Chapter Six: He Possesses Abundant Vitality

But when I turned around, claws ready to lash out, what greeted me instead was a dazzlingly handsome face! His dark red hair was styled with gel into a deliberately tousled look, lending a sense of wild beauty to his slightly babyish features, which somehow made him seem all the more roguish. His smile was pure scoundrel.

He wore a red racing-style leather jacket and tight black leather pants, long legs accentuated by motorcycle boots—a cultured hooligan if ever I saw one!

I twisted my waist, but the pain in my tail only grew worse. My eyes filled with mist, and I hunched over, trying to hook my paws onto his hand to ease my burden.

“Well, well! Is this little kitten worth all this chaos?” he drawled, amusement dancing in his eyes. He even hefted me in his hand, shaking my wounded tail up and down with deliberate force!

I yowled in pain at each jolt; the wound from last night’s suspension tore open again, blood seeping out.

“Boss…” The group exchanged uneasy glances, at a loss for words before this man.

My scalp tingled. So he was the boss? No wonder he was so detestable—he was the ringleader!

At his side stood a stunning beauty, draping herself seductively over his shoulder. “Mingxuan… forget about this kitten. Just have someone finish it off. We could… mmm…” As she spoke, her hand slid along the man’s impressively toned waist.

Mingxuan? The name gave me pause—wasn’t that the “amazing man” those women had been gossiping about earlier?

Han Mingxuan smirked, catching the wandering hand, then trailed a finger from her navel up to her chin, finally tipping it up.

The woman drew a deep breath, feeling his breath brush her face, closing her eyes in anticipation.

But the tenderness she imagined never came. Han Mingxuan simply shifted his hand, flicking her cheek instead.

“What’s the rush, hmm?” His tone was unhurried, whether from indifference or mockery was impossible to tell.

“Oh, you’re awful!” she pouted, tapping his chest coquettishly. “You know how much I’ve missed you, can’t stand it another moment…”

Her syrupy murmurs made the men in the room squirm with discomfort. As for me, I wriggled the most—I was in agony! Not only did my tail throb, but my stomach churned, and I nearly retched.

I had no fondness for this woman, especially after her casual suggestion to have me killed.

It’s people like her—so devoid of compassion—that fill the world with stray animals!

Sensing my silent censure, she glared, swatting at me. I immediately shrieked and flailed.

Acting on instinct, I raised my paw and scratched her pristine, makeup-caked hand, leaving three deep red lines.

“Aah!” she screamed, her face twisting with rage as she raised her hand to strike me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, but instead of pain, I heard a soft smack.

Opening them hesitantly, I saw Han Mingxuan holding her delicate hand, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Be good, wait for me in the private room.”

“But—” She twisted her wrist, glaring daggers at me.

“Go.” His deep command echoed with the authority of a master chastening a kitten.

She wilted instantly, pouting as she nodded and slunk away, still muttering curses as she tended her scratched hand.

“You all, leave as well.” With a wave, Han Mingxuan dismissed the others, who hurried out, not daring even to breathe.

I was still struggling, but he merely circled around, producing a rope from who knows where. Grabbing my hind legs, he bound them together!

This was downright cat abuse!

I glared at this pervert in outrage, dragging myself forward on my forepaws like a stranded seal.

He burst out laughing. Then, with a jerk, he dragged me right back to him!

Only then did I notice the remaining length of rope in his hand, clearly kept just for reeling me in.

His smug grin made me lash out with my paw in irritation. But when my claws raked his hand, I felt the force of the strike—yet not a mark was left behind! It was as though I’d scratched steel.

“Little cat, stop struggling. Come, let’s find something fun for you to do.”

He grabbed my front paws and hoisted me up. Though I meowed in protest, I was relieved he’d finally stopped yanking my poor, wounded tail.

Carried like a sack, I was taken toward a distant room. On the way, I saw him take out his phone and send several identical texts:

4007, waiting for you.

What was he planning? Some sort of cat-killing gathering?

Though it read like an invitation, who invited so many at once?

He walked slowly, as if in no hurry, and I dangled helplessly from his grasp, full of regret. Why hadn’t I squeezed into that little hole with Xiao Yun earlier? If I hadn’t chosen to protect her and circled around instead, I wouldn’t have ended up in this man’s clutches! Even if I’d been chased, things couldn’t have turned out this badly.

When he finally stopped, my eyes widened in utter disbelief—I was so shocked, I couldn’t even put my feelings into words.

Above the bar was a series of private rooms for gatherings, and outside the door of the luxury suite labeled 4007 stood several beautiful women.

“Honey, you finally remembered me?” One of them, flashing sultry eyes, sashayed over, her movements brazen and flirtatious.

“I didn’t even have time to put on makeup before I rushed here!” pouted another, stomping her fishnet-clad foot.

I snorted. Not made-up? Yours is the thickest of all!

“Mm.” Han Mingxuan simply grunted, opening the door to usher the women inside.

I counted—four in total! Including the one from earlier, five! Five!

The woman from before briefly looked crestfallen when she saw him bring in so many beauties, but she quickly recovered, strutting over with a seductive smile even more alluring than the one she wore when she threatened my life. The competition between women was palpable—she was determined to outshine them all.

Han Mingxuan tossed me onto a nearby sofa. I bounced, then righted myself with my unbound forepaws.

“Little cat, watch closely, all right?” Han Mingxuan tapped my nose. “Don’t be shy—eat your fill.”

I shrank back, not understanding what he meant, a cold shiver creeping down my spine.

Before I could react, the women vied for his attention, pressing themselves against him. With practiced ease, they stripped down, some reclining seductively on the bed, others sitting elegantly on the floor—each more provocative than the last.

Han Mingxuan welcomed them all without hesitation, joining the fray with enthusiasm. Laughter and flirtatious squeals rang out as flesh and limbs tangled in a dizzying display.

My jaw nearly dropped to the floor—I was utterly stupefied by the scene before me!

What on earth was happening?!

Han Mingxuan’s hands caressed one, his lips kissed another, and the women, far from bashful, served him eagerly, as if unbothered by sharing.

I sat in a daze until, after a long while, as one of the women began to moan, white mist started to rise from Han Mingxuan’s body.

I struggled with all my might, but the rope around my legs held fast. Clawing myself forward inch by inch, I finally reached the edge of the sofa—just in time! As I almost tumbled off, I drew in all the vital energy streaming from him, swallowing it into my belly.

“Hic…” I burped, silently thanking heaven for this unexpected feast.

Han Mingxuan glanced at me in puzzlement. I shrank back, curling up on the sofa, feigning perfect obedience.

He smiled, then turned to another woman, resuming his vigorous play.

Again? So soon?

Though I’d seen men and women copulate before, the spectacle before me—the sheer intensity, the man’s exceptional looks—left me overwhelmed. Even as a cat, I felt embarrassed, wanting to cover my face and look away.

“Look up! Watch me!” His deep, commanding growl, in perfect rhythm, startled me into compliance.

Was he talking to me? But he didn’t turn his head—perhaps the order was meant for the woman beneath him?

I sighed, resigning myself to wait it out, musing that this man certainly knew how to enjoy himself.

What’s more, he was remarkably resilient. Usually, after having their essence drained, men would collapse in exhaustion, unwilling to move—sometimes needing ten days or more to recover. Yet he was ready for action again in no time.

After a long while, even longer than before, the pace quickened, and Han Mingxuan let out another low, guttural roar.

I knew that sound well—it was always the prelude to his vital energy escaping.

But Xiao Yun had told me: after a man’s essence is drained, even the strongest won’t recover quickly, not for at least ten days or half a month.

Yet here he was again, torrents of thick white mist streaming from him, flowing toward the women’s bodies.

In a daze, I pounced, thinking of nothing but opening my mouth and gulping down another feast—finishing with another satisfied burp.

Only then did suspicion creep into my heart. Why was this man so different from what Xiao Yun described?