Chapter 117: Nyan~?
"Come here, let Master properly pet the kitty~."
Eikou smiled and said.
"You—"
Baobhan Sith glared at him with her gray eyes, as if trying to threaten him with her gaze.
But Eikou completely ignored that murderous look, only smiling and blinking in response.
A die fell right in front of him.
[Luck Check successful.]
[Even though Baobhan Sith already harbored killing intent in her heart, even thought through where she should bury you, this was related to the victory of the race, related to whether she could use the trophy to please Morgan or not.]
[Even if extremely unwilling, she still chose to go along with you.]
"Hateful, just you wait for me..."
Baobhan Sith gnashed her teeth, using mana to interfere with the projection of the livestream, making the screen go black.
To prevent the audience from seeing what was about to happen.
Bang!
"Why though?"
Finn slammed the table in dissatisfaction.
"Why does the livestream always cut off at the good parts, no respect for the audience at all! Can't you at least let us watch a little! Kusho-gaaaa!!!"
"Oh-ho, Baobhan Sith-chan, why did you cut the livestream like this..."
Eikou only sighed lightly, pretending to be helpless as he smiled:
"So you do know shame, don't want the embarrassing video of yourself spreading around, huh."
"You—"
Baobhan Sith thought to herself: Calling me '-chan'?! Bastard, don't you dare push your luck!
"If you're a cat, then shouldn't you only be able to meow 'nyan nyan'? Tell me, how many minutes do we have left?"
He asked with a straight face, as if calling to a pet, even waving her over from above with disdain.
Baobhan Sith could only swallow all her curses, hesitating for a long while before finally stepping toward him, slightly bending down, putting on an awkwardly obedient posture.
"Nya… nyan~"
She clenched her "cat paw," face burning red, trying her best to mimic the obedient mewl of a kitten.
That exquisite and adorable face blushed bright red like a fresh apple, but it was hard to tell if it was from embarrassment or anger.
Eikou gently smiled, reaching out his hand to lift the pale yet beautiful vampiric face of Baobhan Sith, then lightly pinched her soft cheeks.
This was the first time he realized her face was cold like those fair white hands of hers, yet touching it was pleasant, and pinching it was even more delightful.
"Nyan~?"
Being patted on the face like that, Baobhan Sith grew a little flustered, letting out a meow.
"Ka ka…"
Eikou's face remained calm, but in his heart he was laughing madly.
Muahahahahahaha, Baobhan Sith, you detestable brat, you finally have your day!
Seeing her wanting to resist yet forced to comply, a tremendous sense of satisfaction surged in his heart.
Though this was a great humiliation for Baobhan Sith, how could he easily let go of such a rare chance to tease her like this?
Finally, you've fallen into my hands!
Thinking so, Eikou suddenly grabbed the hand making the "cat paw," forcefully pulling her closer, making Baobhan Sith lie down on his lap.
"Come here, lie on my lap."
He smiled as he spoke.
Baobhan Sith's face instantly turned redder, continuously confirming with her eyes: "You're really serious?"
Eikou returned her a serious gaze as well, while also showing her his watch.
"…Nya."
Baobhan Sith could only obediently meow, forcing herself to imitate the posture of a kitten lying on his lap.
Though she was considered tall among the girls, her slender body made her appear unexpectedly small, really looking like a household pet cat.
Eikou reached out and stroked her soft red hair, saying:
"Good girl~ look how cute you are~."
What's with this condescending tone, I really don't want to be judged by this bastard!
Baobhan Sith gnashed her teeth, thinking.
But right after, she was made to tremble with comfort by the other's skillful cat-petting hands.
[You have activated skill "Human Anatomy Research A"]
[Skill activation successful.]
[You are proficient with every part of the human body, knowing where to touch to make the other feel comfortable and delighted. Under your skillful petting, Baobhan Sith experienced intense bliss from every place your hand passed.]
[Unconsciously, Baobhan Sith gradually forgot the unpleasant matters from before.]
[You seemed to transform into a "Cat-petting Master," completely taming this big red cat.]
"???"
When she felt his skillful hand scratching under her chin, Baobhan Sith suddenly sensed a strange soothing warmth spreading throughout her body.
Her eyes gradually grew hazy, completely immersed in his caress.
To be treated like a cat and petted—could it really feel this pleasant?
No need to think about anything, she truly was like a housecat, drowning in that purest, most instinctive pleasure.
Just when she, like a real kitten, unconsciously let out a satisfied "purr purr," she suddenly snapped back to her senses.
What… exactly am I doing?!
No! Clearly this bastard did something to me! It must be a skill, otherwise how could I so easily fall, even end up like such a useless cat!
She hurriedly raised her head to look at Eikou.
Eikou gave her an extremely infuriating smile and asked:
"Feels good?"
Damn it! Just now you must have used some dirty trick!
Baobhan Sith screamed inside.
Truly an unprecedented humiliation! She, the dignified Fairy Princess, was actually being petted like some household cat by this small fry?!
"Ara ara, such an adorable blushing face. Is it because of my massage skills making your blood circulation flow better, or is it because you're embarrassed lying on your Master's lap?"
"I'm obviously red with anger, okay! That's all it is, nya!"
Baobhan Sith flushed bright red, snapping back excitedly.
Eikou looked indifferent, his fingers once again deftly stroking under her chin.
"Nya~…"
Though inwardly unwilling beyond measure, Baobhan Sith's body unconsciously enjoyed it, her eyes closing.
About three seconds later, she suddenly jolted awake, hastily covering her face.
"You damn trash, what the hell did you just do while I let my guard down?!"
"I just thought you'd like this kind of petting. By the way, don't you have zero acting skills? Not a trace of a performer's spirit."
"I don't need so-called acting spirit! And I don't have time to play acting games with you either!"
Flustered, she scrambled up from his lap, her expression dark, grabbing his collar with fierce momentum as she pressed him:
"We've almost finished this little act already, only one minute left! You need to find a way to raise your heart rate. Whether through exercise or scaring yourself, whatever it takes—hurry up and raise it to trigger the alarm!"
"Why should I raise my heart rate?"
Eikou put on an innocent look.
"???"
Baobhan Sith's heart instantly sank.
This guy… could it be he really intends to go back on his word?!