Chapter 102: The Tail Has Its Own Mind

Chapter 102: The Tail Has a Mind of Its Own

He let his cat ears show.

Meng Shu was pleasantly surprised. Seeing the pair of cat ears trembling slightly, he couldn't help but reach out and touch them. The texture was delicate and smooth, fluffy like a light blanket.

As soon as he touched him, Ling Qingjue shuddered.

Meng Shu realized he had overstepped and fumbled, "Sorry! I..."

Ling Qingjue still held him, not lifting his head, and mumbled, "...Do whatever you want."

Meng Shu was about to laugh when he suddenly noticed a big tail behind Ling Qingjue wagging happily, unable to hide its excitement.

Oh crap, he's actually enjoying this.

Ling Qingjue realized a beat too late the tail had exposed his true thoughts. He abruptly pressed down on his tail and said stiffly, "It's been ages since I let it out; it's not listening to me."

"..."

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

Ling Qingjue continued to make excuses, his eyes darting around. "I haven't used my tail for many years; I've forgotten how to control it."

Fine, I'm an idiot. Meng Shu convinced himself not to call him out. Still with a gentle smile, he asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Awkwardly, Ling Qingjue said, "How would I know?"

The moment he let go, the tail eagerly coiled around Meng Shu's wrist, wrapping around it once.

"...Your tail seems to have a mind of its own," Meng Shu said tactfully, raising his wrist. But the tail didn't let go; it just wound tighter.

Ling Qingjue pulled the tail back again, feeling totally agitated.

How can this tail be so pathetic!

Meng Shu didn't have a clue what this affection point script wanted from him. Were they just supposed to stare at each other like this?

The room's lighting was very dim, and the warm tones made Ling Qingjue's cold brows and eyes softer. His gaze drifted to the side as he muttered, "Just touch me already."

He still had to hold down his tail; once he let go, the tail would shamelessly cling to the guy.

Sometimes Ling Qingjue would fight with his own tail; his tail indeed had its own will.

What Ling Qingjue thought about doing, the tail would do directly, basically doing whatever it felt like.

But Ling Qingjue himself was unhappy; he felt the tail wasn't reserved at all, not fitting his image as the Demon King Cat Head.

For this reason, he didn't like transforming into his original form; every time he did, he'd end up fighting with his tail for three hundred rounds.

"Touch?" Meng Shu had no idea where to even touch. He had never petted a humanoid cat before; this was way too weird!

Ling Qingjue coughed dryly. "Touch me the same way you touch a cat."

Meng Shu's petting style was super rough. If he did that to Ling Qingjue, he'd make him pay for it.

He asked, "Is this an affection point quest?"

Of course not.

The affection point storyline only showed him his true form; asking to be touched was Ling Qingjue's own idea.

Now he was in heat, and there was no other means of relief.

Ling Qingjue went along with his words, without batting an eye. "Duh, do you think I want you to touch me?"

He still held his tail tightly, his fingers clenching, almost snapping it off.

This tail was still trying hard to wrap around Meng Shu.

Meng Shu smiled. "I knew it. There's no way you'd want me to touch you. It's just the affection point plot after all."

Ling Qingjue said through gritted teeth, "Of course. I don't want you to touch me at all."

The tail was getting out of control.

It hurts so much.

But the tail wouldn't obey.

Meng Shu moved a little closer to Ling Qingjue. Seeing him pinching his tail with veins popping on the back of his hand, he asked, "Why are you squeezing yourself so hard?"

Ling Qingjue remained expressionless. "I haven't let it out for ages; I'm just giving it a massage."

"Really? Tails need massages too?" Meng Shu wasn't a cat, so he was totally taken in. "What happens if you don't massage it?"

Ling Qingjue continued to be stubborn. "It'll start wiggling."

"Oh, so that's why it was all over me just now," Meng Shu played along.

"...Yeah, that's it."

Meng Shu tentatively reached out. How did he usually pet cats? First touch the head, then the ears, scratch the chin...

He started by touching Ling Qingjue's hair. The other tensed up, hugging his tail, his earlobes so red they looked like they'd bleed.

When he touched the cat ears, Ling Qingjue flinched noticeably. The cat ears flattened, then quickly perked up again.

Meng Shu gave the cat ears a gentle squeeze, then let his fingers slide down to his cheek, rubbing his side with his fingertips. "It feels weird to touch you like this."

Ling Qingjue got angry again. "What's wrong with me? Do you have to touch that damn fox to be happy?"

His fur was the brightest, softest, and smoothest in the cat clan, yet Meng Shu found him strange!

Is that damn fox even nice to touch?

Meng Shu quickly explained, "It's not dissatisfaction, but because you... you have a human appearance. Wouldn't it be strange for me to touch you like this? Don't you hate it?"

Of course not.

He was in heat and had to resort to this to get close; he'd be happy if Meng Shu touched him all day long.

But Ling Qingjue had to maintain his cat persona. No matter how much he liked it, he couldn't admit it, so he made up an excuse, his voice all embarrassed: "I'm just doing this for the plot."

Meng Shu's fingertip gently brushed across his cheek, his expression tender. "This feels like I'm taking advantage of you."

"It kind of is." Ling Qingjue enjoyed his touch; his cheek instinctively nuzzled into Meng Shu's palm.

What he said and what he did never matched.

Meng Shu let out a quiet laugh, not calling him out, and his fingers fell on the other's earlobe again. "It's so hot."

"...Because it's the mating season, so my body temperature rises."

It's definitely not because of blushing.

Meng Shu didn't know how to touch him. He just ran his fingers over Ling Qingjue's cheek, casually stroking behind his ear, and then teased him by touching his chin like petting a cat.

Ling Qingjue's breathing became more rapid, reason wrestled with desire, veins bulging on the back of his hand as he endured nearly to the point of throbbing.

Finally, when Meng Shu touched his cheek again, he turned his head and pressed the tip of his nose against Meng Shu's palm.

At the same time, he freed his right hand, covering Meng Shu's hand with his palm, and his moist lips brushed over Meng Shu's palm, leaving a languid kiss.

His gaze became extremely possessive, and he kept rubbing his face against Meng Shu's hand, occasionally dropping a kiss.

Meng Shu's face flushed and heart raced; he felt both his palm and the back of his hand burning hot as a steady stream of kisses fell, laden with desire, unabashed.

He only then felt embarrassed; they were squeezed too close together, and he had no room to dodge.

A grip tightened around his waist, and Meng Shu fell into Ling Qingjue's embrace unexpectedly. Flustered and embarrassed, he said, "I..."

He couldn't break free.

Because Ling Qingjue's tail was wrapped around his waist, forming an unbreakable hold.

That sleek, shiny tail couldn't hide its excitement; like a constricting vine, it drew him closer by the waist.

He could only straddle the other, letting the kisses slowly claim him, finally landing on his neck.