072 Dekan’s Major Crisis
Cornelia lightened her steps.
At this moment, she looked quite like someone who wanted to catch a pigeon.
Afraid of making too much noise, yet also worried that moving too slowly would scare the pigeon away.
She even held her breath.
Was this a miracle?
Or was the little cat sick and thus in a coma?
Cornelia couldn’t help but doubt in her heart.
But thinking that the little cat might need help, she slightly quickened her pace.
However, when she reached the little cat, she unintentionally blocked the sunlight that had been shining on it.
The cat instinctively flipped over, scratched its cheek, and continued to sleep soundly.
Cornelia finally confirmed that this was a little cat that wasn’t afraid of her!
An indescribable excitement welled up in her heart, her body bubbling with indescribable excitement and delight.
She felt her heart racing as if it would explode.
She gently patted her chest and took a deep breath.
This calmed her emotions slightly.
She gently placed the cat food she was holding onto the ground.
Then she walked to the tree and sat down next to the light gray kitten, her expression full of tenderness.
She observed it like this for several minutes, finally unable to resist trying to touch it.
Perhaps this would wake it up and make it run away.
But being able to stay by its side for so long, and even touch it, Cornelia was already content.
The moment her fingers touched the kitten, it felt as if a current flowed from her fingertips into her heart.
Soft and fluffy.
The kitten showed no signs of resistance whatsoever.
Cornelia felt an overwhelming sense of happiness.
It was like a dream.
She shook her head, pinched her cheek, and couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.
She was somewhat greedy and carefully picked up the kitten, letting it lie in her embrace.
Then she continued to observe it.
…
Dekan felt as if he were dreaming back to Demon Academy.
The familiar fragrance, the soft, warm touch on his skin, and that abnormally relaxing sense of security.
He could almost hear someone’s heartbeat.
Beating a little faster than his own heart.
It was conducive to sleep.
He wanted to sleep a little longer.
No, he shouldn’t get lost like this.
He would never wake up.
His consciousness gradually returned, and Dekan the Cat slowly opened his eyes.
Rather than the light shining through the tree shadows, what caught his attention more was the red hair falling diagonally and those clear-as-a-spring-water eyes.
Dekan’s eyes widened involuntarily.
He didn’t expect to wake up in Cornelia’s embrace.
He had initially only intended to come here and pretend to be an ordinary magical cat so that he could play with Cornelia when she came.
Unexpectedly, he fell asleep on the lawn.
Even during his rest, he was picked up by Cornelia.
Dekan realized that he had absolutely no sense of caution around her.
If anyone else or another cat had approached, he was sure he would have woken up immediately.
“Sorry, sorry, kitty…”
Seeing the frightened look of the kitten in her arms, Cornelia’s eyes carried a tinge of melancholy as she reluctantly relaxed her hold, preparing to set it down.
She had startled it after all.
“Meow.”
But she realized that the kitten’s fear seemed to be only temporary, as it quickly calmed down again.
“Y-you, don’t you… fear me?”
Cornelia asked timidly with a hint of testing in her voice.
Spirit Cats, besides knowing Spirit Magic, can also understand human language.
Like Teacher Cat, a boss-level Spirit Cat, who can even speak Norton Kingdom Language.
Dekan nodded, his eyes still cold and clear, but without any sign of resistance.
Cornelia bit her lips and couldn’t help but reveal a joyful smile.
There was actually a day like this!
“Can I… can I touch you?”
The cat hesitated slightly, then nodded again.
“Th-thank you!”
Cornelia carefully controlled her strength, her small hand gently touching the kitten’s jaw.
Then she slowly stroked it a couple of times.
Seeing that the kitten showed no sign of resistance, she daringly touched its head and back.
She gradually began to notice that although this little cat looked aloof, its temperament was extremely gentle.
Thus, Cornelia’s hands gradually reached towards the kitten’s stomach.
However, this time the kitten began to struggle.
It seemed it was ticklish, flailing its limbs.
Cornelia stopped immediately.
She then carefully poked the kitten’s paw pads.
The kitten showed no response, acting as if it let her do whatever she wanted.
It seemed there was no problem.
This kitten’s intention was quite clear.
No struggling meant yes.
Struggling meant no.
Cornelia’s hand continued to rub the kitten’s soft fur, her gaze becoming increasingly indulgent.
It seemed the more she touched it, the more addicted she got, and she would occasionally lift the kitten and rub it against her cheeks.
Dekan’s eyes showed a slight helplessness but gradually turned reconciliatory.
He remembered feeling quite afraid when he first encountered Cornelia at school.
Later, he realized she actually knew how to very well control her strength.
She almost never accidentally hurt others.
It was just that Cornelia sometimes got too excited, so her trembling appearance made it seem like she couldn’t control her strength.
She was probably often misunderstood since childhood.
Alright, it was probably time to escape.
Cornelia’s mood should have improved by now.
Just as Dekan was about to wriggle out of Cornelia’s embrace and flip down,
“Wait, wait a moment.”
Cornelia said, holding Dekan close to her chest, her eyes gazing at the cat’s eyes with reluctance.
“Just stay for a bit longer… Just a little longer, alright?”
Ah.
Dekan’s heart started to waver.
This wasn’t good.
He couldn’t be lenient, otherwise, who knows how long she would keep him!
“Meow…”
Dekan still nodded.
Cornelia was too crafty.
How could one possibly refuse such looks?
Cornelia began to gently stroke the cat’s smooth fur with increasingly skilled hands.
Dekan couldn’t help but close his eyes, enjoying the comfortable massage, his mind growing somewhat numb.
Cornelia seemed to still be trying out which parts of the cat’s body she could touch.
She tried from the ears to the tail.
Satisfying her intense curiosity.
Finally, she stared at the cat for a long time.
“You… you’re a boy… I can see…!”
While speaking, Cornelia slowly stretched out her hand, attempting to touch a certain area.
At this moment, even Dekan felt a chill down to his bones and immediately opened his eyes.
“Meow meow meow!”
The cat desperately struggled in Cornelia’s embrace, rolled onto the grass, and stood steadily, suddenly resembling a puffed-up little tiger.
Whew! Just in time!
Too dangerous!
If Cornelia really didn’t control her strength well…
He’d be done for!
And, in any case, if a girl he interacted with daily touched something like that…
How could they possibly continue working together in the future?!
