Chapter 62: Not a Rabbit

Hearing his words, Lin Xiaoxiao glanced at the tail in front of her, feeling even more embarrassed.

But, to be fair, the tail did make the outfit look more complete…

Seeing she wasn’t resisting as much, Zhou Ting released her wrists, encouraging, “Come on, little one, stand up and show me.”

Her legs trembled, reluctant. The tail felt so strange, indescribable.

But she knew if she didn’t satisfy his peculiar fetish tonight, she’d be stuck in this humiliating catgirl outfit.

Sighing, she stood slowly, displaying herself before him.

Noticing her cautious demeanor, he teased, “Relax, little one, that tail’s secure—it won’t fall off.”

Her face flushed deeper, and she shot him a resentful glare, muttering, “You don’t have a tail—how would you know…”

He raised an eyebrow. “Want to do a little experiment?”

Confused, she watched as he continued, “I’ll tug it off, see how much force it takes, then put it back.”

Her eyes widened, shaking her head like a rattle, vehemently refusing. “No way!”

Putting it on was embarrassing enough—taking it off and reattaching it?

He shrugged, unfazed. The tail would come off eventually.

“From now on, you’re my little cat servant. Call me Master, got it?”

She rolled her eyes, ignoring the bully.

Unsurprised, he pulled out his phone, snapping a photo of the captivating vixen.

Too late to react, she fumed, “What are you doing? Delete it!”

Wearing this was humiliating enough—if anyone saw the photo, she’d die of shame.

He admired it, showing her. “Delete this? It’s too pretty.”

Her chest heaved with anger, making her seem even more alluring. Finally, she snapped, “Pretty, my ass!”

She lunged at him, claws out, trying to snatch the phone.

Smirking, he easily restrained her in a few moves.

At the dining table, Zhou Ting sat elegantly while the catgirl stood beside him, aggrieved, her fluffy ears and tail accentuating her tight skirt and black stockings, looking like a post-dinner dessert.

“You don’t have to stand, little one. Sit and eat with me,” he said.

Her teeth itched with irritation. Thinking of the photo and her current predicament, she forced a smile uglier than a cry. “M-Master, your servant isn’t hungry…”

That title was his demand, backed by the photo threat—so infuriating!

He hooked her waist, enthusiastic. “Sit, be good. Master will feed you.”

Feeling his strength, panic flashed in her eyes. “N-no…”

But she was pulled into his lap. As she sat, the tail shifted, making her lips part in a soft whimper, her face flushing.

“That’s better,” he said, picking up a piece of fish with chopsticks, holding it to her lips. “Hungry, right? Eat.”

Despite the tail’s odd sensation, she was starving. Accepting his feeding, she took the fish.

She’d lied about not being hungry to avoid sitting, but the food smelled too good.

As she opened her mouth for the fish, his hand moved, making her miss.

Stunned, she glared at him.

He chuckled, offering it again. “No teasing now, eat.”

Wary but trusting, she leaned in—only for him to pull it away again. He was doing it on purpose!

Furious, she wanted to explode, but seeing his mischievous grin, she held back.

Stay calm. He wants me mad.

Her eyes gleamed with an idea. Turning to him, she let her eyes mist over, looking pitiful. “Master, can you really bear to let your cute kitten starve?”

Caught off guard, he froze, then shook his head, offering the fish again.

She ate it triumphantly. “No wonder it’s my cooking—it’s delicious…”

Snapping out of it, he sighed. He’d actually been charmed by her. What a vixen.

Setting down the chopsticks, he grabbed her head and kissed her deeply.

After a long moment, he smacked his lips. “Yeah, tastes great.”

Huffing, she snatched his chopsticks and ate on her own.

He’d only meant to tease her, so he stopped, occasionally feeding her.

“Don’t just eat meat—have some carrots.”

Reluctantly, she ate the carrot he offered. “I’m not a rabbit. Why carrots?”

He shook his head, amused. “You bought and cooked them.”

“For you. I don’t like carrots.”

“I don’t either. Don’t buy them next time.”

Though the prelude was intense, they finally finished dinner.

Rubbing her stomach, Lin Xiaoxiao sighed contentedly. “So full, don’t wanna move.”

He chuckled, then asked, “By the way, you’re about Zhou Yang’s age. When’s your birthday?”

Caught off guard, she answered honestly, “July 23rd. Why?”

He repeated it silently, committing it to memory. “It’s coming up. What do you want?”