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?

Even though Yanis and I were college classmates, we were practically strangers.

From the very first day of freshman year, Yanis stood out as the most striking and captivating figure in our class.

With his good looks and tall, athletic frame, he attracted attention wherever he went.

But he was always distant and aloof, keeping to himself and exuding a “don’t get too close” vibe.

Even when the campus’s most beautiful girl confessed her feelings to him, he simply glanced at his watch and said, “You’ve been talking for three minutes now. Can you move? You’re blocking the way.”

I remember one day that year when I was being bullied, as usual.

They trapped me in the girls’ bathroom, pouring a bucket of dirty water over my head while laughing cruelly.

The icy water cascaded down like a waterfall, drenching me and leaving me a sodden mess. The dirty water pooled around my feet, reflecting my face like a grim mirror.

Their mocking voices rang out, “Stella, look at yourself. You’re such an ugly mess.”

“Even your parents must hate seeing that face.”

Their laughter pierced through the bathroom, sharp and cruel, like a thousand knives stabbing straight into my heart.

With every ounce of strength I had, I pushed past them and ran out of the bathroom.

As soon as I turned the corner, I saw Yanis standing at the top of the stairs.

His face was as expressionless as ever, watching the whole scene unfold with an air of detachment as if nothing in the world concerned him.

But now, I watched as Yanis held the doll, his thumb gently tracing the stitched name “Stella.”

He let out a soft sigh and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

In that moment, his expression and gaze made it clear that the name “Stella” held a special significance for him.

Later that afternoon, Yanis laid out a yoga mat and got ready to work out.

I had been snoozing on the sofa, but the moment I heard him moving, I sprang up and dashed over, eager to watch my “model” up close.

Yanis chuckled and patted my head. “You little perv.”

He then assumed a plank position on the mat. I nestled beside him, unable to keep my eyes off his arms.

My intense focus made Yanis laugh again.

He pulled back, half-kneeling on the mat, and gently flipped me onto my back, facing him.

I stared up at him in surprise.

Even as a cat, I found it hard to handle his gaze like this!

Yanis smiled down at me and said, “My little kitten, you’re so adorable.”

He placed his hands gently on either side of my belly and tilted his head slightly. “Give me a kiss, little kitten.”

As he spoke, Yanis closed his eyes and leaned in toward my cat face.

I felt his warm breath on my cheek, making my fur flutter like gentle waves.

In the next moment, my cat body suddenly expanded, my arms and legs stretched out, and I transformed back into my human self.