly remembered that food in dreams has no taste. If he takes a bite of the wagashi, he will immediately realize that he is dreaming and then he will realize my identity. Stewed cat meat is already obvious. Absolutely not!
I leaped forward, intending to snatch the wagashi from Tsugikuni Iwakatsu's hand, but I underestimated my strength. That guy simply reached out and grabbed the back of my neck, instantly leaving me suspended in mid-air like dried bacon, unable to move. This was truly the end for me!
While I was still feeling miserable, I heard Jiguo Yansheng's light laughter. The next moment, I was placed on his lap and stroked from head to toe. I subconsciously showed my five sharp fingernails from my paw pads and scratched at Jiguo Yansheng, who dared to stroke me so casually.
Unfortunately, his little paws were pinched, and I couldn't leave my mark on his face.
As I was still feeling regretful, Ji Guoyansheng's voice rang out from above me again. It wasn't the scolding I had imagined, nor was it the voice that had once been so agitated with extreme jealousy that it was almost on the verge of collapse. Instead, it was a clear, childlike voice filled with laughter and indulgence.
"It looks so soft, but it's so fierce?"
The next moment, a wagashi (Japanese sweet) was brought to my lips, and his voice rang out again.
"Eat up, all of this is yours."
Seeing that Tsugikuni Iwakatsu had brought over the whole plate of wagashi (Japanese sweets), I suspected that he was trying to retaliate for my previous offense by stuffing me to death. I didn't believe that he was a cat lover like President Fukuzawa!
When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. I took a big bite of the tasteless wagashi and swallowed it down.
Seeing a whole plate of wagashi (Japanese sweets) waiting to be eaten, I felt hopeless about my cat life. Although this was a dream and there was no issue of overeating, mechanically chewing tasteless food was still torture.
At this moment, the hand that was pressing on my head once again stroked my back and started petting me, making my claws start to stir again.
Thinking that even if I scratched Tsugikuni Iwakatsu's face into a chessboard in the dream world, it wouldn't cause him much pain, but would instead reveal the truth that this was a dream, I could only endure his harassment... Uh, it's actually quite comfortable. My cat-petting skills, while not as good as President Fukuzawa's, are still pretty good.
Because the masturbation was so pleasurable, I slowed down my eating. Ji Guoyansheng kept urging me to eat while masturbating me, saying, "Eat quickly so I can get rid of you as soon as possible. If Father finds out about your existence, I'll kill you with my own hands."
Those words made me drop the wagashi I was eating. How could the cat possibly eat that?
He actually let his own son kill a cat. Is the head of the family really this cruel?
That's right. Yoriichi was almost killed when he was born, let alone a cat. That guy must be the nemesis of all cat lovers.
His voice grew softer and softer until he could no longer speak.
I couldn't help but sit up and look over. I saw a slightly sad look on Yan Sheng's childlike face. For the first time, I realized that he was still a child. My heart softened, so I stood up and patted his face with my cat paw, hoping that he wouldn't be so down.
A glint appeared in the boy's eyes, and he gently grasped my hand, saying, "Are you comforting me?"
I meowed in response, and since he, like the club president, enjoys talking to cats, a little comforting wouldn't hurt.
Of course, one thing at a time, I will definitely not hold back when I beat him up in the future.
I lay back down on Jiguo Yansheng's lap, my tail curling around his hand to signal him to continue petting me.
Ji Guoyan looked at me with gentle eyes, reached out and scratched my chin, which made me squint my eyes comfortably and unconsciously lie flat, exposing my belly.
Is this comfortable?
He rubbed my belly and asked, making me go limp like a cat and meow.
Because the massage was so pleasurable, I relaxed my mind and unknowingly deactivated the transformation spell.
As a cloud of smoke burst from my body, I reverted to my true form, transforming back into the appearance of a seven-year-old girl and sitting on Yan Sheng's lap.
Tsugukuni Iwakatsu, whose hand was still on my stomach, froze when he saw me reveal my true form. His round eyes stared at me in disbelief, and his lips twitched, unable to utter a word for a long time...
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