Chapter 68: Tremors Within the Soul

That urge to pee wasn’t so strong at first, but soon I was clenching my thighs, trembling uncontrollably.
I hesitated, wondering if I should wake Wang Chuan.
But Wang Chuan was nestled deep in the blankets, sleeping soundly. If I woke him now, would he be even angrier?
So I stood atop the table, enduring as long as I could, my legs rubbing together restlessly.
Finally, when I felt the floodgates about to burst, the pressure almost explosive, I called out in embarrassment, my voice barely audible.
“Master…”
“Master…”
Tail tucked, I called several times, but Wang Chuan ignored me, slumbering peacefully beneath the covers.
I licked my lips, feeling as though I might drip any moment, unable to hold back. I took a step forward, paws trembling.
Too much water—my stomach sloshed uncomfortably. Thankfully, Wang Chuan didn’t react, still asleep!
Relieved, I took another step—
A sudden “pop!”—something small and bead-like struck my paw!
I yelped, nearly tumbling off the table, only to feel someone steady me. Looking up, I found Wang Chuan standing before me, smiling mischievously.
“Master…” I murmured, a smile tinged with embarrassment. “Master, I want… I…”
“What do you want?” He reached out, feigning concern as he touched the paw that had just been struck by the bead.
“I want…”
I faltered, tongue twisted in knots by embarrassment.
Time dragged agonizingly slow, every second a torment.
At last, I whispered, “I want to relieve myself…”
“What does ‘relieve’ mean?” He shook his hand, settling into the chair. “I don’t understand.”
My face flushed red. “Pee…”
“Hm?” He leaned in as if he hadn’t heard, “What?”
“Master, I… I want to pee! Please, let me go…”
Driven to desperation by the urge, I pleaded loudly, giving in to this demon’s game.
“Good kitty.” He patted the flesh beside my cheeks, and from somewhere produced a shallow little basin. “Do it here.”
“What?” I stared, dumbfounded, at the small basin that now served as a chamber pot.
He wanted me to pee in front of him?!
Goosebumps shot up all over me, fur bristling, but I dared not protest, only pleaded,
“Master, let me go to the bathroom, I… I can’t… please, I’m sorry, I won’t ask others for help again…”
“No.” Wang Chuan smiled, looking more devilish than ever. “This is your reward. Unless White Meow wants the master’s help?”
“No, no, no, no, no!” I clamped my legs together, retreating, anxiety surging in my chest. “No need…”

“So, you’re not used to being a cat, and want to pee in human form?”
“No!” I cried out, desperate, and instantly turned away, shielding myself with my tail. “...Master, don’t look.”
No reply, but my belly was already in chaos, armies charging forth, ready to burst out.
There was some sand in the little basin; I could only truly regard myself as a cat, bracing my paws on either side, pushing hard.
A house cat using the toilet before humans—nothing to be ashamed of! Better than exposing myself in human form.
The urge was overwhelming, and with my tail supposedly hiding me well, the sound of water splashing soon filled the room.
Hearing it, I wished I could bury myself in a sandpit.
But Wang Chuan looked as though he was savoring the moment—like the thrill of a successful torment.
A true pervert, enjoying the sight of a cat peeing…
I grumbled internally, feeling a slight electric buzz through my collar, quickly shutting up and standing obediently.
A large patch of sand was soaked; I dared not even glance that way. Suddenly, Wang Chuan drew a tissue and directly—
“Where are you touching?!” I leaped three feet high in protest.
“After going to the bathroom, shouldn’t you wipe your bottom?” he replied lazily, beckoning with a finger, his eyes commanding, making me shudder.
“Master, I’ll wipe myself…” I reached out a paw for the tissue, but he pushed it aside.
“Tsk, what cat wipes itself?” He smirked, bent down, approaching me step by step. “Spread your legs yourself.”
My breathing grew erratic. Those wicked eyes, and my long habit of obedience, seemed to hypnotize me—I spread my hind legs on my own.
But my tail stubbornly stood upright, trying to shield me.
Yet for Wang Chuan, my stumpy tail was no defense. One finger pressed it down, and the tissue settled over…
Wang Chuan’s face remained impassive, just as he said—no hint of desire, just methodically tending to me.
But for me, his touch, even through the tissue, made me tremble, my face burning.
That interminable wiping felt even more humiliating than before.
When finished, Wang Chuan tossed the tissue aside. “You need a bath.”
True, I hadn’t bathed in two days, but he hadn’t given me the chance either!
“I…”
I started to explain, then recalled the last scalding water incident, so I clung to Wang Chuan’s hand, not caring about anything else.
“Master, I’ll bathe as soon as I get back.”
Even my own voice sounded shaky, whether from nerves or fear of another hot water ordeal, I was anxious to the core.
“Mm.” Wang Chuan nodded, scooped me up, and tossed me onto the bed!
I hadn’t yet adjusted to the trembling mattress when a thick blanket swept over me, covering everything!
Before the blanket could settle, Wang Chuan suddenly appeared before my eyes! With a soft thud, the blanket landed, pinning him atop me.
And I, limbs sprawled, was trapped beneath him.

I wanted to struggle, but my four paws were powerless.
My belly churned, the discomfort overwhelming.
Curious, I wondered why I still felt feverish, though I’d just relieved myself.
As I pondered, I saw in the darkness of the bedding, Wang Chuan’s eyes shining like twin stars.
I hurriedly shut my eyes, but the burning in my gut grew worse.
Then, suddenly, a strong scent of masculinity swept into my mouth!
Oh my god!
Wang Chuan kissed me!
He—kissed—a—cat?!
I stared, wide-eyed, utterly bewildered!
But Wang Chuan didn’t give me time to react, pressing me firmly below him.
As the masculine scent slowly poured into my stomach, I felt a strange coolness.
I hadn’t felt well all this time because Wang Chuan hadn’t removed the souls inside my belly.
Among those souls, a few were foul, making me miserable.
And Wang Chuan, simply mouth-to-mouth, did nothing else. I stiffened, barely daring to move or speak, afraid my sharp tongue might hurt him.
It was like artificial respiration; Wang Chuan’s tongue moved suddenly, its roughness brushing within my mouth, then hooked out several dark souls.
He squinted, eyeing the souls, and teased, “Are these the ones that turned you into a stumpy-tailed cat?”
I was too embarrassed to reply, still in a dazed, ethereal state, as I saw Wang Chuan’s hand reach out.
His hand was tinged with a dark violet hue, veins showing, oddly different from his usual fair softness, with long, claw-like fingers revealing knuckle bones.
He pinched one of the black souls between thumb and forefinger, and with a snap—
A wail!
I heard the soul’s cry, then it shattered completely!
One by one, all the souls were destroyed at his fingertips, vanishing from sight.
And my body, from its feline form, slowly elongated, returning to what it once was meant to be.
But I was still dumbstruck, staring blankly at the scene.
Until his lips descended once more…