Chapter 886

"H-here you go... Natsume-brother."

"Mm, thank you." Chikage Natsume thanked her gently.

Then, he hugged Shiro, who couldn't wait and was twisting in his arms, and sat cross-legged on the floor mat in front of the low table.

A slightly "evil" thought formed in his heart.

He planned to feed Shiro this "cat grass" that made cats lose their souls for several consecutive days to establish a conditioned reflex.

Then, suddenly stop the supply.

At that time, would this proud little cat become extra clingy because of "withdrawal symptoms," meowing and begging around him?

Finally, under the "temptation" of catnip, completely surrender and willingly recognize him as its master?

Thinking of this, Chikage Natsume couldn't suppress the arc of his mouth slightly rising.

And Reisa Kaga, who was standing quietly on the side, just happened to capture the fleeting, slightly "S-leaning" pleasant smile on Chikage Natsume's side face.

For some reason, her thoughts suddenly drifted to some strange directions, and some blushing scenes flashed in her brain.

"Swish," her face, which was already as fair as porcelain and easy to be shy, instantly became like a ripe apple, the blush spreading to her ear roots.

She lowered her head extremely shyly, her slender neck stained pink, almost burying her hot cheeks into her full chest.

At this moment.

Chikage Natsume had already torn open the small package of catnip and poured a small amount of emerald green crushed leaves onto the smooth tabletop.

Subsequently, he gently placed Shiro, who had been impatient and restless in his arms, to the edge of the table.

Shiro's eyes widened instantly.

Its small, moist nose twitched rapidly a few times, accurately capturing the tempting scent in the air that it could not resist.

It stretched out its pink little tongue and licked the green particles on the tabletop tentatively, and then, as if hit by an invisible electric current, the whole cat froze for a moment.

Immediately after, it seemed to completely abandon the shelf of "high-cold cat master," burying its whole cat face into the pile of catnip, rubbing constantly, and even sniffing deeply and greedily.

Within a few seconds, the effect came like a tide.

Shiro began to become "soul-lost," its eyes blurred, and its body lay sideways on the tabletop softly.

It used its cheeks, forehead, neck, and even its whole side to rub against the catnip crumbs repeatedly in an extremely abstract and funny way, its throat making a "purr" sound of extreme satisfaction, and its four legs occasionally making empty movements similar to kneading milk in the air, as if immersed in a blissful illusion.

At this moment.

Ruri Natsume and Aoi Fujiwara, who were originally head-to-head and seriously discussing manga storyboards and lines on the side, were also attracted by Shiro's sudden "improper" performance.

The two paused their discussion, focused their gazes over, and then couldn't help but laugh.

"Pfft... Shiro really likes catnip super much!" Ruri Natsume pointed at Shiro's drunken appearance, laughing until her eyes curved into crescent moons.

"Wow... it's really rare to see Shiro so... so 'unrestrained'!" Aoi Fujiwara also covered her mouth, her laughter crisp, "It feels like all its usual idol baggage has fallen off!"

However, the amount of catnip Chikage Natsume poured was controlled extremely precisely, only a shallow little pinch.

Shiro rubbed passionately for a while, and soon consumed that little "source of happiness."

It raised its head blankly, with intoxication still remaining in its eyes, but more of it was a desire that was not yet satisfied.

It jumped off the table lightly, trotted back to Chikage Natsume in a few steps, and began to rub against his calves and the back of his hands more enthusiastically and persistently with its head, cheeks, and even its whole body.

"Meow~ Meow-woo~~" The soft, glutinous meow dragged out the tail sound, full of clear pleading meaning.

Chikage Natsume smiled, stretched out his fingers to scratch Shiro's chin, but did not take out catnip again as it wished.

Instead, he took out a prepared cat strip from the bag, tore open the package, and handed it to Shiro's mouth.

After all, Shiro's "fixed snack" every night—cat strips, were basically fed by him.

Shiro leaned close to the cat strip to sniff it, then looked up at Chikage Natsume's other empty hand, a hint of confusion and dissatisfaction flashing in its emerald cat eyes.

"Meow! Meow-ow!" It gently pulled Chikage Natsume's wrist with its claws, as if protesting: Not this one! I want that green, fragrant thing from just now!

But Chikage Natsume remained unmoved, just handed the cat strip forward again, the smile on his face gentle but carrying an indisputable persistence:

"If you don't eat this, there won't be 'that kind' of reward tonight."

His voice was not high, carrying a tone of coaxing and slightly teasing.

The little white cat sat squatting in front of him stubbornly at first, turning its face away, with a proud appearance of "not bowing for five pecks of rice," firmly refusing to look at that "mediocre" cat strip.

But after a stalemate of more than ten seconds, it found that Chikage Natsume really had no sign of taking out catnip at all.

Finally, the instinctive desire for delicious food, perhaps mixed with a trace of cat wisdom of "those who know the times are heroes," made it compromise.

It leaned over reluctantly and slowly, and began to lick the cat strip in small bites, a subtle "smack" sound coming from its throat.

Chikage Natsume was very satisfied on the side, gently rubbing Shiro's head and back with his free hand, feeling the soft and warm touch from his fingertips, and the slight vibration of the cat's body when eating.

And at this time.

Not only was Reisa Kaga on the side becoming more shy the more she looked, not knowing where to put her gaze.

Even Ruri Natsume and Aoi Fujiwara, who were originally watching the fun with a smile, heard Chikage Natsume's dialogue with a sense of inducement and reward, and then looked at the scene of the "master" "taming" the "proud pet" with snacks...

Both of them couldn't help but associate it with some... strange pictures with a subtle sense of domination and submission.

Their faces also slowly and synchronously blushed, and their eyes began to drift.

The interest in discussing manga, which was originally enthusiastic, also slowly fell silent.

In the living room, for a time, only the canned laughter from the variety show on the TV and the exaggerated tone of the host remained, serving as background sound.

And, Chikage Natsume's continuous, soft-toned but inexplicably magnetic, teasing words to the little cat.

And among them, Reisa Kaga, who was the most delicate and introverted in emotion, even ghost-like, used her slightly trembling fingers to quietly take out the mobile phone in her pocket, and under the cover of her body, quickly pressed the recording button...

"Yes, that's it, eat slowly."

"You ate it all."

"Mm, you're very obedient and great today."

"Come, this is your reward."

Chikage Natsume's original voice was clear and pleasant, and now that he lowered his volume, it added a few more gentle textures.

Plus these lines full of guidance and reward nature...

It can be said that at this moment, his voice was like the highest quality hypnotic ASMR to the three girls present, acting directly on their sensitive eardrums and restless heartstrings.

When the three girls heard it, they all felt their heartbeats accelerating uncontrollably, and their ear roots were slightly hot.

They, who were originally sitting casually in a duck-sit or cross-legged position, seemed to have received some invisible instruction at this moment, and all of them adjusted their sitting posture quietly and simultaneously, pulling their joined legs tighter.

Not long after.

The cat strip was licked clean.

Chikage Natsume looked helplessly at the little white cat in his arms that was licking its paws with satisfaction but still hadn't popped up the "recognition" prompt, and thought to himself.

Sure enough, without the special equipment effect like 'Oden Immortal's Damaged Ladle' that could increase the flavor of food, relying only on ordinary cat strips and catnip, the temptation was still a bit lacking in "decisive" taste.

Subsequently, he turned his gaze to the three girls who were unusually quiet on the side.

Intending to see how their discussion on the manga plot was going.

But his gaze had just swept over—

As if three radars that received the same signal, the three girls almost simultaneously, with a small amplitude, quickly shifted their gazes away.

Ruri Natsume pretended to lower her head to organize the manga.

Aoi Fujiwara suddenly cast her gaze toward the TV screen, as if she had suddenly developed a strong interest in the variety show.

Reisa Kaga buried her face even lower, revealing only a small, red-through hair whorl.

Chikage Natsume was stunned, and asked with some confusion:

"Mm? Why are you all not talking? Have you already discussed the plot for the next part?"

Aoi Fujiwara seemed to be awakened, hurriedly laughed, trying to cover up her guilty conscience with vitality:

"Ha, haha... m-more or less! Some key places have already been sorted out!"

Reisa Kaga was still in a state of high shyness, her throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and she couldn't say a word, just envying the little white cat that was just coaxed and fed by Natsume-brother in her heart.

Ruri Natsume took a deep breath, tried to suppress the heat on her face, stood up, walked over, and hugged Shiro, who was still a bit dizzy and soft after sucking catnip, into her arms.

She cleared her throat, trying to use the "authority" of a younger sister to cover up her shyness, put her hands on her hips, and pouted at Chikage Natsume to "complain":

"Brother! You've played with the cat for long enough!"

"Hurry up and take a bath! Ruri has already filled the bathtub with water!"

Chikage Natsume looked at his younger sister's slightly red but pretending-to-be-serious little face, although he felt their reaction was a bit strange, he didn't think too deeply.

He simply responded: "Mm, got it."

Then he got up, took his change of clothes, and walked toward the bathroom.

Aoi Fujiwara patted her cheeks that were still a bit hot, and in order to divert her attention, and also out of real curiosity, she said:

"Ruri-chan, your new house is really much more spacious than the previous one!"

"Can I look around and take some photos and short videos by the way?"