699: Acting Spoiled

Acting Spoiled

As soon as he realized that he had dozed off a bit, Zeke abruptly jolted back to his senses and used his short paw to slap himself awake! What was he doing, enjoying the assassin's touches on his bare – even though he was furry, but technically he was still naked – body?! Moreover, if he were to fall asleep now, then he would return to his original body. By then, the kitten would stop breathing again and cause him another trouble! No, he should not fall asleep!2

Zeke shook his little head side to side to sober himself up. When he felt like it was not quite working, he slapped himself a few more times.

The assassin: "..." 

He was so stunned by the series of movements executed by the kitten that all his previous melancholic thoughts dispersed as swiftly as mist evaporating under the midday sun. At the same time, the lingering gloom in his heart slightly elevated and faint amusement seeped in. Just what was this demonic cat up to again?

Zeke, who was utterly oblivious that the other side had duped him as a demonic cat, raised his head and meowed in dissatisfaction when the gentle strokes on his body stopped. Aren't you very powerful? How can your hand get tired so fast?! 

He did not feel like anything was wrong with asking for more touches and pats. After all, he was in a kitten's body now. And as a professional undercover agent, it was only right for him to behave like one!

The dissatisfaction radiating from the kitten's body was so vivid that the assassin could not ignore it even if he wanted to. Helpless, he could only comply and stroke the kitten's soft and tender fur, again and again, and the action was strangely therapeutic. He could feel his nerves calming down in a way that sleeping pills could not achieve. 

As the man's movement became more and more smooth and skillful, Zeke was fighting to keep his eyelids open. This was such a great dilemma. On one side, he could not afford to fall asleep, but on the other side, he enjoyed this person's warm caresses a bit too much to the point where he did not want it to stop. Unknowingly, his eyes turned half-lidded in laziness and a loud purr emerged from his throat, indicating how pleasant and comfortable he felt right now. 

Zeke had no idea how long they remained in this position. Outside, the blizzard had subsided considerably, albeit the snow was still falling down hard. It was difficult to judge the approximate time from the darkening sky, but Zeke was certain that it should be close to bedtime now.

He raised his head and called out sleepily, "Miw…?" Aren't you going to sleep?

The assassin glanced down at him, blinked, then he tentatively reached out his index finger to… fiddle with the kitten's long whiskers. Zeke twitched his face, but he did not avoid the man's touch. He was only curious on what this stupid assassin wished to attempt. 

His slit golden eyes landed on the man's long and slender fingers. This was the finger that had pulled off the trigger of the gun, the hand which had killed God knows how many people before. But right now, Zeke only thought that… they were the most beautiful fingers he had ever seen. Each knuckle was well-defined, bony and oddly graceful. They exuded a hint of explosive strength, yet at the same time, they were also capable of treating a stray kitten with such tenderness…

Just as he was lost in thought, he felt the assassin trail the tip of his fingers from Zeke's forehead down to the tip of his nose. And then, he exerted a little strength to boop the kitten's wet and pink nose.

Zeke: "..." Alright, because your fingers are beautiful, I won't seek trouble with you for now. 

Seeing that Zeke did not get mad whatsoever, the assassin became more and more unbridled. The callouses on the tip of his fingers were thick and rough and when it landed on Zeke's face, he felt so ticklish it was getting more and more unbearable. When the finger continued its exploration southward, Zeke abruptly opened his mouth wide and chomped down on it! 

Alas, the kitten's teeth had not even fully grown out yet. Even though Zeke wanted to teach this person a lesson, he could not draw blood no matter how hard he grinded his gums on it. Instead, it looked more like… he was playfully sucking on the finger.

Zeke's face darkened when he felt the body underneath him trembled faintly. He whipped his head up but saw nary an expression on the assassin's face. Yet he was certain, this stupid assassin was laughing at him!

I am not acting spoiled with you, okay?! Don't get yourself carried away!

This time, perhaps guessing that the kitten would soon explode in anger again, the assassin swiftly used another finger to scratch Zeke below his chin. And a split second later, all of the thoughts in Zeke's head vanished with a poof. His whole body melted akin to a block of butter on a heated pan as he stretched his neck further for the assassin, eyes narrowing in pleasure. Oh God, yes… this feels so good… why does it feel so good? 

His long tail swished back and forth behind his butt, its pace getting faster and faster. And when the assassin saw it, a hint of smile flashed across his otherwise hollow silver eyes. 

Zeke could not resist the temptation of the assassin's skillful ministration anymore and his eyelids fluttered shut.

When his consciousness floated to the surface again, what welcomed his sight was Dr. Feng who was working on something with his terminal. Seeing that he was awake, an extremely complicated emotion flashed through his eyes. "...Welcome back, Your Highness."

Zeke was stunned. He was… asleep? In the end, after painstakingly fighting against the wave of drowsiness, he fell asleep again?! Then what about the assassin?! When Zeke imagined how his kitten body would go slack and limp and lifeless in the man's hands, an inexplicable burst of panic and dread surged forth his chest. He had no idea where this pressing urgency came from, but all he wanted to do now was to slap himself unconscious so he could go back to the man's side. Hurry… he had to return there before the assassin detected something wrong!

Just as Zeke opened his mouth to demand the head administrator to start the simulator again, a hologram screen was dragged in front of him. "This…" Dr. Feng's voice was full of apprehension as he asked, "Do you happen to know anything about this?"

All the words he had been ready to say were lodged on his throat when his gaze landed on the bold and large title on the hologram screen. It was a piece of headline news, and by now, it had already been viewed by more than a million citizens online. Because the snowstorm had calmed down, the signal was no longer blocked and people finally discovered something amiss in the Imperial Palace.

[Breaking news! Royal assassination occurred during the night of a blizzard: terrorist attack or secret conspiracy?!]

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