After eating and drinking my fill, what should I do next?
Naturally, it should be lying in bed and taking a good nap.
Even better if the two of us sleep together… ahem…
The back seat of the motorcycle is slightly raised, which forces the passenger to lean forward when sitting.
Originally, it was designed for the safety of the rider behind, but right now I was using it to fully enjoy the feeling of being close to Gu Fan’s body.
My arms gently circled around his well-defined abs. I pressed the side of my face against his shoulder blades, hardened by training until they felt like iron. For some reason, a swirl of complicated emotions welled up in my chest.
Part of it was envy toward Gu Fan’s physique—like a lion’s, restrained yet brimming with explosive power. Another part was… mixed with messy, unnameable desires.
Mhm… to put it nicely, it was like admiring the pure strength and beauty of an ancient Greek male statue. To put it bluntly—it was simply that I was a bit lustful.
The motorcycle sped swiftly down the wide suburban road. The headwind scattered my hair into a wild mess, so I quietly shifted my body closer, hiding myself against Gu Fan’s back, letting this tall, straight, pine-like boy shield me from the wind.
Every time Gu Fan carried me home, I couldn’t help but sigh.
If Gu Fan had grown up normally, his body would actually be amazing. That weak, sickly figure from my memories—thin and frail—never really existed.
And I was glad he bought a motorcycle.
If it had been one of those ordinary little electric scooters, we probably wouldn’t even be able to sit steadily, let alone stick so closely together like this.
But… of course, there were still some regrets.
Lowering my eyes slightly, I glanced at the part where my chest was pressed against Gu Fan’s back.
Even though my breasts were being squashed flat like a stuffed pancake, it still wasn’t truly completely pressed against him…
Was this considered a “sweet kind of trouble”? I wasn’t sure.
I tried shifting my gaze away, not looking at that place, but my overly sensitive body still faithfully transmitted all the sensations at my chest straight into my mind, forcing me to notice them.
It left me feeling hollow inside, yearning for something deeper, stronger, more satisfying.
Vroom—vroom—
The motorcycle’s engine roared. Taking advantage of the noise, I rubbed my cheek against Gu Fan, silently wishing that the day when I could completely become one with him would come soon.
Realizing that, right after eating my fill, my thoughts had immediately strayed into these filthy, yellow-tinted fantasies, I couldn’t help but laugh at myself.
Seriously… other than perverted things, I had no real hobbies or interests. Had I really sunk so low, into such uselessness, that even I couldn’t stand myself?
The traffic around us grew heavier. Vendors lined the sidewalks, pedestrians bustled by—seemed like we had already returned to the city.
As the environment grew noisier, my wandering thoughts finally drifted back and settled down.
When Gu Fan stopped at a red light, I casually picked a topic to break the silence.
“Gu Fan, do we need to head home first and change clothes?”
Wearing school uniforms while shopping for New Year’s goods would likely earn us judgmental stares, maybe even nasty comments from some narrow-minded people. That was why I decided to ask his opinion.
For me personally, it didn’t matter much. Even if it did invite some trouble, I wasn’t the type to shy away from it.
It was only when things concerned Gu Fan that I became extra anxious.
Besides… I also slipped some of my own little thoughts into those words. I wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to dress myself up beautifully.
Gu Fan specially made time and effort to invite me, his childhood friend, to go buy New Year’s goods with him.
If I were to show up in my plain old school uniform, I’d probably dislike myself even more than any passerby would.
“Changing clothes… Zhi Nian really thought this through.”
Gu Fan’s voice paused for a moment, and even the speed of the motorcycle slowed down. It was clear he was seriously considering my suggestion.
“Then let’s do as you said. I’ll send you home first. No need to rush—girls should take their time dressing up nicely. I’ll head back, change clothes, and then come pick you up. How about that?”
“…Mm.”
Gu Fan’s arrangement was really thoughtful, perfectly considerate of a girl’s needs.
What’s more, I’ve rarely ever been cared for so attentively. It made my heart feel so sweet it was almost overflowing with honey, and my lips moved in sticky murmurs, not knowing what I should say.
“Gu Fan, you also have to dress yourself up properly, okay? I want to see a handsome Gu Fan standing at the door waiting to greet me.”
Holding my breath, I leaned even closer to Gu Fan’s ear. My cat ears curled up nervously, but luckily they blocked out the howling wind, giving me a moment of clarity.
At a time like this, I should strike while the iron is hot and voice my wishes.
Whether Gu Fan was being considerate of my girlish expectations, or whether he was already creating an atmosphere without any flaws…
Even if there were no flaws in the atmosphere he had set up, Gu Fan would still choose to grant my wish.
Of course, I knew the premise was not to make any excessive requests.
So I only asked him to wear some nice clothes when he came, at least to satisfy my eyes and heart, at least to savor what Gu Fan looked like after changing into something new… For now, I wasn’t qualified to ask for more. But I firmly believed that one day, I would be.
“Hm, looks like I should consider repainting the motorcycle, make it shine bright so I can properly pick up my cute little catgirl.”
What do you mean, “my cute little catgirl”?
My slow-reacting brain was unexpectedly struck by this simple joke. The impact left me dazed for a long while before I could recover.
Which word should I focus on? “My”? Or “cute”? Or perhaps the seemingly insignificant noun “catgirl” compared to the first two?
Catgirls… there are many in this world. Even though they are fewer in number compared to normal people, on the streets, on advertisements, or even in schools, it wasn’t unusual to occasionally run into some.
They themselves are very accepting of their catgirl traits, and normal people regard these special catgirls calmly as well. To them, whether someone has catgirl features or not is the same—it’s nothing surprising.
Mmm… this is getting closer and closer to what I suspected before. It feels as though catgirls are like a mod suddenly added to this world, blending in seamlessly without any sense of discord. No one questions it.
Well, to be precise, there is someone who does—like me?
“Vroom—”
The motorcycle roared back to life. It seemed the long, fifty-second red light had already passed.
My train of thought was abruptly interrupted, but at least it managed to pull me back from the wild tangents I had been drifting into.
Still… I couldn’t stop agonizing over Gu Fan’s words. Which word was the real key?
Did he mean to say that I was his possession?
Or was it just a simple compliment, calling me cute?
It couldn’t possibly be because I’m a catgirl, right?