Chapter 61: Tail insertion

Though Lin Xiaoxiao couldn’t quite grasp why she felt this way, a stifling unease gnawed at her.

She swatted his hand away, muttering sullenly, “No makeup!”

Zhou Ting paused, noticing her mood shift but unsure why.

Setting down the eyebrow pencil, he said, “Fine, you’re good as is.”

This little vixen was already captivating—no need for extra embellishment…

Yet, with the touch of powder and lipstick, her youthful face had transformed overnight, like an unripe peach ripening into sweet, rosy temptation.

Unable to resist, Zhou Ting leaned in, claiming her vibrant red lips with a heated kiss.

Faced with his burning intensity, she couldn’t refuse, her cat-paw-clad hands making half-hearted, teasing struggles.

Her heart swirled with complexity. Was he kissing her, or the ghost of his late wife?

After a long moment, he set her down.

Dizzy, she could barely stand, collapsing onto the floor.

Her thin clothes barely covered her, eyes misty with allure, cat ears perched seductively, and black stockings accentuating her enticing legs.

Pleased with his creation, Zhou Ting only regretted one thing—no tail.

He stood, saying, “Little one, time for the tail. Excited?”

Her body trembled at his teasing tone, and she grabbed his pant leg with her cat paws. “No, I don’t want the tail! Please, no tail!”

That tail’s attachment method screamed trouble—she wanted no part of it!

Seeing her resistance, he gently ruffled her fluffy head, whispering, “A kitten without a tail? Ever seen one?”

She froze, unable to argue, watching him leave for the living room to fetch it.

Panic surged. She couldn’t just give in! No tail!

Scrambling up, she scanned the small bedroom, eyes landing on the wardrobe. She squeezed her petite frame inside.

When Zhou Ting returned, the catgirl was gone.

“Ha, playing hide-and-seek at your age? Fine, I’ll play,” he said, scanning the room. There were only so many hiding spots.

He searched leisurely, unhurried.

Curled up in the wardrobe, Lin Xiaoxiao held her breath.

She knew she’d be found—early or late, it was inevitable. But delaying it was better.

His footsteps grew closer, each one pounding in her chest.

Thump, thump, thump!

She couldn’t tell if it was his steps or her heartbeat.

Then, the footsteps stopped.

Her heart leapt to her throat, but after a long pause, no sound came.

Puzzled, she hadn’t relaxed when the wardrobe door flew open, light flooding in.

Her curled-up form was fully exposed to the big bad wolf’s gaze!

Chuckling, he said, “Found you, little kitten…”

Seeing the tail in his hand, her face paled, and she struggled fiercely. “No, stay away! I don’t want the tail!”

Her strength might overwhelm others, but to Zhou Ting’s monstrous power, it was nothing. She was easily subdued.

Soon, her wrists bound by his belt, she was forced to lie across his lap, her face burning with embarrassment.

“Let me go… Zhou Ting, you jerk!”

Sighing at her defiance, he delivered a sharp spank to her pert backside.

“Mmph…” A sultry whimper escaped her lips, part pain, part something else.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued, as if discovering new territory. “Call me Master, little one.”

She froze, her lips parting as if to comply, but her words turned defiant, tinged with a sob. “You hit me… I won’t…”

He smirked. “Oh? Because I hit you?”

“Or maybe I haven’t hit enough. You like it, don’t you?”

Another spank landed, drawing another ambiguous cry.

His words struck her, freezing her. Like being hit?

Impossible. Who’d enjoy that?

She denied it frantically, but the more she did, the less convinced she felt…

What was wrong with her?

Seeing her stunned silence, Zhou Ting grew more certain, thrilled at the prospect of future fun.

Spotting the tail nearby, he saw his chance.

Grabbing the lubricant, he prepared everything before she could react.

When she realized his next move, it was too late. Her eyes widened, trying to stop him. “No, don’t… mmph…”

But she was too slow. The fluffy tail was attached, merging with her trembling body, looking strikingly lifelike.

Her eyes dulled, her struggles fading, lying quietly like a real kitten.

Holding her close, aware of her vulnerability, he comforted, “There, there, little one. It’s okay. Look how pretty the tail is, right?”