Chapter 48: I won’t submit to my master after becoming a catgirl, meow!
Liu family, living room.
Liu Wangjiang stared at the little white cat—collared yet still hissing at him—his eyes gleaming with deeper intrigue.
He wasn’t one to abuse cats.
He truly intended to keep her.
She caught his eye, her scent faintly akin to Qiqi’s—perfect for petting away boredom, and heeding psychologist Zhang Junfang’s advice: “Adopt a pet to ease stress.”
But before keeping, her wild streak needed breaking.
He craved a gentle, compliant housecat—not this defiant spitfire.
Lu Qingqi’s throat tightened.
Her hind paws instinctively dug at the floor.
The collar tethered a heavy chain; any tug clinked loudly, yanking her escape dreams dead.
She’d only meant to eavesdrop on Liu Wangjiang’s call.
Who knew he’d bring her home?
Who knew he planned to keep her?
Who knew his “keeping” meant collaring and wielding that little steel rod?!
What a freak!!
Lu Qingqi wailed inwardly.
No! No! No!
She wouldn’t be Liu Wangjiang’s cat.
She’d flee—she’d be free!!
Her cat pupils narrowed sharp.
A phantom panel bloomed silently before her.
Her gaze raced the options: [Gender Swap], [Forced Climax], [Future Walk]…… each superpower dismissed in turn.
Until [Hypnosis] leaped out—eyes igniting.
Yes! That’s it!
Though future self had said Liu Wangjiang’s special constitution blocked her powers—not wholly immune.
Just amp the potency.
Future self’s exact words.
Lu Qingqi remembered crystal-clear.
Utterly trusted.
After all, future her wouldn’t sabotage herself.
But next instant, her eyes hit the description—pausing faintly.
“As humanoid on human, gain hypnosis master skills and abilities.”
Humanoid.
Cat wouldn’t cut it.
But cat girl counted human.
So—before Liu Wangjiang, shift to cat girl first.
Then hypnotize: uncollar her, let her leave.
Follow with hypnosis: wipe this memory.
Logic sound, plan solid.
Mind replayed the steps.
Outer time: mere two-three seconds.
Liu Wangjiang eyed the hissing white cat at his feet.
The little steel rod hovered midair.
Pondering how to tame that feral edge.
Suddenly, his pupils contracted.
The bristling puffball at his feet—inflated slowly, like ballooned.
Fluffy white fur receded, baring slender humanoid contours beneath.
Waist-long white locks cascaded; atop her head, fuzzy white cat ears twitched.
Behind, a matching tail swept the floor—tip curling with lazy ease.
“Uncollar this cat right now meow!”
Lu Qingqi’s voice still held cat-form’s softness, tail-end lilting “meow”—but her tone brooked no defiance.
[Hypnosis] at full throttle!
Liu Wangjiang reeled in “cat-to-human” shock.
Yet his chest stirred faintly cool.
Near-invisible mist wisps drifted from his torso.
Lu Qingqi missed it—swirling airward, then burrowing back in.
Next breath, his deep-purple pupils veiled in faint gray haze.
Shock, stun—vanished clean.
Leaving only serene detachment.
He set the little steel rod aside.
Gaze settling on Lu Qingqi—like a master appraising his caged pet.
Utterly unmoved.
Lu Qingqi preened inwardly, tail nearly sky-high.
Finally landed one after ages.
Her episode superpowers worked on Liu Wangjiang after all!
Soon—he’d kneel, barking like a dog!
Sweet revenge!!
But musing moments, the chill at her throat lingered.
Eyes snapping open: the man hadn’t uncollared her.
Just regarded her quietly—gaze flat as inspecting a trinket.
Hakilu panicked inexplicably.
“Y-You—why haven’t you uncollared this cat yet!”
“This cat commands you: uncollar now—immediately!!”
Pushing, Lu Qingqi cranked [Hypnosis] harder.
But greeting: two light “thwacks” atop her head.
Liu Wangjiang withdrew the rod, shaking his head at her.
“Feral cat through and through—wild to the bone, daring talk to your master like that.”
Lu Qingqi blanked.
This……
Hypnosis failed again?
But…… didn’t seem so.
If failed, why no shock at cat-girl her?
Lu Qingqi’s mind muddled still—those two taps not heavy, yet laced with irrefusable authority.
She looked up, crashing into Liu Wangjiang’s deep-purple depths.
No trace of her hoped-for surprise.
Just tranquil command.
The man’s voice dropped again, heavier.
“Call me Master.”
Those three words plunked into her foggy thoughts like pebbles.
Lu Qingqi gaped, brain jammed on “why’d hypnosis flop” “why no shock at cat-girl”—no reflex reply.
Before sorting, two more taps—firmer, forcing her neck to duck instinctively.
“Didn’t hear?”
Liu Wangjiang’s fingertip hovered overhead, impatience creeping.
“Call me Master.”
Lu Qingqi snapped to—absurdity surging.
She jutted her chin, voice tangled in lingering fluster and forced bravado.
“Liu Wangjiang! See who I am! I’m a cat girl! You see me and aren’t shocked?!”
Words barely out—two crisp “thwacks” on cue, clearer than before.
Liu Wangjiang gazed down, eyes flecked with disappointed amusement.
“Daring name your Master direct—wild untamable.”
“You’re the cat I fished from the back seat—stray, so mine.”
“But I’m cat girl now! Talking normal meow! No shock?!”
“Absurd—cats all alike worldwide; what’s shocking.”
Lu Qingqi choked silent.
Oh crap—had she over-hyped hypnosis, frying Liu Wangjiang’s brain?
Thought sparking—several harder taps atop.
Man’s voice low, magnetic.
“Little one—call me Master!”
“No!”
Lu Qingqi craned stubborn.
She was pure dude—wouldn’t call any man Master!
Even death, leap from here—never!!
“Truly not?”
“Not.”
“Fine then.”
Liu Wangjiang toyed the rod’s tip, gaze chilling.
Lu Qingqi squeezed eyes—bracing head-thump.
But sudden brow-cool—eyes flying open: the rod pressed steady at her forehead.
Next breath, Liu Wangjiang thumbed the red button atop.
Fine currents zapped her frame.
At first, no clue—just pins-and-needles from brow to limbs, like countless feathers tickling marrow.
But next—legs buckled.
She slumped to chill floor, drool spilling uncontrolled—dribbling chin to fabric, blooming damp.
The current didn’t hurt.
But itch to the core—leaving her limp, finger-lift impossible.
Liu Wangjiang loomed, rod still at her brow—voice flat.
“Call me Master.”