Dad, he is addicted to raising cubs

Today's Dazai Osamu is still immersed in the complacency of having a pair of wise eyes.

There's no way, who told him that the human beings he chose for himself were too good.

Lying on the armrest of the sofa, Osamu Dazai held two black claws, watching Xueman busy in the kitchen.

In this hot afternoon, even though the air conditioner was installed in the kitchen and it was continuously delivering cold air, the sweat beads on Xueman's forehead still slid down his cheeks to the tip of his chin, and he couldn't get rid of it after accumulating.

Osamu Dazai swallowed.

Not only to the food on the chopping board, but also to Xueman.

By the way, under Osamu Dazai's perseverance, no matter what he said, Yukiman followed his heart and provided this black cat with less oil and less salt than human food.

It tasted a little tasteless, but Osamu Dazai looked at Xueman's plate that was exactly the same as his own, and could only accept this reality.

No harm, this is much better than boiled chicken breast and offal.

He took a bite of food and glanced at Xueman, realizing the beauty and delicious food into reality.

However, Xueman didn't realize the strangeness of her own cat. She simply thought that Xiao Hei was a very smart stray cat—in fact, there is no shortage of smart animals in this world. walk obstacles.

Compared to those cuties who run fast on the balance beam... Xueman couldn't help but weigh the weight of his little black, and took advantage of the other party's not paying attention to Rua's soft belly, thinking about whether to give it to Xiao Hei Black weight loss thing.

If he continues to eat like this, his little black will turn into the size of a big orange.

"Meow!"

Osamu Dazai slapped off the messy hand on his belly. Is the belly of his majestic cat monster a casual human can touch?It was his kindness that he didn't use his nails to inflict three bloodstains on the back of Xueman's hand.

"What's wrong with letting me touch it?"

Facing Xiao Hei, Xueman subconsciously regarded him as a child, and her tone of voice became naive, "Don't you often step on my stomach? I wait until you fall asleep every time." Oh, leave."

Equivalent exchanges come and go, and rubbing your belly is not a foul.

Osamu Dazai froze for a second.

——Is it possible to say things like stepping on and stepping on milk casually? !This shameless human being!

——Besides, what happened to the cat stepping on the milk!Who made your abs feel so good, even if you're not a cat, you still want to touch it, don't you!

——And you slept without your shirt on, and I stepped on your belly to remind you to cover yourself with the quilt so you don’t catch cold.

The more he thought about it, the more confident he became. Osamu Dazai let out a long meow, broke free from Xueman's embrace, jumped to the top of the refrigerator with the best view in the house, and "sang a song" to Xueman.

This song is Xueman's self-confessed, but in fact it's Dazai Meow exhaling sweetness to him.

"Yeah, it's really nice."

Xueman also beat him to the rhythm of the meow, "Singing is very good, my Xiao Hei is really good."

Osamu Dazai was about to die of anger from him.

Time is like an accelerated buff, turning the page quickly in the day-to-day relationship, and soon, the season has come to the spring that makes Xueman very worried.

Spring is the season of revival of all things; spring is the season when small animals can't restrain the prehistoric power in their bodies and want to drive with their kind.

Xueman is very sure that her little black cat has not been neutered yet.

Cough, touching the cat's balls while Rua is in the belly is a very easy and natural thing for a shit shoveler who has a male cat. His movements are brisk, and Dazai who has been touched He didn't even react, he was still chewing the freshly dried fish in his mouth.

Osamu Dazai: Just, what happened just now (chew chew chew.jpg

Xueman: I always feel that Xiao Hei's IQ decreases with his weight gain...

Before raising Xiao Hei, Xueman accepted the behavior of picking animals' balls well. After all, in the long run, this is a good thing for small animals and can prolong their lifespan.It's just that before picking eggs, he has to act with the owner of the cuties, which makes him feel a little delicate.

But when the cat whose balls were about to be removed turned into Xiao Hei, Xueman was stunned.

First of all, Xiao Hei is a smart cat—although he has become a bit stupid recently—he can understand the matter of picking eggs; moreover, Xueman is not worried about letting others do it, he must be the one who does the operation .

Picking your own cat's own eggs sounds like a predestined relationship.

But here comes the question, can Xiao Hei accept this?

Seeing the warm mass leaning against her, Xueman was very troubled in her heart.During the half a year of getting along with him, he managed to establish a good relationship with Xiao Hei, and he won't be scratched when he reaches Rua's cat belly. In case the relationship becomes bad due to picking eggs...

After fantasizing about that scene, Xue's face turned blue.

So picking eggs was postponed indefinitely.

Before the end of spring, Xueman was worried every day, fearing that the wave before going out would be the last time with Xiao Hei... But until the day before Li Xia, Xiao Hei didn't act like a fool, which made her feel uncomfortable. Xueman couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it turns out that Xiao Hei of his family is a eunuch.

It's just that Xiao Hei can't hear these words, otherwise he must scratch his face.

On this day, Xueman, who was finally relieved, patted the side of his pillow as usual before going to bed, and motioned Xiao Hei to jump up and sleep with him.

You don't even care about eating at a table, so how can you drive the cat out of bed and let him sleep alone?

Usually Osamu Dazai would dismiss such shameless invitations from humans, and proudly flick his tail to sleep in his favorite den, but today he didn't know why, and jumped into the snow on his own initiative. Xueman's side, even deliberately arched, put his head on Xueman's arm, and fell asleep on his stomach.

Xueman, who was suddenly approached by Xiao Hei, wanted to go downstairs and run ten laps to express her inner excitement.

Xiao Hei from Xueman’s family can be said to be a rather hard-to-please cat. After eating a box of his favorite dried fish, he will mercilessly overturn it if he opens a new one; the cat litter he bought is not comfortable enough. After lying down for a second, it will quickly jump up, fly to the top of the refrigerator and start cursing.

Even more delicate than Miss Jiao, even more difficult to serve.

"Good night, Blackie."

Gently smoothing the shiny hair on Xiao Hei's forehead, Xueman maintained a somewhat awkward posture, and slowly closed his eyes.He had a bizarre dream, in which there were many people he knew or didn't know. In the last scene, Xiao Hei jumped from a high place, but fell into the abyss.

The immersive feeling of weightlessness caused Xueman to open his eyes instantly.

He subconsciously tightened his arms, trying to hold Xiao Hei closer to him, to relieve the horror brought by the dream - as a result, something even more horrifying happened, and the person he hugged was a person, not a bedtime pillow Cat Holding His Arm.

"Why..."

Osamu Dazai snorted in a daze, and moved his two ears on his head, "The sun hasn't risen yet..."

Xueman: I really want to light a cigarette to calm down.

"You... are you Xiao Hei?"

Feeling the smoothness and delicateness of the skin of the person in her arms against her, Xueman's face changed from shock to shyness, and she wanted to pull out the arm that was pillowed by the other person.

This effort, of course, ended in failure.

Osamu Dazai, who hadn't woken up, would never let go of the sleepy "pillow" at his hand. He ignored Xueman's words, rubbed his cheek against the opponent's arm, and after finding a comfortable position, he started to fight again. snore.

How Xueman's Three Views collapsed and rebuilt in this short night is unknown to outsiders.

We only know that Osamu Dazai, who opened his eyes on time the next morning, watched his human-shaped claws make a terrifying howl.

"This is too ugly—!"

Osamu Dazai, who had no fur to cover his body, was full of uneasiness, wrapped in a quilt and walking around the house, trying to stuff himself into the cat nest placed in the living room.

But the embarrassing thing is that the cat litter, which is just right for him who is a cat, cannot adapt to his human body.

He could only sit inside, and then put his two long legs that had no place to rest on the floor next to him. The quilt that was wrapped around his body spread out because of this posture, barely covering his upper body.

When Xueman came out of the kitchen, he saw this scene that made people want to feel "the spring is infinitely good". The thick and long tail that belonged to Xiaohei also had a small pointed point protruding from under the quilt, just curious Shake left and right.

"It's all your fault, human!"

Osamu Dazai bared his teeth at Xueman, and made a "hehe" voice to threaten the other party, "Why did I become such a hairless look, what did you eat for me?!"

"I have my own name, Yuecheng Xueman. If you find it difficult to pronounce the full name, you can just call me Xueman."

Putting the two plates on the table, Xueman thoughtfully put a spoon next to the plate belonging to Dazai Osamu, so that this cat demon who can't use chopsticks can eat, "Are you sure you want to talk to me hungry? ?”

"Even if you want revenge on me, you have to eat enough."

Osamu Dazai smelled the aroma that made his stomach growl. It came from the sausage that he only ate once a week. Thinking about the oily and chewy taste, he...he gave in.

Seeing Osamu Dazai struggling to wrap himself in the quilt, Xueman shook his head helplessly, "Why didn't you wear the clothes I brought out for you?" Could it be or didn't want to?

Osamu Dazai turned a deaf ear and concentrated on bringing the sausage to his mouth with a spoon.

When he was a cat, Xueman would deliberately cut the sausage into pieces so that he could pick up a small piece at a time and chew; after he became a human, he naturally lost this preferential treatment, and the obliquely sliced ​​sausages were neatly stacked in the Putting it on the plate, Dazai carefully scooped up a slice, and tremblingly brought it to his mouth.

As long as you lose your mind a little in the middle, the sausage will fall, and you have to do this step all over again.

Xueman: "..." If this sausage knew that he was treated so cherished, he would have known it.

He took a bite and looked at the clumsy cat demon on the opposite side, and found that the quilt that the other party had wrapped around his body at random was slowly slipping off.

"...I'm done eating, you continue."

Taking a deep breath, Xueman finished his breakfast in two mouthfuls. He stood up a little stiffly, put the plate in the sink, and walked quickly past Osamu Dazai without looking sideways.

The moment he passed by Osamu Dazai, the other side's quilt fell off completely.

Xueman was shocked.

"This thing is so troublesome."

The fall of the quilt also affected Osamu Dazai. He looked at the plate for a long time before eating a third of the food, and threw the spoon aside in anger, "You come and feed me."

He said domineeringly at Xueman.

Xueman took a big step back, "Hey, you can...but before that, can you go and put on your clothes."

"It's so long-winded. I don't usually wear clothes. Didn't you still put me in your arms?"

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes at Xueman, then stood up swaggeringly, and walked towards the bedroom wagging his tail.

Perhaps because the body is a cat, Osamu Dazai looks thin, but he is a slender and powerful type; and Yukiman did not expect that under the shiny black fur, there is such a white skin hidden.

——No, the skin hidden under the fur cannot be exposed to the sun all year round, so it is understandable that it is so white and glowing.

Xueman was two or three steps late to follow. The only thing that made him feel lucky was that Dazai Osamu was not wearing nothing but at least put on his underwear, so he didn't run naked.

After dressing Osamu Dazai, he brought slippers for him, and dressed him himself... Yukiman was like a responsible housekeeper, taking care of Osamu Dazai, who was a little black cat the day before, in order.

"Open your mouth."

"Ah~"

One feeds the other, and after Osamu Dazai gets rid of the awkward spoon, the whole cat looks a lot more emotional.His cheeks were puffed up by the food, and the eater was dishonest, dangling on the chair, making the chair creak.

"By the way, I have my own name."

After eating and drinking, Osamu Dazai remembered the extremely earthy name Xueman gave himself, "Osamu Dazai, do you hear me clearly? I don't want to be called Xiao Hei by such a silly name."

"So you are ignoring me on purpose because your name is too silly?"

The corner of Xueman's mouth twitched while his back was washing dishes with Osamu Dazai, the cat's self-willedness lived up to its reputation.

"That's only a small part of the reason."

Osamu Dazai sat cross-legged on the sofa, this is where he basked in the sun in the morning, the tip of his ears became transparent under the sunlight, "Mostly because you are too stupid."

If it wasn't for the delicious cooking, I would have run away from you a long time ago.

He shook his head, moved to tears at his kindness.

How can there be a cat demon like him who thinks about the breeder? The other cat demons all run away from home when they are upset, like him who knows that the breeder has a problem with his head, but still stays with him The cat demon can be listed as one of the "Top Ten Demons That Moved the Demon World", okay?

"By the way, aren't you going to work today?"

Osamu Dazai glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and asked curiously: "Usually you go out at this time, I watched TV and said that you will be charged for being late, and if you deduct the money, you will not be able to buy me new toys. "

"I took a day off."

Xueman took a deep breath, then smiled, "There are a lot of electrical appliances in the house, and I'm worried that you'll get into trouble if you touch them randomly."

And the cat he raised has turned into a living person... How can he care about work.

Osamu Dazai, who was wagging his tail happily, turned his head and let out a slight "tsk", which sounded dissatisfied with what Yukiman said.

"Do you want to brush your hair?"

Facing the petty cat monster, Xueman has mastered a whole set of skills to smooth the other's hair, the first thing to bear the brunt is grooming.

"I have no hair to comb now."

Osamu Dazai said full of resentment that now the only part of his body that reminds him of his shiny black fur is his hair.

Looking at his smooth arms and legs, Osamu Dazai gritted his teeth, and made another note to Xueman in his heart.

He, a cat demon, can't make mistakes, so the one with the problem must be the human standing opposite.

Xueman's nose was itchy, and after rubbing it to suppress the sneeze, he held up a comb recommended by his colleague, said to be very useful, and introduced it to Osamu Dazai, "How about combing your hair, the hair on your ears is a little knotted gone."

"what?!"

Osamu Dazai, who was always confident in his appearance, immediately jumped off the sofa and rushed to the bathroom. He looked at himself reflected in the mirror, and was horrified to find that his hair was really knotted.

He combed it with his own hands, and the rough technique hurt so much that his own eye circles were red.

"...I'll come."

Xueman felt a headache when he saw the hair wrapped around Osamu Dazai's fingers.

This hair was too strong to be combed, but several strands were torn off... Thinking about the type of cat in front of me, it would be the type that would roll all over the floor in pain when it hit the table foot, and it was probably holding back tears right now.

"What if it hurts to comb?"

Osamu Dazai was full of suspicion, covered his ears and backed away.

The bathroom is just that big, Osamu Dazai stepped back two or three steps and arrived at the wall. He stared at him, and the fierceness in his eyes warned Xueman to leave quickly, otherwise it would be a matter of scaring him.

"You can bite me."

Xueman pointed to herself, "If it hurts, just bite me, and there is no problem with bleeding from the bite... It should be fine."

"I'll comb it carefully for you. Didn't I comb your hair before? Didn't hurt you, or you would never let me touch you, would you?"

Xueman was persuasive and persuasive, and finally tricked Meow Dazai out of the bathroom.

He pushed the man down on the chair, stood behind him, and helped Osamu Dazai comb his hair little by little.

Osamu Dazai, who is not lacking in nutrition, has plenty of meals to eat every day. His fur is smoother and more shiny than when he first came to Xueman's house. When it is reflected in the human-shaped hair, it feels very good.

It was so good that Xueman touched secretly for a long time before he began to comb the other party with satisfaction.

He didn't feel that his behavior was slightly abnormal.

——What kind of pervert, can you call yourself a pervert if you suck your own cat?

The teeth of the comb slid rhythmically on the scalp, Osamu Dazai's ears were trembling slightly, his eyes were already squinted in comfort, his head followed Xueman's hand little by little, and he was about to fall asleep right away.

No sense of crisis.

Xueman sighed in his heart, the movements of his hands were lighter, and some massage skills were used.

Osamu Dazai felt that he was about to melt into a puddle of cat cakes. The hands of the breeder seemed to have magical powers. He obviously wanted to use the combing of his hair as an excuse to keep the other party away from him, at least three meters away...

But he combed it so comfortably.

The thought of wanting to make the other party stop quickly is like snow under the sun, which disappears in a whizzing manner.

Xueman didn't know that Osamu Dazai was still having such a psychological struggle. He put away the comb, trying to make the other party stand up, and then heard a slight snoring sound.

Looking around, Osamu Dazai was indeed asleep.

He stepped on the edge of the chair with one leg, and his head rested on his knee, and the pressed skin turned a light pink.

——Is it so easy to leave marks?

Such words flashed through Xueman's mind, and they disappeared before he could catch them.

He wanted to wake up Osamu Dazai and let him sleep on the sofa, but on second thought, waking up a sleeping cat might feel that he would get hurt because he had too few chances of being scratched.

"I'll be more careful."

He whispered, then bent down, and hugged Osamu Dazai.In fact, this is also the case at ordinary times. If the cat at home sleeps in a dangerous place, or if its head is broken off and hangs on the edge of the balcony, Xueman will gently change the sleeping position for the cat.

—Yes, this is my cat.

Xueman brainwashed himself.

——It is only natural to change a cat to a comfortable place to sleep.

So Osamu Dazai lay on his bed, as soon as he touched the soft and familiar bed, Osamu Dazai rolled up automatically, and moved to the middle of the bed.

——Ah, what a familiar scene.

Xueman gave herself some wax in her heart.

This is a problem for all cat families. On such a big bed, cats prefer the middle position. In order to let the cats sleep soundly, the owners usually have to twist themselves into a strange posture, which makes people feel emotional. All cat slaves are the same.

Is it really okay to just sleep right after eating?

Standing by the bed and looking at it for a while, Xueman resisted the idea of ​​pulling back the quilt and taking a look at Osamu Dazai's belly.

Although the other party is a cat raised by him, but after becoming a human, considering that the other party is a person no matter what angle you look at... then you can't just rua belly and pinch paws casually.

Thinking about it this way, Xueman felt that he had lost [-] million yuan!

Osamu Dazai couldn't feel Xueman's entangled mood. For him, it was a bit uncomfortable at first without fur to cover his body, but after feeling the soft feeling of the quilt as if he was stepping on a cloud...Mao is what i don't need.

As a qualified cat demon, you have to get used to two postures.

Osamu Dazai, who didn't know what dream he was having, kicked his legs. He turned over on the bed full of familiar smells. The clothes on his body that belonged to Yukiman were too loose. Such a movement revealed a small section of his thin waist. The complexion is white, like the finest fish sashimi.

Xueman's gaze stayed on that waist for a long time.

The author has something to say: I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have updated for so long, let’s lay down rua _(:зゝ∠)_

The character of the ghost king next door has been set up!

It’s actually a full-body picture, and he even held a fan in his hand, but when I pasted the cover myself, I found that if the whole picture was released, the face would appear very small and I couldn’t see it clearly—but it’s my favorite. It's his face QAQ

In the end, it became a cover with a big face...it's pretty handsome, so be it!

"You can bite me."

Xueman pointed to herself, "If it hurts, just bite me, and there is no problem with bleeding from the bite... It should be fine."

"I'll comb it carefully for you. Didn't I comb your hair before? Didn't hurt you, or you would never let me touch you, would you?"

When writing this paragraph, if the combing part is removed, hey-spring is here, indeed.