Chapter Forty-eight: The Master Prefers Obedient Cats

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In the early morning, I awoke in bed, still wrapped in warmth—Wangchuan had already slipped away from the covers. Yet the lingering heat and scent remained, making me turn over with a reluctant longing, unwilling to rise.

Only then did I suddenly understand why domesticated pets are so attached to their owners. The comfort and happiness an owner brings is simply overwhelming! Take this one lazy morning, for instance—I almost managed to forget all about the trouble Wangchuan gave me last night!

Ah, truly shameless of me—to be so pleased with myself even after being bullied like that.

But after I flicked my tail, I stretched lazily beneath the covers before dragging myself out of bed, albeit grudgingly. It was then I noticed my hands had at some point reverted to paws, my body back to its original feline form.

Only now did it dawn on me—my essence and spirit were far from fully gathered; how could I possibly have transformed into a human? Wangchuan must have meddled in secret, changing my form ahead of time! That’s why I’d spent the whole night as some half-human, half-cat oddity, at his mercy!

Still, thinking back, aside from nearly being electrocuted, I’d rather enjoyed myself last night—especially when he wiped my tears. The memory now made me feel…

Ahem. The more I thought about it, the hotter my face grew, until I rolled out of bed in a fluster, determined to find Wangchuan’s shadow.

But just as I stepped out the door, I heard his voice.

“Lazy cat, you’re finally up?”

He sat at his new table—the last one smashed by Pei Mu—now replaced with a white one, inlaid with delicate golden patterns, exquisite to the point of being intimidating.

Only then did I realize: Wangchuan has a fondness for gold. Not just gold, but items with black or white bases adorned with golden embroidery. Understated yet luxurious, elegant yet commanding—immediately distinguished as something of the highest class.

I tiptoed over, eyeing the dishes on the table and swallowing my saliva. Rebecca was nowhere to be seen; at this moment, only Wangchuan and I were in the room.

Without my master’s command, I didn’t dare climb onto the chair. Wangchuan, spoon in hand, glanced down at me, then lifted me by the scruff and set me on the stool.

I sat upright on my haunches, paws pressed to the table’s edge, obediently watching Wangchuan eat, my mouth watering but not daring to make a sound.

After all, I’d just been disciplined by my master the night before—I wouldn’t dare act out again. If it were some important matter, perhaps I’d risk it, but for something as trivial as food, it simply wasn’t worth the trouble!

Seeing I’d learned my lesson, Wangchuan set a small plate to the side and placed a piece of meat on it.

I glanced up at him, and, after confirming I had permission, made to hop onto the table—only to be tapped on the head with his chopsticks, shrinking back with a pitiful look.

“Eat like this,” he instructed, not looking up, chewing slowly.

I had to stretch to reach the meat, barely able to pull it towards me with my tongue.

Delicious! At that moment, I was grateful to be a cat and not a dog—cat tongues are barbed, easily hooking food close to the mouth, whereas a dog might just push it further away.

After gulping down several pieces of meat from the little plate, I still eyed Wangchuan, unsatisfied. After all, I’d been through so much lately—tormented last night, frightened and battered the days before, scouring the city for souls—I was famished! Of course I needed to replenish my strength.

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Wangchuan looked at me and curved his lips. “You’ve learned your lesson today.”

“Mmm, mmm!” I nodded vigorously for the sake of food. “I don’t want to be punished again.”

“Good.” Wangchuan, clearly pleased, tapped the table with the end of his chopsticks. “Eat here.”

Understanding the signal, I leapt up onto the table, tail swaying obediently, waiting for Wangchuan to share more food with me.

Watching me grin shamelessly, Wangchuan seemed genuinely amused.

He was extremely handsome—if a bit cold. Seeing his rare smile now made my face flush and my heart race; I quickly buried myself in my food.

Wangchuan seemed to notice my state and snorted, then took a sip of water from his cup.

Only then did I realize—he never drank alcohol. The glass beside him was always sparkling clean, filled with nothing but plain water.

Plain water is the best—healthy and pure!

Once I was full, I glanced over at Wangchuan, who had long finished eating and now lounged against his chair, one arm draped over the back, legs crossed—an elegant yet roguish air about him.

“Ahem…” For no real reason, I cleared my throat—a bit of meat flew from my lips.

Wangchuan couldn’t help but laugh, grabbing me and pulling me into his arms for a playful squeeze.

He was a bit rough, like he was handling a rag doll, tugging and pinching until I began to ache.

Yet I soon melted into the rhythm of his hand tracing circles on my belly, starting to purr in bliss.

Just as I was about to dissolve into a puddle of feline contentment, he suddenly said, “In a bit, we’ll head out to look for the Soul of Birth.”

“Huh?” I responded lazily, my mind still foggy.

“I’ll take you out.”

“The Soul of Birth…” I echoed, suddenly perking up and standing on his knee. “You want me to look for the Soul of Birth?!”

Wangchuan flicked my nose, perhaps as punishment for my brash tone.

He didn’t use much force, but I knew I was in the wrong and nuzzled up to him, pleading, “Master, can I not go?”

“No,” came the icy reply from above.

I extended a paw, kneading his firm abs with my soft pads, making him chuckle.

So the Master is ticklish, too?

I scratched at him again, only to have my paw caught.

Though his gaze was fierce, it held a hint of laughter, no longer so intimidating.

I was starting to understand—perhaps Wangchuan preferred cats who were affectionate and playful?

I remembered him once saying he liked obedient cats.

So I put on my best ‘good kitty’ act, rubbing my paws together and narrowing my eyes, the very image of a soft, snuggly feline.

“Master… I’m exhausted, I need to rest…”

The saccharine tone even made the fur on my own tail stand on end—a bizarre, chilling sensation.

It was painfully sweet, nauseatingly coy, almost sinister! If not for my own interests, I wouldn’t say such things for the world!

Wangchuan’s expression turned frosty—clearly, my sudden coquettishness had startled him—but then he let out a snort of laughter.

“Don’t want to go? Very well—”

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He deliberately drew out his words, his long fingers teasing the tip of my tail, sending shivers down my spine.

For a cat, the tail—especially the tip—is a sacred place. It’s impossible to explain, but it’s as sensitive as the most delicate part of a human body.

Such gentle yet relentless stimulation, circling round and round—I could feel my cheeks start to twitch.

No matter how many times I tried to flick my tail free, I couldn’t snatch it back from Wangchuan’s grasp.

At last, I reached out with my paws, seized my own tail, and glared at Wangchuan on instinct.

“Hm?” He made a playful nasal sound, and I immediately softened.

Hugging my tail, I burrowed into his belly. “Master, please don’t play with my tail—I can’t take it…”

Wangchuan coughed, nearly bursting from holding back laughter. “Did you pick this up from Pei Mu?”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course not…”

“Then behave yourself.”

Perhaps my syrupy tone reminded him of those melodramatic plays, for he looked at me with exasperation.

“But I always talk like this…” I kept rubbing against him, inwardly delighted!

Let him suffer—after what he put me through yesterday, a little payback is only fair!

I could feel Wangchuan’s self-control unraveling, the dangerous glint in his eyes growing sharper.

Knowing I’d pushed enough, I quickly straightened up on his knee. “Master, I’m back to normal!”

Wangchuan was silent for a long moment, regarding me with a strange look, as if debating whether to punish me.

In the end, my relentless attempts at distraction won out, and Wangchuan resumed the earlier topic.

“Master, I really don’t want to go out searching for the Soul of Birth—I’m exhausted! Can’t I have just one day to rest? Didn’t you just say I could skip it? What do I have to do?”

As I spoke, I rubbed against his knee—my voice was no longer plaintive, but my gestures remained ingratiating.

Wangchuan watched me, raised a brow, and picked up one of my paws, pressing the sharp claw inside, squeezing leisurely as he replied.

“If you don’t want to go, you can stay home and nap with me.”

“So simple!” I lifted my face, unable to hide my excitement.

I couldn’t explain why I was so eager—perhaps I just liked the way Wangchuan stroked my belly before sleep.

But Wangchuan kept pressing my paw, and after a moment, added, “But sleeping doesn’t just mean sleeping—you’re sure?”

With that, he gave my paw a sharp squeeze.

Panic seized me—what did he mean? Would he torment me again, or… sleep with me?

I took a step back in fright, but Wangchuan immediately stretched out his leg.

I nearly lost my balance, but managed to scramble up his leg, hugging it tightly, letting out a breath—terrified.

Wangchuan’s gaze was so intense it chilled me to the bone—I hesitated, unsure how to respond.

But just as I hesitated, a soft thumping came from the door.

Still perched on Wangchuan’s thigh, I watched his expression.

Outside, Xiaoyun’s voice sounded: “Master, something’s wrong! Yubao—Yubao is in trouble!”