Chapter 120
"...Even like this, is the cat cuter?"
"...Rawr."
Yoo Seol-ah makes a little paw with her hand and presses it to her cheek. She's obviously embarrassed, her eyes darting away. Getting all shy like that but still pulling off something this bold—that's so Seol-ah, and ridiculously cute.
"...You said we were going to see cats, so why rawr?"
"T-tigers are part of the cat family too, right? Same difference..."
Even when I point it out, she barrels right through. Watching my amused expression, Seol-ah's face starts turning redder by the second. And like always when she's embarrassed, she raises her voice instead.
"...W-what, got a problem?"
"No..."
No complaints here—it's a feast for the eyes. Her hair's still in that side ponytail, doubling the cuteness, and now she's added cat ears on top. They're the exact same silver as her hair, so she must've colored them to match somehow. For something thrown together in five minutes, the quality's insane.
"...Don't stare so much..."
"......"
Didn't you get all dressed up for me to look? Telling me not to stare at you like this is straight-up torture.
I reluctantly lower my gaze as she covers her face with one hand. Her outfit's the same as before, and behind her... a swishing tail?
...A moving tail?
"...Wait, are you actually a cat?"
"I'm a person!?"
Cat costumes are mainstream these days, so I figured they'd have high-quality ears and tails. But a moving one? That I didn't expect.
Sure, tech's advanced enough for battery-powered ones, but even the ones I know can't swish that naturally. No matter how I look at it, that's way too real—like a real cat's tail.
Catching my puzzled look, Seol-ah answers before I can ask.
"...Well, it's like synchronization... or something."
"Synchronization?"
She hesitates for a second, then decides she can't hide it and starts explaining.
"Remember that time? In your dream..."
"Oh, yeah—you had a tail back then too."
It was thin and long, black, with a heart-shaped tip—the classic succubus kind. I could tell it was off, but Seol-ah had slipped into my dream herself. So she can probably manifest one in reality too.
"...Yeah, after practicing a bit, I could move it naturally. Summoning and unsummoning it is easy now."
"So you synced it with that?"
"...Yeah. And it has sensation."
The gray tail sways right in front of me, tempting me to grab it, but hearing it has feeling makes me hold back—I'd get yelled at for sure.
She stops talking, pushing past her embarrassment to meet my eyes.
Rawr.
...Does that mean she wants to take the lead tonight? The petite frame and costume scream cute, but she's put real effort in, so she probably has specific ideas.
"...You're too tall. Can't you shrink a bit?"
"You grow faster... Mmph."
Standing on tiptoes doesn't quite reach, so she pouts, puffs her cheeks, then tugs my face down for a kiss. Not in the hallway, apparently—just light lip brushes.
Over her shoulder, that upright, swishing tail keeps drawing my eye. Recent cat research says that's extreme happiness and affection.
It might not work exactly like a real cat's, but Seol-ah loves kissing this much—same vibe for sure.
"Mmm... Hnnh."
No tongue, but the kiss drags on long. She pulls back with a dopey smile, then blushes and covers my eyes.
"...Don't laugh!..."
You smiled too... Hers was unconscious, and so was mine. I could face a hundred tigers without flinching, but one smile from her shakes me. She's more beast than any tiger right now.
Her face flushed, Seol-ah works her lips, then grabs my collar and heads to the bedroom.
Swish swish— It caught my eye from the front, but from behind? I need to touch it.
Bracing for the scolding, I sneak a hand to the moving tail with my free side.
"Hyang!?...Y-you...!"
"...It really has feeling."
"I said it did... Why would I lie...!"
The texture's like high-end fake fur, but that reaction seals it.
She glares once, then we reach the bed. She settles in, sitting face-to-face, and asks:
"...Even like this, is the cat cuter?"
"......"
One more tease and she'd really sulk, so I give it straight.
The cosplay's cute, sure, but Seol-ah prepping this over a joke? That's the cutest part.
"No way."
"...Hng."
No expression change, just a little hum, but her tail's swishing way faster now. She's always worn her heart on her sleeve, but this feels like cheating.
She notices, pins it to the floor with her hand. Deep breath, then she leans in again.
Another kiss, bolder on the bed—tongues tangle without hesitation.
"Mmm... Chuup."
She shows no sign of stopping. Feeling her soft lips, I naturally fall back as she pushes.
"Haa... Tonight, we're doing it gentle..."
"...You like it rough too."
"......"
She blanks for a sec, but arousal from the kiss overrides any hesitation.
"...It's so good it hurts! You don't get it. My brain feels like it's breaking!?"
Cute complaint, but it conjures images of her utterly wrecked—blood rushes south instantly.
"...Hah, total perv. What're you thinking..."
"......"
Straddling for a kiss, she usually sits on my lower abs. But hands on my chest, and... something strokes my dick.
...The tail.
Not hard pressure—just feather-light grazes, a novel pleasure.
Succubus influence making her tail so skilled? It reminds me—fighting the pleasure, I ask:
"...So where's this tail attached?"
"L-like a belt!!...Don't get weird ideas...?"
Her reaction says she's thinking dirty too—reassuring, since she knows more sex stuff than me lately.
She glares, tenses the tail stroking me into a light slap.
Paired with her furrowed brow, it's intoxicating.
She can't hold back anymore, slides down, strips my bottoms.
"...Hoo..."
Shucks her panties, grips my base, adjusts her hips. Soft, yielding flesh kisses the tip, then pauses at her slick entrance.
"...Kiss..."
She always begs for one before inserting—scared herself.
"Hngh!?... Hn, haa♡..."
Lips part against her will; she climaxes weakly on entry, unchanged.
She buries her face in my shoulder, trembling.
That masochistic spark hits—I thrust up lightly.
"Higuk♡!?... Ahhha!... Haa... I-I said gentle!"
Caught off-guard, her teary eyes blame me.
Guilt and sadism swirl in that classic Seol-ah look. Gotta apologize nicely today.
"Sorry."
"...Tch."
She calms a bit, leans further.
"...If you're sorry, kiss me..."
She loves face-to-face for the kissing. I lift my head, steal her lips.
"This is the original tail."
"It's really on your tailbone?"
Even gentle, the pleasure's the same total—she slumps, limp-waisted. She ditches the belt; the black succubus tail from before summons.
"Horns too."
Small, sleek ones—just like Karote's.
I stare, fascinated; she shoots a suspicious look.
"You like the tail that much?"
"...It's novel?"
"...Come to think of it, you came a lot today... You don't really love animal ears and tails that much, do you? Suspicious."
Her repeated "suspicious" has me scrambling to clear it up. I like humans only!
"Nah, not 'cause it's animal stuff..."
"Denying it so hard makes it more suspicious..."
She knows everything— she's baiting me into fetish territory on purpose. Time for counterattack.
"I like it 'cause you did it."
"Eut!..."
Direct hit. Victory mine as she basks, unhidden blush. But she climbs back on.
"...Seol-ah?"
...Enemy commander's revived. My fault?
"...School tomorrow... Mmph."
School? Who cares. Succubus mode or not, her lust shows no signs of stopping.