Chapter 65: What Kind of Punishment Do You Want?

Returning to the room, Phyllis closed the door and habitually called up the system panel to take a look.

[System Panel]

Name: Phyllis

Race: Catkin

Attributes: Strength 25; Defense 20; Agility 52; Intelligence 20; Luck 8; Charm 30

Status: Healthy

Talents: Cat’s Agility (Advanced), Night Vision (Advanced), Keen Smell (Intermediate)

Skills: Claw Strike (Expert), Stealth (Expert), Combat Skills (Proficient), Meditation (Proficient), Hiss (Proficient)

Special: Master-Servant Contract of the Blood Tribe; Protection of the Cat God; Carola’s Gift

The Hiss skill was obtained by Phyllis when she meditated and communicated with the Cat God.

Effect: Hissing at the opponent has a chance to cause an intimidation effect, but failure also easily angers the opponent.

In short, it’s a rather useless skill.

Phyllis was quite optimistic about it, after all, an extra skill.

Maybe when the proficiency level increases a bit, it will have a good effect?

Phyllis finished washing up, lay on the bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Moonlight leaked through the gap in the curtain, drawing a thin white line on the floor.

She turned her head and looked at the mirror magic tool by the bedside.

The bat decoration on top was quietly lying on it, wings folded, looking like it was still sleeping.

Phyllis stared at it for a long time.

“Carola.”

Phyllis said softly. No response. She didn’t dare to speak loudly.

After all, Iona’s room was right next door.

If Iona heard…

Phyllis had to sit up and reach out to poke the bat decoration’s furry little body.

The invisible barrier expanded again.

The shape of the bat decoration began to change.

White long hair flowed down like moonlight, skin glowing faintly in the darkness, red eyes quietly gazing at Phyllis.

Carola appeared!

“What’s wrong? My little kitten?”

Carola sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Phyllis into her arms.

“Today, Lord Cat God told me that tearing a piece of soul, even if it’s small and doesn’t have a big effect, still hurts a lot.”

Phyllis looked at Carola angrily, wanting her to give an explanation.

“You found out.”

Carola’s voice was as calm as if she were talking about the nice weather today.

“Do you know how excessive that is, meow? Even if you are…”

Phyllis crossed her arms in Carola’s embrace, trying hard to put on an accusatory expression.

Unfortunately, this only made her cuter.

“It hurts for a moment, then it passes.”

Carola said.

“If you had told me earlier, I could at least… at least…”

Phyllis became agitated.

“Could do what?”

Carola pressed her finger against Phyllis’s lips.

Phyllis was also stuck.

Thinking carefully, it seemed she really couldn’t do anything.

Blow on it for Carola?

Rub it?

Or like Carola did to her, hold her in her arms and say ‘Doesn’t hurt, doesn’t hurt’?

Or…

Phyllis’s face suddenly felt a bit hot.

‘What am I thinking!’

Carola looked at the kitten’s ears in her arms as they turned from white to pink, and then from pink to an even redder color, feeling a bit puzzled.

She hadn’t really teased Phyllis much just now, had she?

Carola leaned slightly closer to Phyllis.

Phyllis saw those red eyes right in front of her.

But this time Phyllis was not to be outdone, and she tried her best to open her eyes wide and stare at Carola.

“Do you want more today?”

“No need, no need!”

Phyllis quickly waved her hand to refuse.

“I think so too,” Carola tapped Phyllis’s little face with her finger, “The second meditation is clearly much better than last time. What did you and the Cat God talk about today?”

“He said our story is quite interesting.”

Phyllis’s tone was a bit excited.

“Our story?”

“It’s… it’s about you and me,” Phyllis said a bit shyly, “I told Him everything from when we met until now.”

Carola didn’t speak.

Phyllis looked up at her and found Carola’s red eyes quietly staring at her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Carola averted her gaze, “I just didn’t expect you to tell others about my matters.”

“Lord Cat God isn’t someone else… is he?”

Phyllis said halfway, then suddenly realized something.

“So, have you decided what punishment you want to accept?”

Carola leaned in, greedily sniffing at Phyllis’s neck.

“Huh? Punishment?”

Phyllis’s mind went a bit blank.

“Punishment or something…”

Phyllis’s voice trembled a little, “I-I haven’t done anything wrong, meow!”

“Didn’t do anything wrong?”

Carola’s voice sounded in Phyllis’s ear with amusement,

“You told someone else about us, isn’t that a mistake?”

“Lord Cat God isn’t someone else…”

Phyllis tried to retort.

“Then who is he?”

Carola pressed.

Phyllis was stumped.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say ‘He’s a deity,’ but the words stuck in her throat and couldn’t come out.

Seems like, probably, maybe, more or less he is someone else?

“It’s…”

Phyllis’s ears twitched, “It’s…”

She was searching for a reason.

Carola waited for Phyllis’s answer.

“It’s… it’s an elder, meow!”

Phyllis thought for a long time and finally forced out a word.

“Elder?”

Carola laughed out loud.

“It’s just, just that kind of…”

Phyllis wanted to continue retorting, but after a moment of thought she gave up, “…Fine, it is someone else.”

Carola laughed even more happily.

“So,” Carola gently flicked Phyllis’s cat ears with her finger, “You choose a punishment yourself!”

After all, having been together for so long, how could Phyllis not know what kind of punishments Carola was referring to?

For example, spanking, tickling, full body bloodsucking, and…

Phyllis felt dizzy from Carola rubbing her ears, and her mind was in a mess.

Carola’s fingers seemed to have some magic, making her thinking slower and slower.

Phyllis felt like there was some inspiration about to pop out of her mind.

‘What is it exactly? A way to avoid punishment…’

“Then…” Phyllis struggled to speak, “About the punishment…”

“Hmm? Decided?”

Carola became interested, wanting to know what kind of punishment Phyllis would choose.

Full body bloodsucking or spanking…

Or tickling?

Come to think of it, it seemed like she hadn’t tied Phyllis up and used a feather to tickle her paw pads in a long time.

The paw pads of the catkin were not usually so sensitive, but there was an interesting thing.

The paw pads weren’t without sensation, it’s just that usually they couldn’t feel anything at all.

In other words, the catkin’s paw pads had a threshold for anti-sensitivity.

Carola had experimented; when a certain force was reached.

The paw pads would feel it, and then become sensitive.

At that time, Phyllis’s reaction would be particularly intense.

Far more intense than other parts of the body.

Just a few rounds. Phyllis would surrender and beg for mercy repeatedly.

“Can we change the method, meow?”

Phyllis blinked her blue eyes, trying to use her cuteness to dodge the calamity.

Carola’s hand rubbing the cat ears paused for a moment.

“What method do you want to change to?”

Carola’s tone was calm.

But Phyllis felt that Carola was like a volcano about to erupt.

On the surface, there was nothing, but inside, some hot magma was brewing.

Ready to erupt at any moment.

Phyllis quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stated the solution she had thought of.

“For example…”