Chen Ge nearly came from the sight alone, this flawless, innocent creature unraveling beneath him, her virgin body accepting him inch by agonizing inch. Gritting his teeth against the urge to spill, he seized her tiny waist, lifted her hips clear off the bed, and drove forward with one savage, unstoppable thrust.
Her long legs locked around him like steel cables, heels digging into his back, tears spilling from the corners of her tightly shut eyes.
"Ugh—…"
A deep, guttural moan of pure satisfaction tore from her throat as the scorching dragon finally speared to the hilt, filling every empty, aching inch of her virgin depths. The tingling, numbing, itching ecstasy mixed with the sharp sting of her torn hymen was too much. She gasped and moaned in rapid, melodic bursts, half protest, half surrender, her slick walls rippling wildly around the cock that now owned her completely.
"Oh… no… don't… don't use any more force… this… uh… the pleasure is just too intense… don't move… ah… it hurts…"
Her voice cracked on every word, body trembling violently, yet her legs only pulled him deeper, refusing to let him go even as she begged.
Finally buried to the hilt inside the pet shop beauty's impossibly tight, virgin cunt, Chen Ge could barely breathe. The sensation was beyond anything he had ever known: her slick, molten walls clenched around his cock like a velvet fist, rippling and sucking with every tiny movement, as though her body had been designed solely to milk him dry. A low, animal groan tore from his throat. He dropped his head to her chest and latched onto one perfect, snow-white breast, sucking the stiff nipple deep into his mouth, biting and lashing it with his tongue while his hips kept up a slow, relentless rhythm. Hot breath fanning across her sweat-slicked skin, he growled against her ear in the filthiest voice he could muster:
"Good little sister… just a few more thrusts and you'll forget the pain completely. You'll only know how fucking good it feels to have a man split you open. This… this is a woman's real happiness, better than all the money or fame in the world. And remember, baby, I'm your first. The only man who will ever own this sweet, tight pussy. Your little hole belongs to my cock and my cock alone."
Zhao Wen's face burned crimson with mortification, but the words sank into her like molten sugar. The sharp sting of her torn hymen still throbbed, yet beneath it a new, treacherous heat was blooming, an itch that started deep in her core and spread outward in dizzying waves. Her tender nipples, still wet from his mouth, tightened again into aching peaks. The narrow walls of her freshly deflowered cunt fluttered and squeezed around the invading shaft, shy little contractions that made Chen Ge hiss with pleasure.
A wicked, triumphant grin split his face. Without warning he dragged his cock almost all the way out, leaving only the fat crown nestled inside her entrance. Zhao Wen's breath hitched on a broken cry; it felt as if her soul had been yanked out with it. A thick mixture of bright virgin blood and creamy arousal oozed from her stretched, trembling labia, dripping down her thighs and blooming into delicate crimson flowers across the pristine white sheets beneath them.
Chen Ge watched the beautiful evidence of her surrender with dark satisfaction, then slammed back in to the root in one brutal thrust. Her entire body jolted, breasts bouncing wildly, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. He repeated the motion again and again, slow, merciless withdrawals followed by sudden, punishing invasions that bottomed out against her cervix. Each time he buried himself fully, her delicate frame convulsed, toes curling, back arching off the bed as though she were being electrocuted with pleasure.
Even Xu Wan, his experienced little employee, would have struggled to take this kind of pounding, let alone a pure, innocent virgin on her very first time. Zhao Wen was completely losing her mind. Her head thrashed from side to side, long silken hair whipping across the sheets, sweat beading on her flushed skin as she moaned and sobbed in overwhelmed abandon.
"Ah… honey… save me… ah… ah… your Wenwen… it hurts so much…"
Her voice cracked, tears spilling down her temples, yet her legs only wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper even as she begged for mercy. Pleasure and pain had blurred into one unbearable, exquisite torment.
Chen Ge stared down at her delicate brows drawn together in near-tears, at the way her ravaged little pussy clenched even tighter around him when she was on the verge of crying, and something feral snapped inside him. The sight of her fragile, suffering beauty (so shy, so broken, so utterly his) ignited a savage need to both protect and destroy her at once. His gentle facade shattered. A dark, predatory smile curved his lips.
One large hand slid beneath her back, forcing her spine into a deeper arch and thrusting those perfect breasts higher, offering them like ripe fruit. His other hand clamped down on her plush ass, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, locking her in place so she couldn't squirm away even an inch. Then he began to fuck her in earnest, sometimes slow and grinding, sometimes fast and punishing, splattering drops of her virgin blood across the sheets with every violent thrust. Her tender, ruined entrance made obscene wet sounds around his cock, sucking and squelching with every stroke.
Each impact sent shockwaves through her untouched body. The varying rhythm (gentle caresses followed by sudden, brutal slams) created waves of sensation she had no words for: tingling ecstasy that melted into searing pain, only to bloom into pleasure again. The pain of her deflowering was still there, sharp and bright, but it had begun to fuse with the most exquisite pleasure she had ever known, pain inside pleasure, pleasure inside pain, until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. All she knew was that she was being thoroughly, gloriously fucked, claimed in the most primal way possible, and her body had already decided it never wanted it to stop.
Zhao Wen felt every inch of her tender, newly-opened flesh swell and burn around the massive cock buried inside her. A torrent of slick, milky-white nectar gushed from the deepest part of her core, flooding out around Chen Ge's shaft in obscene pulses that soaked his balls and dripped in thick rivulets onto the ruined sheets. She had no idea when it happened, but her slender arms were now locked desperately around his broad back, nails digging crescents into his skin as she clung to him for dear life. Her round, firm little ass rose and fell in perfect rhythm with his powerful thrusts, meeting him halfway, greedily swallowing every inch he fed her. Soft, syrupy moans spilled from her swollen lips with every stroke, no longer pleas for mercy but shameless encouragement for deeper, harder violation.
"Oh… good… so good… aniki… good aniki san… please… oh… really… it doesn't hurt anymore… not at all… oh… so… so embarrassing… I… Wenwen can't say it… how could it feel this… this good… honey… right there… do it harder… ah…!"
The words tumbled out in a breathless, filthy rush, her sweet voice cracking into high-pitched whimpers each time his cockhead kissed the mouth of her womb. Her entire body trembled with the overwhelming pleasure of being so thoroughly stuffed, stretched, and owned for the first time.
"Look at you, my wanton little sister…" Chen Ge growled, voice rough with lust as he drank in the sight of her flushed, tear-streaked face twisted in ecstasy. "Your perfect tits bouncing, nipples so hard they could cut glass, moaning like a whore in heat… and this greedy little pussy of yours is flooding for me. This is what a woman is meant to feel. Moan louder, baby. Moan like the filthy, cock-hungry girl you were born to be. Let the whole building hear how much you love your honey's cock."
Chen Ge's eyes gleamed with dark triumph as he watched pure, innocent Zhao Wen transform beneath him into a writhing, begging slut. Her blissful expression (eyes rolled back, mouth open in a constant stream of broken cries) made his cock swell even thicker inside her.
"Yes… yes… oh… ouch… you… um… my lover… good… good aniki… you're so amazing… every time you thrust into Wenwen… you thrust straight into my heart…!"
Her slender waist twisted shamelessly now, grinding her clit against his pubic bone on every downstroke, chasing the sparks that exploded behind her eyes. The last remnants of pain had melted into pure, molten pleasure, and she couldn't stop the cheesy, desperate pet names from spilling out: "lover," "honey," "good aniki," each one more obscene than the last.
"Mmm… good aniki… good honey… ah… you… you're so good… mmm… you didn't lie… you're making me feel so good… it's so wonderful… ahhh…!"
Her voice was pure sex now, dripping with need, every syllable punctuated by the wet slap of their bodies colliding.
"Yeah… finally fucked you properly…" Chen Ge rasped, sweat dripping from his brow onto her heaving breasts. "Listen to you, baby. Listen to how fucking wet you are for me."
Beads of fragrant sweat rolled down Zhao Wen's fair forehead, her rosy lips parted wide as she panted like a bitch in heat, sweet breath mingling with his. She was utterly spent, every muscle trembling with exhaustion, yet her expression was one of transcendent bliss. Beneath his pounding hips, her small, upturned ass worked tirelessly, slamming upward to meet him, while her mouth latched onto his chest, tongue swirling around his nipples, sucking and biting as she moaned nonstop into his skin.
"Oh… good… good aniki… dear honey… right there… harder… mmm… you're going in so deep… ah… you're killing me…!"
Every ounce of the twenty years of preserved virginity and girlish modesty was being fucked out of her with each brutal thrust. The sheets beneath them were a battlefield of crimson streaks and creamy floods, proof of her complete surrender.
"My dear aniki… I've already… I've already given you my virginity… isn't that enough…?" she whimpered between cries, voice trembling with overwhelmed pleasure.
"Not even close, baby," Chen Ge snarled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "You're a natural treasure in bed, Wenwen. This perfect little body was made to be fucked senseless. I'm going to train you until you can't live without my cock inside you every single day."
"Then… oh… my dear aniki… then thrust your big cock harder… fuck your Wenwen harder…!"
The filthy plea sent Chen Ge over the edge. With a guttural roar he unleashed everything he had, hips snapping forward with terrifying speed and power. His thick, iron-hard cock pistoned into her tight, soaking cunt like a machine, pulling out only to the swollen lips before slamming back in until his balls slapped her ass with a wet, rhythmic "smack-smack-smack." The room echoed with the obscene symphony of flesh on flesh, her high-pitched screams, and his animal grunts.
Her magnificent breasts were now trapped in his rough hands, kneaded and twisted without mercy, bright red nipples pinched between his fingers until she sobbed. The last traces of her innocence were being pounded out of her with every violent thrust, the massive cock and streaks of virgin blood the only witnesses to the pure girl she had been just hours ago.
Chen Ge's pace became inhuman, the burning head of his cock battering her cervix with every stroke, balls slapping her elastic ass so hard the skin turned pink. Her tight, silky walls clenched and milked him desperately, trying to suck him deeper even as she wailed.
"Ah… my lover… ah… uh… it hurts…!" she screamed, but her legs only locked tighter around his waist, her body refusing to let him go even as the pleasure threatened to shatter her completely.
Chen Ge had completely lost control. His throbbing, iron-hard cock pistoned in and out of Zhao Wen's ruined virgin cunt with savage force, each brutal withdrawal dragging thick ropes of milky-white girl-cum and delicate pink inner flesh outward like blooming petals, only to slam back in and shove those swollen lips deep inside her again. The tender walls of her freshly deflowered passage rippled and spasmed around him, sucking greedily at his shaft with every stroke, the mouth of her womb kissing and clinging to his flared crown as if trying to pull him deeper into her soul. It felt exactly like fucking a girl years younger: impossibly tight, impossibly hot, impossibly eager, her body desperate to keep him buried forever.
Completely drunk on the sensation, Chen Ge dropped his head to her chest and devoured her snow-white breasts, mouth latching onto one stiff nipple and sucking hard enough to leave marks, teeth scraping the sensitive peak while his hips never slowed. He fucked her like a beast possessed, pounding into her virgin body with unrestrained violence, the fat head of his cock battering the untouched flower deep inside her again and again, claiming every millimeter of her innocence with relentless, wet slaps.
"Aniki… please be gentle… this is my first time…" Zhao Wen whimpered, voice breaking into a high, desperate cry as another thrust sent lightning through her core, "Ah—!"
Her vaginal walls convulsed wildly, clamping down on his cock in rhythmic, milking spasms that made Chen Ge groan like a dying man. She threw her head back, long black hair whipping across the sheets, body arching violently as the pleasure threatened to tear her apart.
The room filled with the obscene symphony of their fucking: wet, rhythmic "squelch-squelch-squelch" as his cock churned her overflowing juices into froth, the sharp "slap-slap-slap" of his heavy balls smacking her elastic ass, the creak of the bed under their frenzied pace. Zhao Wen's face burned with shame; she knew every filthy sound was coming from her own drenched, traitorous pussy, and the humiliation only made her wetter.
His testicles slammed against her upturned ass with every thrust, the lewd impacts echoing like applause for her complete surrender. Shame, indignation, and unbearable pleasure warred inside her, leaving her limp and helpless beneath him, able only to spread her legs wider and take everything he gave her like the perfect little virgin slut she was now becoming.
"Mmm… mmm…!"
The faster and harder he fucked her, the more the electric waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her teeth sank into her lower lip, head thrown back, starry eyes blazing with raw, animal lust. Sweat glistened on her snow-white skin, long hair swaying with every violent thrust, her entire body trembling on the edge of oblivion as the relentless pounding dragged her higher and higher toward a climax she had never known existed.
The sounds grew even more depraved: wet squelching, flesh slapping flesh, her broken sobs melting into satisfied, guttural moans. Their heavy breathing and the rhythmic "squelch-slap-squelch" of their joined bodies created a filthy, intoxicating symphony that drowned out everything else.
"Ah—!"
Suddenly her body went rigid, then arched off the bed like a bow drawn for war. Her full, perfect breasts thrust upward, nipples diamond-hard, trembling with every spasm. Without thinking, her own delicate hands flew to her chest, grabbing her sweat-slick tits and kneading them roughly, pinching her nipples as the orgasm tore through her like a storm.
"Oh… oh… I can't take it anymore… I'm coming… it feels so good… my lover… quick… grab my little nipples!"
She screamed, voice raw and desperate, yanking his hands to her breasts and forcing him to squeeze hard. Then, like a woman possessed, she locked her limbs around him: arms around his neck, legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, toes curled tight. Her hips slammed upward, grinding her clit against his pubic bone as her virgin cunt clenched in violent, rhythmic waves.
Chen Ge growled as he felt it: the moment she shattered. A scalding gush of thick, creamy girl-cum erupted from her depths, spraying forcefully around his buried cock, soaking his shaft, his balls, the sheets beneath them. Her orgasmic flood lasted a full thirty seconds, hot, endless, and utterly overwhelming, coating his glans in liquid fire again and again as her body convulsed in ecstasy.
Chen Ge closed his eyes and let the sensation consume him: his cock buried in the tightest, hottest heaven, bathed in wave after wave of her virgin climax. It was pure, addictive bliss, like the most potent drug known to man.
Zhao Wen floated in a haze of white-hot pleasure, clinging to him with every limb, teeth sinking into his shoulder as her body shook apart. When the final tremor passed, she collapsed beneath him, panting, tears of overwhelmed joy on her lashes.
"So… this is a woman's orgasm…" she whispered in awe, voice hoarse and trembling, "It's like… becoming an immortal…"
Zhao Wen's mind was completely blank, an empty, blissful void where thought no longer existed, only pure sensation. Her chest heaved with ragged, desperate gasps, lungs burning for air as the soft, warm walls of her ravaged pussy continued to flutter and tremble around Chen Ge's buried cock. Tiny aftershocks rippled through her core, each one making her clench involuntarily, milking him with gentle, rhythmic squeezes. Her beautiful face glowed with the radiant afterglow of her first orgasm: cheeks flushed deep crimson, lips swollen and parted, long lashes wet with tears of overwhelmed pleasure, eyes half-lidded and glassy with lingering ecstasy. She looked utterly debauched, a pure angel fallen into the most exquisite sin.
Chen Ge was teetering on the edge of oblivion himself. The frantic, brutal pace he had set, combined with the way her virgin cunt had spasmed and gushed around him during her climax, had pushed him past the point of no return. Her broken, pleading cries still echoed in his ears, and the memory of her tight walls clamping down like a velvet vice sent fire racing through his veins. His balls drew up tight, the base of his spine tingling with imminent release.
Suddenly, a sharp, electric jolt shot through his swollen glans. With a guttural roar he slammed forward one final time, burying every inch of his throbbing cock to the hilt. The thick, veiny shaft forced its way through her slick, narrow channel until the fat crown kissed the mouth of her womb, claiming the deepest part of her no man had ever touched. He ground against her there, hips rolling in slow, possessive circles, letting her feel exactly how completely he owned her now.
His glans pressed hard against her sensitive cervix, rubbing that shy, untouched flower with deliberate, maddening friction. Zhao Wen's entire body jolted; she could feel another climax building, impossibly fast after the first. The intensity in his movements, the way his cock swelled even larger inside her, told her instinctively that he was about to flood her. An unfamiliar, greedy hunger bloomed in her chest; she wanted it, needed to feel him lose control inside her.
"…My dear aniki… my good husband… send your Wenwen to heaven again… ah… do it… do it as many times as you want… Wenwen is yours… I'll serve you until you're satisfied… please… fill me…"
The words spilled from her lips in a shameless, desperate torrent, her voice hoarse and trembling with need. She no longer cared about modesty or shame; only the overwhelming desire to be claimed completely.
Her wanton pleas shattered Chen Ge's last thread of control. With a feral growl he unleashed everything, hips slamming forward in a punishing barrage, his firm abdomen smacking against her soft, snow-white mound with wet, rhythmic "slap-slap-slap" sounds. His cock pistoned in and out at blinding speed, each thrust bottoming out against her womb, until finally he buried himself to the root and let go.
The thick, fleshy head flared wide inside her, and then, like a volcano erupting, scalding hot ropes of semen exploded from his cock. Jet after jet of thick, creamy seed painted her virgin walls white, flooding her depths with pulse after pulse of his release. Her pussy convulsed in response, another gush of warm girl-cum squirting around his shaft as the sensation of being bred triggered a second, smaller orgasm. Her entire body went rigid, then collapsed bonelessly beneath him, utterly spent.
Zhao Wen lay limp and trembling, silent tears of overwhelming emotion sliding down her temples. Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths, making her full, high breasts quiver with every inhale. Her small, red mouth opened and closed soundlessly, sweet fragrant breath escaping in tiny puffs. Her starry eyes were unfocused and hazy, cheeks flushed a deep, satisfied pink. Fragrant sweat coated every inch of her flawless skin, long black hair plastered to her neck and shoulders in damp strands. She looked like a goddess who had been thoroughly ravished, an expression of intoxicating, drunken passion still lingering on her beautiful face.
On the soft white sheets beneath them, bright crimson patches of virgin blood stood out in stark, beautiful contrast, proof that a pure, flawless, breathtakingly beautiful woman had just been completely claimed. The shy, gentle virgin was gone forever; in her place lay a newly awakened woman, marked inside and out by the man who had taken her innocence. The sight of those bloodstains sent a wave of complex emotions crashing through Zhao Wen, pride, loss, joy, surrender, and she began to sob softly, overwhelmed by the magnitude of what had just happened.
…
Much later, after they had cleaned up as best they could in the small pet hospital bathroom, Chen Ge prepared to leave with the white cat safely in its basket. He was halfway out the door when Zhao Wen's shy, slightly hoarse voice stopped him.
"You bad man…" she murmured, cheeks still flushed, eyes glittering with a mix of embarrassment and lingering hunger. "Don't you… don't you want to take responsibility for what you just did to me?"
Chen Ge turned back with a wicked grin, setting the basket down. In one smooth motion he stepped close, cupped one full breast through her hastily re-buttoned blouse, and squeezed firmly, thumb brushing over the still-hard nipple. "Little pervert," he growled low against her ear, "if you miss this big cock stretching you out, come find me anytime. I work in the haunted house at New Century Amusement Park. I'll be waiting to ruin you again."
"Ugh! Who… who misses that thing?!" Zhao Wen squeaked, face flaming as she swatted at him half-heartedly, legs still trembling beneath her skirt.
Chen Ge just laughed, scooped up the cat basket, and jogged out into the night, leaving the freshly deflowered beauty flushed, aching, and already craving more.
By the time the wall clock ticked past eleven, the storm outside had quietened to a steady drizzle, but inside the clinic the air still felt charged. The inner door creaked open, and Zhao Wen shuffled out, her face flushed crimson, one hand pressed to the small of her back and the other gingerly supporting her left buttock. Each step was careful, almost comical; she winced, twisted her ankle slightly on the threshold, and had to catch the doorframe to steady herself. In her arms she cradled the freshly cleaned white cat, now wrapped in a soft blue towel, while a small woven basket containing the four lifeless kittens dangled from her elbow. She shot Chen Ge a look that was equal parts embarrassment and indignation, as if the entire universe had conspired to humiliate her in front of a stranger.
"I was quite surprised," she muttered through gritted teeth, lowering the cat onto the counter with exaggerated care. "She's actually stunning. Snow-white, long fur, perfect bone structure; definitely from a high-end breeding line. It's just that long gash across her face… such a waste. If the scar hadn't split her brow and cheek, she'd be flawless. Unfortunately, we can't remove it without risking nerve damage, so she'll carry that mark forever." Zhao Wen's voice still carried a tremor of lingering shock; a fresh red scratch peeked above the collar of her white coat, and the seat of her trousers had a small, unmistakable tear. The "pretty" cat had clearly put up one final, ferocious fight when consciousness returned.
Chen Ge barely recognized the creature now resting on the counter. Gone was the blood-matted, mud-caked stray that had hissed at him from a soggy cardboard box. In its place lay a cat so pristine it looked sculpted from moonlight: fur thick and plush, each strand catching the clinic lights like fresh silk. Yet the most arresting feature was her eyes; one a clear, crystalline sapphire blue, the other a deep, glowing ruby red. Heterochromia so striking it felt almost supernatural. The mismatched gaze fixed on Chen Ge with calm intelligence, no longer wild with pain, but still wary, still measuring whether this new human could be trusted. A low, almost imperceptible rumble vibrated in her throat; not a growl, but a reminder that the claws were still there.
"Why would anyone abandon something this beautiful?" Chen Ge murmured, genuinely baffled. The cat tilted her head slightly, the motion graceful despite the fresh stitches marching across her face like a permanent tear. Zhao Wen exhaled through her nose, adjusting her weight off the sore hip the cat had apparently used as a launchpad. "I'm not trying to scare you," she said, lowering her voice, "but picking up strays like this, especially ones that clearly came from money, is rarely harmless. Owners don't just toss out a cat this expensive because they got bored. Usually there's a reason: bad luck, a death in the family, some old superstition about odd-eyed cats being doorways for spirits… Take your pick. In the countryside they'd have drowned her at birth." She gently transferred the warm, towel-wrapped bundle into Chen Ge's waiting arms. "Anyway, she's yours now. You wanted responsibility; here it is. There are dozens of smaller wounds under the fur. Check them twice a day, keep the antibiotics on schedule, and for the love of God, trim her claws before she redecorates your face."
The cat settled against Chen Ge's chest with surprising calm, the low rumble fading into a cautious, almost reluctant purr. Her mismatched eyes never left his, and in that moment Chen Ge felt the weight of a silent contract: she had chosen to live, and now she was choosing to see where this strange human would take her. Zhao Wen handed over the small basket with the four tiny, cold bodies, her expression softening. "Bury them properly. She'll know if you don't." Outside, the rain had finally eased to a whisper, streetlights shimmering on wet pavement. Chen Ge nodded, cradling both the living cat and the fragile basket of the dead, and stepped back into the night; the scar-faced, odd-eyed survivor warm against his heartbeat, already more than just a stray.
Chen Ge pushed open the rusted gate of New Century Park well past midnight, the iron groaning under his hand. Rainwater still dripped from the faded ghost-face sign overhead, and the entire park lay drowned in darkness and silence. "This will be your home from now on," he murmured to the white cat cradled against his chest. The sedative Zhao Wen had given her should have kept her drowsy for hours, yet the moment the gate clanged shut behind them, the cat's mismatched ears snapped upright. Her body went rigid, pupils dilating into perfect circles of red and blue as she stared past Chen Ge's shoulder into the deeper shadows of the Haunted House. A low, almost inaudible growl rumbled in her throat. Such sharp awareness before even crossing the threshold told Chen Ge everything he needed to know: this was no ordinary stray. She felt the lingering malice the way a compass feels north.
He set her gently on the wet ground just inside the gate. The cat hesitated, tail lashing, then let out a long, mournful howl that echoed off the empty ticket booths and faded into the corridors beyond. Only after the sound died did she pad forward, every step reluctant, as though the very air pressed warnings against her paws. Chen Ge picked up the small woven basket containing the four cold kittens and walked ahead, letting the cat decide whether to follow. She did, slowly, silently, golden claws clicking on the concrete. He wanted to test her, to see exactly what she sensed in this place built from nightmares. So he led her through the scenarios one by one, watching, waiting.
In the Minghun scenario with its red wedding dresses and paper effigies, the white cat moved without alarm, only mild curiosity at the swaying lanterns. Through Murder by Midnight's blood-stained dormitories and Night of the Living Dead's crumbling morgue, she remained calm, tail high, occasionally sniffing at props that had once made grown men scream. But the moment Chen Ge reached the wooden boards sealing off the newest wing, the moment he began prying them aside to reveal the descending staircase into Mu Yang High School, everything changed. The cat's fur exploded outward in a perfect halo of white spikes. With a hiss sharp enough to cut glass, she launched herself onto the steps, planting her body squarely in front of Chen Ge, back arched, fangs bared at the darkness below.
Mu Yang High School's Trial Mission was technically cleared, yet the black phone had never declared it fully safe. Hidden triggers, lingering ghosts, or something far worse could still lurk beneath the flickering fluorescent lights and blood-written desks. The cat's violent reaction confirmed it: something down there was still alive, still hungry. Chen Ge felt a thrill crawl up his spine. He had carried her out of that alley on impulse, but now the choice felt fated. This scarred, odd-eyed survivor had just proven her worth before even spending a full night under his roof. Whatever waited in the sealed corridors of Mu Yang High School, it feared her far more than she feared it.
He lowered the wooden board back into place, sealing the staircase once more. When he reached to scoop the cat into his arms as thanks, she twisted away with fluid contempt, landing a meter off and glaring as if personal contact was an unforgivable offense. Chen Ge could only smile wryly and let her keep her distance. Carrying the basket with the dead kittens, he headed toward the staff breakroom at the back of the Haunted House. The white cat followed at a cautious trot, ears swiveling, until the door clicked shut behind them and the oppressive weight of the scenarios finally lifted from her shoulders. Only then did her fur lie flat again.
She leapt lightly onto the only chair, tail curling around her paws like a queen surveying new territory, and her mismatched gaze immediately locked onto something beneath the table. Xiaoxiao, the blood-stained ragdoll and certified Baleful Specter, was wedged between chair legs, trying, and failing, to look invisible. "Such a mischievous little thing," Chen Ge chuckled, bending down to fish the doll out by her limp arm. He dangled Xiaoxiao in front of the cat's nose. "This is family. Play nice, okay? No scratching." The white cat regarded the doll with supreme indifference, not even a flick of the tail, as though a Baleful Specter barely registered on her threat scale. Xiaoxiao's stitched smile drooped further.
Chen Ge rubbed the doll's frayed head, a strange pang of sympathy rising in his chest. Poor Xiaoxiao, once the terror of mirror monsters, now completely ignored by a half-dead stray who had just strolled in like she owned the place. The Haunted House had gained a new resident tonight, one who clearly outranked half the ghosts already living here.