Chapter 56 Where Can’t I Touch? Carnival of Explosive Updates! (4/8)

I swallowed hard in fright, completely at a loss for words as I watched Wangchuan treat me like this! What on earth was this madman planning? He even hung me up—did he intend to leave me dangling like a piece of clothing?

“Come on, dance for me.”

Wangchuan smiled as he sat down, facing me. He stretched out those long, slender fingers and poked my belly.

“Haha…” I couldn’t stand the tickling—it made me burst out giggling.

“Keep going.” He watched me with ease, as if he really were just sitting back, waiting for me to dance.

That thin finger sent waves of tingling through my belly, kneading the soft flesh so that I was caught between the agony of the tickling and a strange, shivery pleasure.

Under his playful fingers, I couldn’t help but squirm and kick my legs, almost hopping in place.

“No, no, don’t—ahahaha…” I dodged and danced about, desperate to avoid his touch.

Every spot his finger found sent a terrifying jolt of ticklishness through me!

“Don’t what?” Wangchuan curled his finger, swirling it around what must have been my navel, deliberately scratching the most sensitive spot.

“Don’t tickle my belly—hahaha… ha…” My paws were bound so tightly I couldn’t escape, only sink deeper into his grasp until I had nowhere left to hide.

“And if I just keep tickling you?” Wangchuan’s hand darted out, poking me like a tiny machine gun, all over my belly.

I hunched over, trying my best to dodge, but still couldn’t avoid getting hit a few times.

“I… I… I’ll hate you.”

I pouted, thoroughly displeased as I answered him—after all, this maddening tickle-torture truly could breed resentment!

Wangchuan said nothing, clearly unwilling to stop, his fingers still kneading my belly!

“Aaah! Hahahaha…” Suspended by my two paws, I burst out laughing uncontrollably!

It was getting so intense I could barely breathe, as if I might leave this world forever if I couldn’t catch my breath!

“Master, master, I don’t hate you, I don’t, ha, ah…”

In the end, all I could do was apologize, dodging as I pleaded for mercy.

My eyes were wet with tears—whether from laughter or pain, I didn’t know. All I knew was that I was crying harder and harder.

“That won’t help,” Wangchuan said, sitting nearby, utterly cold-hearted.

Tickling is never the same for the tickler and the tickled, is it?!

“Ha… wuu… mm… ah…” I wiped at my tears as I tried to avoid him, but the more I was tickled, the weaker I became.

Eventually, even the sound of my laughter faded, replaced by weak gasps and the occasional giggle.

“You do have a lovely voice,” Wangchuan commented as he poked my belly.

Perhaps noticing I was flagging, Wangchuan changed tactics, his fingers now moving up and down, teasing me into more helpless laughter!

I must have done something terrible in a past life to end up like this—hung here for a tickle-torture!

Worst of all, those other “accomplices” who teased me first were probably enjoying their freedom, while I alone suffered!

“You… scoundrel… pervert…” In my anger, I couldn’t help but curse aloud!

But even my curses were weak, my voice limp from exhaustion.

“Insulting your master earns more punishment,” Wangchuan announced as casually as if he were talking about eating or sleeping, his fingers twitching so that my belly convulsed.

“Ugh—ahahaha…” Maybe it was some lingering effect of prolonged tickling, but I was nearly convulsing with laughter.

“That’s not right,” Wangchuan shook his head, poking my nose instead.

“Ah? Ha—ah?” The sudden switch from belly to nose was disorienting, but at least I didn’t have to laugh so wildly I went limp.

My oxygen-deprived brain slowly caught up and I looked at Wangchuan, seeking his answer.

“Not as nice as before,” Wangchuan shook his head. “Or maybe like this?”

He reached both hands out, one on each side, alternately kneading my soft belly.

“I… I… ha… I can’t…” The sensation overwhelmed me, leaving me so limp I almost wanted to moan.

It was such a strange feeling—so ticklish and uncomfortable I was like a puddle, but at the same time, wasn’t this just… belly-rubbing? And wasn’t that a little nice, too?

“What can’t you do?” Wangchuan was concise, but didn’t withdraw his hands.

“Don’t make me laugh, haha… ha…” I laughed manically, tears sliding from my eyes once more.

“But you’re quite enthusiastic, for example… hmm?” He reached out—one hand wiping away my tears, the other trailing down toward the base of my tail.

“Ah… mm… don’t, don’t touch there.” I flinched; this was even more mortifying than the tickling.

Sure, I was a cat, but by now I was used to this feline body—how could I not blush when someone touched me like that?!

“Don’t touch what? Where can’t I touch?” His hand lingered, circling deliberately, whether to tickle or to tease, I couldn’t say.

“Aha… ha… stop… mm… mm…” I was laughing, my stomach aching from the spasms, the pain nearly unbearable!

It was worse than torture! Yet every time he teased me, I softened a little more, feeling as if my soul might just float away.

“Now that’s a voice worth hearing.”

It was as if he meant to torment me deliberately—his fingers traced circles at my most ticklish spots, then swept past the most embarrassing places, drawing out terrible sounds.

“Mm… mm…” I bit my lip, stifling every sound—whether laughter or something else—behind a tightly clenched mouth, refusing to let a single note escape!

“Keep going. Don’t close your mouth,” Wangchuan ordered, prying my mouth open and, as before, poking my tongue.

But my mouth was bitter from laughing so much, and now, as he poked my tongue, I only felt more nauseated, retching as tears streamed from my eyes.

“Master… I’m dying, stop… mm… glug glug…”

I begged him for mercy, my voice muffled and soft—I really couldn’t take any more, my whole body limp, but for some reason, just then, I suddenly let out a low, rolling purr!

Wangchuan couldn’t help but laugh out loud this time: “Looks like your body’s a lot more honest than your mouth. You’re clearly enjoying it.”

“No, no, I’m not, mm… not at all…”

I hurried to explain, but with my paws bound so tightly, I couldn’t even dodge.

To me, this was hellish torment—my belly couldn’t stand it, and neither could my brain!

This endless laughter, this breathless state, truly felt like a trip through hell!

I wondered if anyone else had ever been tickled this long—if I weren’t a cat, I might have lost control and wet myself on the spot.

Fortunately, cats and humans are a little different—this kind of intense belly contraction didn’t trigger my feline bladder, allowing me to retain a shred of dignity.

But just as I thought of dignity, I felt Wangchuan’s fingers begin to get restless again!

“Hahaha—” I laughed reflexively, then protested, “No, no, you can’t, you can’t do this.”

“There’s no can’t.”

His answer was as simple as his actions. Yet I couldn’t understand—why was he so fascinated by a cat’s body?

Then I remembered what Fishy once told me: Wangchuan’s true form was a big cat.

So… a big cat interested in a little cat?

Was I really so lucky as to be the object of his interest?

Wasn’t the last time’s humiliation enough? Watching Wangchuan, not feverish, not aroused, only interested in teasing me.

Perhaps for him, this was just a game.

But for me? What did it mean to me?

As he continued to torment me with endless amusement, I suddenly sobbed, “Don’t make me hate you…”

“Hmm?” His fingers paused for a moment, then withdrew.

After that, Wangchuan said nothing. He simply found a tissue, wiped his fingers, then used a fresh one to dab at my mouth.

I had laughed so wildly that drool had run down my chin.

But at that point, my mouth was too numb to care about drool!

Perhaps my words had dampened Wangchuan’s mood, or perhaps he simply didn’t want to torment a little cat who was already half dead and still threatening him.

At last, I caught my breath, still dangling from that torture rack, just breathing in and out.

But before I’d managed more than two minutes of peace, Wangchuan returned with a basin of steaming water—was it boiling?!

What was he planning now?!

The next moment, Wangchuan started untying the ropes on my paws. After being suspended for so long, and after all that laughing, my nerves were shot—when I hit the table, I lay there limp and unable to move.

But Wangchuan didn’t care if I could move—he grabbed me, intent on dumping me into that steaming basin!

“Master, please don’t!” I clung desperately to his wrist, terrified by the heat below.

“Do you still hate me?” he asked, his tone flat.

I shook my head like a drum: “No, no, not at all!”

He nodded, then tossed me onto the bed, climbed up himself, pulled the covers over us, and said, “Let’s sleep. I’m exhausted.”

Watching him bounce twice beside me before finally sinking into the mattress, I couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of my mouth, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Even I hadn’t expected that, in the absence of his embrace, after a moment’s hesitation—

I crawled under the covers myself.

With a snort, Wangchuan reached out and wrapped his arms around me: “That’s better.”