“No… don’t go!”
It felt as though I had fallen from a tall building—my heart thudded violently in my chest, far too exaggerated, followed by a flurry of rapid, overlapping beats.
When I opened my eyes, what I saw before me was a hazy barrier, iron-gray in color, like the faint light of dawn before the sun has risen.
Was it a dream?
It must have been a dream.
Though I wasn’t fully awake yet, and my eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the brightness, I kept blinking, carefully scanning my room.
Blue-and-pink curtains… tightly drawn, with only a sliver of light slipping through. On the wide double bed, there was only me—just like in the dream—completely alone.
The bedside table held none of the many photos of Gu Fan and me, no wedding portraits either. All of this confirmed that what I just experienced had only been a dream.
Gu Fan hadn’t cheated on me… No, to be precise, I hadn’t even married him yet.
It was just a nightmare, after all. There was no need to dwell on what that “other woman” looked like in the dream, nor the things she and Gu Fan did in our home.
That was nothing more than my anxieties taking form. Yes, yes, that’s all it was.
“Pssp……”
I rubbed my cat ears in frustration, and the faint electric-like sensation that ran through my body gave me a bit of spirit back. My vision slowly returned to normal.
Adjusting my sitting posture, I freed my trembling cat tail that had been trapped under me.
While soothing its emotions with one hand, my other hand fumbled for the phone by the pillow.
Beep~
Almost six o’clock already… yet it feels as if I’ve gone through more than ten long years.
For no reason at all, such a thought crossed my mind. I shook my head, and my soft cat ears swayed along with the motion, tossing away that unrealistic idea.
“Mmm… it’s so hot…”
Even though the weather was only just starting to warm up, it felt as if a heavy, stifling heat had wrapped itself around my skin. The blanket was like a tiny sauna trapping me inside, making it hard to breathe.
Only then did I notice the fine beads of sweat forming all over me, dripping down from my collarbone to my stomach and even my feet.
When I touched the bedsheet, I could feel a faint dampness—sweat had already soaked into it.
Unfastening all the tight buttons of my pajamas, I sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed.
Since no one else was here, I could make myself comfortable however I pleased—and besides, I was still properly wearing underwear.
If someone were here… well, if that someone was Gu Fan, I’d still undo my pajamas anyway. As for whether it was just to cool off or to tempt him into getting more… hands-on, well…
My thoughts, like a runaway horse, galloped straight toward scenes unsuitable for children.
Startled, I quickly reined them in, fastening two of the buttons again to cover my upper body.
These were, after all, my secret weapons for conquering Gu Fan—I couldn’t just let them appear so casually.
Letting the breeze from the window drift across my body, I exhaled a long breath of stale air.
The heaviness pressing on my chest spread out like a water balloon, easing the burden of gravity.
“……”
Although I knew that what I just had was only a nightmare, the realism of it made it hard for me to tell dream from reality.
Even now, my head still feels groggy, almost like when I have a fever. But when I touched my forehead, it was only a little warm, not burning hot. Maybe my brain was just running on overload?
But still… in the dream, I was carrying Gu Fan’s child… Since becoming a girl, is this the first time I’ve dreamt about being pregnant?
Taking a moment to recall my recent dreams, I pressed my hand against my belly, and I could clearly feel that my womb was empty.
Mm, come to think of it, I haven’t seen Gu Fan for quite a few days. It should be about three days now, right?
No wonder I had a nightmare involving him. Looks like Gu Fan’s energy reserves are almost depleted—I’ll have to recharge him soon with some close physical contact.
That said, I still haven’t even had a proper kiss with Gu Fan, let alone slept together… Of course it’s normal that there’s no child.
Still, even if it was just a dream, the scenes were far too vivid.
And unlike other dreams that I forget shortly after waking, this nightmare lingers so clearly that whenever I close my eyes, I can replay every detail of Gu Fan’s cheating… Tch, what an unlucky dream.
In the dream, I seemed to catch Gu Fan walking out of a hotel side by side with some mistress, and I immediately confronted him, demanding why he was with another woman.
But Gu Fan, who was usually so eloquent, fell silent. Both the dream-version of me and the real me fear this kind of situation.
After all… someone like me, who can never say nice things and whose personality is already close to being “bad,” if even Gu Fan didn’t want to acknowledge me anymore, wouldn’t that mean I no longer had any reason to exist?
It would’ve been better, meow…
In the dream, I would’ve preferred if Gu Fan had at least said something to brush me off, or tried to excuse his behavior.
That way, the me in the dream could’ve barely managed to brainwash herself, fooling herself into not fussing so much over Gu Fan’s betrayal.
But instead, Gu Fan stayed silent—while the other woman at his side started mocking me.
If it were the real me, I’d definitely throw away my pride and argue back, or even start a fight. Yet the me in the dream just held her stomach, chose to retreat quietly, and let Gu Fan take that mistress home with him.
Thinking about it… once a child is involved, the things you have to consider change drastically. I can’t truly share the same feelings as the me in the dream, not right now—but I can at least vaguely understand her reasons.
After that, my memory of the dream blurred a lot. I can’t recall it clearly anymore.
Sitting back upright on the bed, I shook my little head. The curled cat ears on top of it wobbled with the motion. I smoothed them down with my hands, took a deep breath, and lifted the blanket.
“Nyah! So cold…”
When I first woke up, I felt hot, but the moment I left the blanket, the early-spring chill immediately sank into me.
At some point, the cat tail that had been pinned under me suddenly puffed up, uneasily thumping against the pink-and-white pillow behind me. I quickly scooped it into my arms to stop it from acting out.
That’s the worst part of being a catgirl—sometimes the tail and ears don’t listen to me at all. They just act on their own, exposing the emotions deep inside me in the most straightforward way possible.
“Bad guy.”
Muttering that, I hugged the fluffy, black tail that struggled beneath the two little cotton balls pressing it down.
The tail lifted, but only managed to raise its very tip.
Strictly speaking, the cat tail was just causing trouble. The real bad ones were the Gu Fan in my dream and that heavily made-up woman.
Now that I recall the dream’s details, I can still faintly see Gu Fan throwing me onto the bed, saying things like:
“Staying at home all the time is making you rusty.”
“A woman like you, with no energy, really doesn’t make me feel any excitement.”
“I already gave you my youth, and yet you’re still insatiable?”
Weird, cutting words.
Then, right in front of me, he wrapped his arms around the waist of that tall woman I didn’t know, and went into the side room we had set aside for the baby.
It was only then, in that dream, that I woke up to reality, grabbed a kitchen knife from the kitchen, and rushed into the side room. But the memory ended there—because I woke up.
“If the dream were real, I don’t think I’d have the heart to actually hurt Gu Fan.”
Absentmindedly, I fiddled with the tip of my tail, and after roughly sorting through my thoughts about the dream, the chilly wind slipping in through the window seam urged me to stretch lazily, arching my back.
Then I tugged my bra and panties—slipped out of place—back where they belonged, and with a soft “plop,” rolled out of bed.
Ever since I transformed into a catgirl, I’ve gotten used to relying on my unique flexibility, dragging out the act of lazing in bed until the very last moment.
The slippers were positioned just right. My feet, wrapped in sheer white tights, swung over the edge of the bed and landed perfectly on the plush slippers.
“Heave-ho~ Time to get up… Gu Fan wouldn’t like a woman who loves to laze around.”
Muttering to myself, I squatted down on the floor, buttoned up my pajamas snugly, then stood up and headed for the bathroom.
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