I Became the Cat in the School Bully’s Arms

Everyone knew Yanis Cruz as the aloof heartthrob of the school.

But when my cat tail wrapped around his waist, his face turned red.

He gently stroked my tail, pulled me into his arms, and whispered in my ear, “Now it’s my turn to seduce you.”

When I woke up, I found myself in an unfamiliar bedroom.

Groggily reaching out, I discovered someone lying beside me. I yelped in surprise, but all that came out was a “Meow!”

...

I had turned into a cat!

The man beside me stirred at the sound, his voice rough as he said, “Be quiet, don’t make a fuss.”

He turned slowly, his hand resting lightly on my belly.

I tensed up immediately. Without opening his eyes, he ran his warm palm over my stomach and murmured, “Let me sleep a little longer.”

Then, he suddenly pulled me close, pressing me against his broad chest.

In the dim light of the room, I stared wide-eyed.

Wow...

His chest is huge!

I quickly got used to being a cat.

It was easy, given how wonderful it was to be Yanis’s cat.

He might be the aloof heartthrob at school, but at home, he was always shirtless, even while working out.

And that red beauty mark at the corner of his eye, combined with his physique, made him even more irresistible.

Here I was, cozy on the bed, lazily swishing my tail and watching him move around.

It felt like I had a front-row seat to a live male model show.

The next morning, Yanis came out of the bathroom and strode into the bedroom.

The sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a warm glow on him.

In that light, I could see droplets of water still clinging to his collarbone.

As he moved, the droplets slowly trickled down his chest.

Oh my gosh!

I must have earned some serious good karma to be treated to this.

Yanis noticed me staring and, with a towel in hand, chuckled. “Starry, why are you drooling?”

“Meow!”

After lunch, Yanis was standing at his desk, searching for something.

“This is odd, I definitely left it here,” he murmured.

I wanted to ask what he was looking for, but all I could manage was a string of “Meows.”

To my surprise, Yanis seemed to understand me. “A keychain, Starry. Have you seen it?”

Luckily, being a cat gave me an advantage. I could see things that were out of reach for most people.

I sniffed around and finally spotted the keychain under the bed.

With ease, I wriggled under and grabbed it in my mouth.

“That’s it!”

Yanis said, crouching down to take the keychain from me.

It had a small doll attached to it. The doll had smooth, golden hair, which looked well-cared-for, but its white dress was old and yellowed.

Yanis flipped the doll over, and I saw a name stitched onto the hem of the dress.

The stitching was uneven and looked like it had been done by hand.

I jumped onto Yanis’s lap and leaned in to get a closer look at the name.

Stella.

That’s my name.

I stared at the doll, puzzled.

Even though it had my name on it, I didn’t remember anything about it.

And since Yanis and I had no connection, how did he end up with a doll with my name?