So, recently, I’ve been dreaming of catboys… funny enough. I feel like, maybe I should write it into a short story. So, this story will be a romance between a streamer who’s a catboy, and a regular human, who’s only an audience. Well, let’s enjoy April Fool’s lmao.
This will take place in San Eunosia as usual, but with a twist. Since it’s April, I decided to add some fun by including Hybrid into the universe.
Please do note that the real San Eunosia will not contain any hybrid such as catboy or something like this. No. Not happening.
Character: Evan “luzenlumen_” Luzen (audience, regular human, main character), Andrew “wlsncatbxy_” Wilson (streamer, catboy, male lead)
Tropes: Cute, Fluffy, Comedy, Smut, Softies, Simp, AudienceToLover, Business_PartnersToLover, whatever that comes to my mind (Random)
Enjoy the story!
nongzeph_
Hello, I’m Evan Luzen.
I am just a regular person working in one of the biggest accountancy firms in Xenia District.
While I was out there, working overtime without getting any extra pay, I secretly had a heart on this one particular guy on the platform called Hit.
Hit is a live-streaming platform for streamers. Whether it’s for fun or for a living, it does pay their creators well.
Streamers can choose the category they wanted to stream, such as ASMR, gaming, or even just chatting.
Oh well, back to my story.
Over the past few decades, scientists have discovered a new type of human.
They can shapeshift from animal to human or mix features from both forms into one—such as having cat ears, while being human.
This type of person is called… Hybrid.
Fortunately, the streamer I really favor… is a catboy, one of the traits in the hybrid.
As the name suggested, he can shapeshift into a cat, and a human.
He’s actually one of the biggest hybrid streamers in the entire platform, with half-a-million followers and counting.
He is… one of the cutest streamers I’ve ever met in my life.
His soft-looking ears I would like to play with, his fluffy tails I would like to, and his thick hair I would like to take a whiff.
Ugh, isn’t he the cutest?
Anyway, today is Friday.
He’s going to stream later, which is around 8 p.m.
I can’t wait!
As I stepped my foot into the company’s premises, I felt like my energy drained in an instant.
“What’s good, Evan,” Chris said as he hit my back playfully.
Chris has been my friend since the university days.
He just joined our firm last month since the firm he used to work at… accidentally went bankrupt.
“I feel like dying today,” I groaned, pressing the elevator button.
“Don’t feel too stress,” he said, smacking my back firmly.
“I wish,” I said. “But my boss always makes me do things. I feel so sick about this, to be fair.”
“Look on the positive side,” he shot back. “Today is finally Friday. We can sleep late or wake up late tomorrow.”
“Yeah yeah,” I sighed, rolling my eyes.
We got into the elevator and went to the 17th floor.
As soon as I logged into the computer, emails and a bunch of messages sent from my colleagues flooded my screen.
Sometimes, I have an idea of getting rid of them since they are annoying as fuck, but I couldn’t do it since it’s illegal for me to kill anyone.
I took a deep breath and started replying to emails.
Hours later, after typing nonstop for almost an hour, I finally cleared everything from my inbox.
God, that was exhausting.
Really exhausting, by the way.
Oh well, it’s time to start my work anyway.
As I was auditing the data for my client, a notification pinged my phone.
It was an announcement from Andrew, the catboy streamer I love.
As I skimmed through the notification, my mind went nuts.
Is he serious?
Is it real?
Andrew announced he will organize a raffle draw event to go on a date with him next Saturday.
As a fanboy like me, who wouldn’t want to sign up, right?
My fingers quickly keyed in the information, praying for the best in my mind.
After I finished filling out the form, I went back to the audit again.
Hours passed, it’s now lunchtime.
“Let’s go eat lunch,” Chris said, tapping my shoulder gently.
“Wait for me,” I said, rummaging through my bag for my wallet.
We walked toward the elevator.
“What do you want to eat?” he asked.
“Anything’s fine,” I said, shrugging.
“Japanese?” he suggested.
I nodded.
We got into Chris’ Mercedes and headed straight to the nearest Japanese restaurant.
We sat down and looked at our menu.
“Bento looks nice,” I said, scanning the menu.
“True,” he said, nodding as we speak. “Look at those teriyakis, egg rolls, and even those salmon—it makes me crave for it so bad.”
“We shall get the bento set then,” I suggested, slightly smirking.
We then placed the order our meal—Chris got himself a salmon bento, while I got myself a chicken teriyaki set.
Both set came with a drink combo. He picked the classic orange juice, and I chose the iced lemon tea since it’s my favorite drink after all.
“Is your work tough?” he asked. “I hope your boss doesn’t put you through shit that much.”
“Not really,” I sighed, grabbing a pair of chopsticks from the drawer at the side of the table. “My life is pretty chill, to be honest. My client’s work wasn’t too bad either.”
“That’s good to hear,” he nodded with a sigh, his movement became energy-less in an instant. “Mine is pretty shit. My boss kept scolding me for no reason. I don’t fucking understand at all.”
“I think I know who you’re talking about,” I said. “It’s no other than the fucking Powell Johnson.”
“Don’t bring his name up, please,” he groaned, slumping onto the table with a cry. “I’m already mortified seeing his email.”
“Powell Johnson,” I repeated, teasing him, only to make him cry even louder.
“Here’s your bentos,” the waitress came and placed the food on our table. “Drinks are on the way.”
“Thank you,” I said, giving her a gentle smile.
While Chris was crying on the table, I quickly munched my chicken teriyaki.
It was fucking good. I really fucking love it.
Holy shit, guys. I couldn’t believe how good it tasted.
Best meal ever.
Thanks, Chris.
“Food…” he groaned, scooping up a spoonful of rice.
Our drinks arrived.
As soon as he took a bite of his salmon, his eyes widened.
“Good, right?” I asked with a smirk.
“It’s so good,” he moaned with pleasure as he continued chewing his salmon.
We then ate our food in peace since we didn’t really have the time to chitchat, and to catch up with the latest and hottest office drama.
“Who’s paying first?” he asked, pulling out his card.
“You,” I said with a smirk.
“Damn,” he rolled his eyes. “So fucking selfish.”
“You already pulled out your card so what’s the matter, mister?” I barked, pushing his nonexistent button.
“Whatever,” he chuckled, taking the bill like a pro.
The total was $29.45 for both our meals.
It wasn’t that bad, to be very honest with you.
If you wonder if that price had included the 10% service charge and 9% value-added tax, yes, it had been included.
So, divided by two, I only had to pay him… $14.73.
It was a really good deal.
It was.
Oh well, right after we settled our bills, we went back to the office and continued where we left off.
Two hours passed, an email from my boss arrived in my mailbox.
From: Sarah JOHANNSEN <[email protected]>
To: Evan LUZEN <[email protected]>
Subject: [NOTICE] New VIP Client
Sensitivity: CONFIDENTIAL \ HIGH-SENSITIVITY
Hello Evan,
There’s a new VIP client for our company, and the job has been assigned to you.
Please treat this customer well as he is one of the most important figures in the streaming industry.
Here’s the files—compiled into a zip for you to check and start the audit: VIP_Client.zip
Thank you,
Sarah J.God, new client again?
Wait.
In the email… she mentioned the client is an important figure in the streaming industry.
I had a doubt it would be Colorless Entertainment, the biggest streamer agency in our country.
I hummed as the file was being downloaded to my computer.
As I extracted the zip and went into the folder, my eyes widened in shock.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, staring at each file’s name as if I had never seen a file in the computer before.
The name.
Andrew Nicholas Wilson.
No way.
Fucking no way.
It couldn’t be him.
It couldn’t be wlsncatbxy_.
No fucking way.
I slowly checked more of his personal data.
Fuck. Everything matched.
Website: hit.com/wlsncatbxy_
Email: [email protected]
Birthday: July 17, 2002.
Everything matched.
Literally matched. 100% accurate.
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
From: Evan LUZEN <[email protected]>
To: Sarah JOHANNSEN <[email protected]>
Subject: RE: [NOTICE] New VIP Client
Sensitivity: CONFIDENTIAL \ HIGH-SENSITIVITY
Dear Sarah,
I do not think I am able to handle such a big job like this. It is far beyond my expertise and my ability to handle such high confidential files, numbers of the total income, as well as the client’s personal information of an important figure in the industry. Hence, I would like to withdraw and seek if possible to reassign this job to other employees.
Regards,
EvanI couldn’t do it.
Since being an auditor required me to call and meet with the client in person.
How am I supposed to meet Andrew’s face?
I mean, I could meet him… but could I really hold back my excitement and eagerness to tell him I am his big fan?
I don’t think I could.
So, that’s why it’s the best for me to pass down my opportunity to—
From: Sarah JOHANNSEN <[email protected]>
To: Evan LUZEN <[email protected]>
Subject: RE: [NOTICE] New VIP Client
Sensitivity: CONFIDENTIAL \ HIGH-SENSITIVITY
Dear Evan,
I hear you and I totally understand your position.
However, as every employees are currently at full capacity of clients, we are unable to reassign this job to anyone else.
Hence, this job will be yours until the client terminates the contract.
Thank you for your understanding. I know you can do it!
I will give the client your contact information after I sent out the email you’re currently reading. Please expect an email from him in no time.
Regards,
Sarah J.Fuck my life, Jesus.
Chris was full as well? I didn’t know that.
Oh well, I should try my best to be professional.
I took a deep breath and started looking at his spreadsheet.
God damn, I’m pretty sure he slept through the computer class.
Well, it’s really nothing, to be fair. But I’m still wondering if this was his manager’s work or his own.
Ding.
From: Andrew Meow! <[email protected]>
To: [email protected] <[email protected]>
Subject: Meow! >:3
Hi Evan! :3
I’m Andrew, the streamer in Hit!
Reaching out for a connection. Hope you respond to this or I’ll get mad at you! Hmph!
Well, hope we can get a coffee at some cute café, and talk about the stuff I have to do as a grown ass adult. ^^
Warmest and cozy regards,
Andrew :3cLook at his email, he’s so cute!
How could I be professional with him, dude.
Tell me how.
Please.
From: Evan LUZEN <[email protected]>
To: Andrew Meow! <[email protected]>
Subject: RE: Meow! >:3
Sensitivity: PUBLIC \ NON-SENSITIVE
Greetings,
I’m Evan Luzen, an accountant at Ew Accountancy. It’s my pleasure to work with an important client like you.
I would like to know your availability so we can ‘get a coffee at some cute cafe’ and go through your documents.
Also, please bring your important documents such as your government ID, and original copies of your proof of income as these are required by our policy to verify your identity.
I look forward to meeting you in person. However, if you are not comfortable meeting in person, we can schedule a video conference meeting for both of us.
Best regards,
Evan Luzen
Accountant
Ew Accountancy
A: 1 Jamsil Road, Xenia District, San Eunosia, 93642
E: [email protected]
W: ew-saneunosia.co.nz
Best accountancy firm, for the best people in the industry.Gosh, writing that email drained my energy.
I wanted to add ‘GAHHH I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN EVER. RAHHHH’ into the email so bad.
But where in the world could I do that, when he’s literally my fucking VVVVIP client?
I couldn’t bring myself to do that kind of stuff to them… even though they’re my favorite person.
Well, everything went well… or so I thought.
From: Andrew Meow! <[email protected]>
To: Evan LUZEN <[email protected]>
Subject: Re: Meow! >:3
Hey Luzen-ie! :3
Alrighty! I’ll take note of that. Meow!
P.S. I think your name is quite familiar to one of the VIP viewers in my channel, luzenlumen_! It would be funny if you’re actually him! I’m so excited to meet my fan, who’s also indirectly work for me! >w<
Huggies,
Andrew :3Right, I forgot to mention to you, I had saved up enough channel points to get myself a VIP status.
Actually, not to brag, I was the first person to get the status since I had been watching since his debut.
I need my coffee—working with him took my soul and life away.
I grabbed my mug and crawled toward the pantry area to make myself a cup of the strongest coffee ever.
“I heard you’re dealing with a very important client,” Chris said from nowhere.
“Yes,” I sighed with pure sarcasm. “I love my job so fucking much.”
“Who is it that you got?” he asked with a smug, leaning against the counter.
“It’s someone,” I said, stirring my coffee.
“Must be some top-tier person, huh?” he teased.
“Shouldn’t you be doing your fucking work right now?” I shot back with a smirk.
“I’m here for the snack duh,” he sighed, rolling his eyes at me.
I sighed and walked back to my desk with the strongest coffee in my mug.
I dropped my ass onto the seat and continued working. Luckily I didn’t spill anything.
Few hours later, it’s five—time for me to go back home and enjoy my stream.
I swept my items into my bag and dashed out of the office.
God, today was interesting. I felt like I was about to die.
The amount of work was already too much for me to handle. But the most important part, I will be able to handle Andrew’s tax and stuff!
I’m so excited!
I happily drove back home, humming along the songs playing on the radio and shaking my head rhythmically.
“Home sweet home,” I jumped with joy, bouncing to the entrance of my house.
The allegation of me fanboying over Andrew Wilson will never be dropped from the chamber.
I quickly shoved my frozen meal into the microwave and went to shower while the microwave was doing its job.
I wiped myself dry with the towel and sprinted out with a pair of boxers, getting ready for the stream and the lovely night.
Gosh, I’m so excited!
I quickly typed in his Hit channel as soon as my bum touching my gaming chair.
[LIVE] 1-ON-1 DATE RAFFLE DRAW! + WEEKLY TEA WITH THE CAT! :3 | !comms / !yawn / !command / !meow
luzenlumen_: FIRST!!!!! :DChats slowly flooded the screen.
At this point, all I could do was wait.
Five minutes later, Andrew then turned on his camera.
“Hello everyone!” he said with a smile.
luzenlumen_: Hello there, Andrew! :3“Thanks for being the first, luzenlumen,” he smirked at the camera, his cat ears folding down gently. “I appreciate your dedication to be the first in everything in this channel.”
It felt like an arrow just stabbed directly into my heart.
He’s so cute!
“Shall we start our raffle draw then?” he asked.
The chat flooded with ‘YES’ in a few seconds.
He then slowly stirred his hand in the container filled with papers I doubted they’re audience’s username.
If I got picked, my heart would instantly—
“LUZEN THE LUMEN!” he shouted. “Congratulations! Chat, shall we congratulate him together?”
Burst.
Chats flooded with my username being pinged.
My tears slowly gushed around my eyes.
luzenlumen_: t-thank you… so much. everyone. dun be mad at me ya. XDAndrew laughed after the chat appeared in the streaming section.
“We won’t laugh at you,” he said with a smile.
Thank goodness.
“Well, I got some tea to spill this week,” he clapped his hand, coming back to the topic. “So, I finally partnered with one of the accounting firms in San Eunosia.”
Shit, he was talking about me.
“Not gonna lie,” he said, his cat ears standing up straight. “I had an amazing email with the accountant! He was so patient with me!”
The urge to tell him that I was the one who replied to his email was filled to the brim.
But I felt like it would be wrong to tell him that.
I should tell the truth on the date.
luzenlumen_: would you recommend the firm to us?“Luzen, seriously?” he asked. “Yes, I would! But the firm is quite expensive to deal with, to be honest with you.”
Of course, we’re one of the biggest accounting firms in the city, you dummy.
We then listened to him rambling to the drama that happened this week.
The rambling felt a bit too boring. So, I decided to do something.
“New donation alert,” the speech synthesizer announced. “From: luzenlumen_. Amount: $500.”
Andrew’s jaw dropped.
Chats filled with “damn sugar daddy luzen” in no time.
“Babe, you can’t spoil me now!” he whined. “B—But thanks for the donation, babe. Always appreciated when it comes from you.”
He then kissed the camera.
I practically fell from my chair when he smiled at us.
I let out a loud scream, mainly from drooling over Andrew too much.
“Let me do something,” he said and started typing.
A notification appeared from the corner of my screen.
It was from Andrew.
endru: hewo :3
luzenlozenges: hi ^^
endru: where do u wanna meet… meow~?
endru: i can meet anywhere tbh
luzenlozenges: uhh… starbucks maybe?
endru: alrighty :3
endru: meow
endru: ill tell u what i wear on that day! :3c
endru: it’ll be smth cute! trust me!
luzenlozenges: meow~
endru: looking forward to the date~! ;3c
luzenlozenges: cya meow!“Just had to talk to someone earlier,” he said.
Someone… you meant me?
We then watched him streaming for three hours before he concluded to an end.
“Thank you everyone for watching the stream!” he said with joy. “You can see my life update at Twitter, Instagram, and our community group chat! I’ll see everyone in the next stream, bye bye!”
The stream went offline.
As I was wandering and scrolling through my Twitter timeline, Andrew called me.
I was a bit nervous about picking up the call. But I did it anyway.
“Hello there,” he said, his tone happy.
“H—Hi,” I returned the greeting.
“What are you up to?” he asked. “Thanks for the $500 earlier, by the way. You don’t really have to do that.”
“It’s n—no big d—deal a—at all!” I stammered. “Plus, I just felt like doing it… haha.”
“Nice,” he hummed.
“I was scrolling through my timeline earlier,” I said. “It felt pretty boring, to be honest with you.”
“Mine, too,” he said. “It’s all about dramas and stuff. I’m quite tired of it, to be fair.”
Each beat of my heart became louder and heavier each second.
“Do you want to spend the night with me as well?” he asked. “I kinda felt bad after receiving $500 from you.”
HOW COULD HE ASK THAT?
“I—I mean… if you want to,” I said.
BROTHER. THE ANSWER WILL NEVER BE NO. NEVER EVER!
“Then let’s have a sleepover,” he said, giving the microphone a kiss. “I wanna know you better, too. I mean… you’re my first VIP, after all. You deserve some special care!”
“B—But… isn’t this a bit too much?” I asked, my octave spiking up as joy was flooding all over me.
“You deserve it, Luzen!” he insisted. “You’re one of the first viewers on my channel, so of course you deserve something good. Also, don’t be shy around me. I won’t bite you.”
“But you’re the streamer,” I whined. “I don’t really see many streamers hanging in calls with their fans.”
“I do,” he shot back with a soft chuckle. “I love to talk with my fans… especially my VIP.”
“I got something to tell you on the date itself, to be honest,” I said, fidgeting my fingers under the desk.
“Really?” he said eagerly. “Must be something nice then!”
“I’m not sure about that,” I replied, laughing softly at the end of the sentence.
“I hope it’s something good then!” he said.
Our calls went silent for a while.
“Do you wanna see my face?” he asked.
“I always see your face on streams,” I shot back.
“I know… but don’t you want to see it off stream?” he asked, his tone sweet.
“S—Sure…” I said hesitantly.
He turned on his webcam and there he was—still in the same clothes as when he streamed.
“Cute,” I teased.
“I know I am,” he chuckled, his tails wagging.
I felt like my face was burning like crazy.
“Let me see you,” he whined.
“My computer doesn’t have a webcam,” I shot back, crying dramatically.
“You’re so dramatic,” he burst out laughing, wiping his tears away as he spoke.
“Will you date your fan?” I asked.
“If they’re nice then yes,” he replied with a smile.
“Ahh…” I hummed, nodding behind the screen.
“You’re interested?” he teased, laughing playfully.
MISTER. HOW COULD YOU.
“I’m kidding,” he said, sticking out his tongue while closing his left eye.
“Where do you want to meet?” I asked, changing the subject entirely.
“I thought we agreed on meeting at Starbucks, no?” he said, his eyes adored me.
“That was the fastest response I could’ve thought of,” I said. “I know you were streaming so I had to reply fast. I mean… we can meet there if you want to.”
“Alrighty,” he nodded, his cat ears followed his head movement as well. “Dress nice or I’ll bite you!”
“Wahhh, I’m so scared,” I teased, making him burst out laughing once again.
“Luzen, you’re so funny!” he cackled.
I glanced at the time at the corner of the monitor.
It was around 10:42 p.m.
Quite late.
“I feel like going to bed now,” I started, breaking the silence.
“You’re going already?” he asked. “But tomorrow is Saturday.”
“I got something to do tomorrow as well…” I sighed. “My corporate job is the worst.”
“What’s your corporate job?” he asked with pure curiosity all over his face.
Accountant at Ew Accountancy.
“Joking, I don’t really wanna know,” he laughed it off. “It’s your private life. I shouldn’t be asking about that.”
“Right…” I replied awkwardly.
“I wanna hear you snore though,” he mumbled.
“What?” I shot back in pure shock.
He laughed again.
“You should go to sleep, my guy,” he said. “I can’t wait to see you next week.”
“Me too…” I confessed.
“Good night, Luzen!” he said happily, waving his hand excitedly.
“Sleep tight, Andrew,” I said with a grin before hanging up the call.
God, that was… interesting.
It was such a good day.
I love my life.
I bounced my way to my bedroom and jumped on the bed, preparing to call it a day.
As soon as my head touched the soft pillow, I passed out at once.
On both Saturday and Sunday, I prepared everything I needed—clothes, money, and some amount of… condom? Just in case anything happened, okay!? There’s a possibility of everything!
It’s now Monday.
I prepared myself to go to work like usual when suddenly—
endru: morningggg~ :3c
luzenlozenges: good morning andrew! :3
endru: do u have work today?
luzenlozenges: yes... sadly.
endru: do your best today!
endru: imma get some sleep after playing games all night.
luzenlozenges: have a good sleep then! :3c
endru: alrighty~ niniWhat a great way to start my day.
I quickly got in my car and drove to work like usual.
Jesus, it felt like my whole body was torn apart by every single person I’ve walked past in this fucking office.
I became the center of everyone’s attention just because Andrew became my work client.
Like… why?
What’s wrong with that?
Andrew is just a client and there’s no reason why everyone should divert their attention to me.
My email client rang.
From: Andrew Meow! <[email protected]>\
To: Evan LUZEN <[email protected]>
Subject: Meow?
Hi Evan! :3
I’m available around next week. What about you? I’m okay with meeting in person too! Meow!
Cat paws,
Andrew :3From: Evan LUZEN <[email protected]>
To: Andrew Meow! <[email protected]>
Subject: RE: Meow?
Sensitivity: PUBLIC \ NON-SENSITIVE
Dear Andrew,
Thank you for informing me about your availability. I am available to schedule a meeting anytime next week as well.
Please reply with a proposed date and location, as well as the timing.
Best regards,
Evan Luzen
Accountant
Ew Accountancy
A: 1 Jamsil Road, Xenia District, San Eunosia, 93642
E: [email protected]
W: ew-saneunosia.co.nz
Best accountancy firm, for the best people in the industry.From: Andrew Meow! <[email protected]>
To: Evan LUZEN <[email protected]>
Subject: Re: Meow?
Hewwo Evan! :3
What about next Monday at around 10am at Starbucks? Lemme know or I’ll bite you! >:c
Meowest to the meow,
Andrew :3From: Evan LUZEN <[email protected]>
To: Andrew Meow! <[email protected]>
Subject: RE: Meow?
Sensitivity: PUBLIC \ NON-SENSITIVE
Dear Andrew,
Thank you for the information. I am available on that day and be able to meet you at the location you proposed.
Looking forward to seeing you.
Best regards,
Evan Luzen
Accountant
Ew Accountancy
A: 1 Jamsil Road, Xenia District, San Eunosia, 93642
E: [email protected]
W: ew-saneunosia.co.nz
Best accountancy firm, for the best people in the industry.I quickly typed on my computer, keying in the new and most important event in my entire life at a light speed.
I then proceed to work on other clients’ work before starting on Andrew’s.
As soon as I opened his bank statement file, my eyes widened.
Jesus, he’s loaded.
I mean, I know he’s loaded since he’s one of the biggest streamers on the platform.
But I didn’t expect him to be this fucking loaded.
Well, he’s still humbled every time people donate to him, though.
Anyway, time to calculate the tax return and do the shitty work.
Hours later, I finally finished the pile of work.
Man, calculating tax for Andrew was one of the toughest jobs I’ve done since I work in this field.
I mean… he’s a big influencer, of course he had to pay for tools, commissions, and stuff.
But I think it’s possible for him to file it as ‘Business Expenses’, so he would pay less than the initial amount.
Well, I would get a chance to discuss it on the day itself.
I decided to write an email to Andrew to tell him of what I’ve done.
From: Evan LUZEN <[email protected]>
To: Andrew Meow! <[email protected]>
Subject: [NOTICE] Calculation of Your Initial Tax Return
Sensitivity: PUBLIC \ NON-SENSITIVE
Dear Andrew,
I have calculated the initial total amount of your tax you are supposed to pay the government.
However, this number is not the final as I do not know which transactions should be considered as ‘Business Expenses.’
By categorizing some transactions you had made as business expenses, you will be able to subsidize the total amount of tax. We will have a discussion on that matter on our scheduled meeting.
If there is anything you would like to clarify, please do let me know. I will try to get back to you as soon as possible.
Best regards,
Evan Luzen
Accountant
Ew Accountancy
A: 1 Jamsil Road, Xenia District, San Eunosia, 93642
E: [email protected]
W: ew-saneunosia.co.nz
Best accountancy firm, for the best people in the industry.As I was about to work on another task, an email from Andrew glided into my mailbox.
I couldn’t help but wheeze at his replies.
From: Andrew Meow! <[email protected]>
To: Evan LUZEN <[email protected]>
Subject: Re: [NOTICE] Calculation of Your Initial Tax Return
meow. cant wait to see youuuuuu. 🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱“Is that really him?” Sarah asked as she appeared from behind. “Maybe it’s because his manager drafted the email for him, that’s why his email was so serious and professional-looking.”
“I think so,” I nodded while panting from wheezing too much.
“Well,” she sighed, patting my shoulder. “Good luck with this client.”
“Thank you,” I nodded, clicking back into my other client’s Excel spreadsheet.
I worked for a while—typing, keying in functions, values, and filling out some necessities.
The clock hit 5 p.m.
Time for me to go back and get some rest.
A notification from my phone buzzed.
We now all know who sent the message to me.
endru: immmm boredddddd :<
luzenlozenges: i just finished my work today.
endru: cool :3c
luzenlozenges: so i can spend my money on you freely. muehehahhaahaha
endru: nyoooooo save ur money pweaseeee
luzenlozenges: it’s fine lmao
endru: pls. save ur money. meow
luzenlozenges: k i have to drive back home. ttyl
endru: ttyl my cutie patooie <3What was that last message?
My mind went blank.
I shook my head and chuckled before entering the car and drove back home like usual.
Days passed, Andrew and I only had a small conversation like greetings and such.
Time flies, and Saturday arrived.
It’s our date.
I woke up at nine and sprinted to the bathroom to take a shower.
I scrubbed myself as hard as I could, trying to be as clean as possible.
As soon as I finished my shower, I quickly dressed myself in a comfortable white hoodie, black sweatpants, and a pair of white socks—classic comfy outfit.
Andrew texted me.
endru: morningggggggg~
luzenlozenges: hello there!
endru: the sun is quite nice
luzenlozenges: yeah...
endru: ill see u around 10am :3
luzenlozenges: okiiiii
endru: c u, my cutie.
luzenlozenges: meow
endru: meow!I let out a sigh of relief.
I could finally see Andrew in person!
For your information, my height is 179 centimeters—not that short, but not that tall either.
I covered myself with good perfume and grabbed my business card before leaving the house.
I quickly drove to the Starbucks we agreed to meet.
As I walked into the café, Andrew was already there.
He wore white sweaters, black shorts, white socks, and white sneakers.
Most importantly, his cat ears were showing.
OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!! HE LOOKS SO FUCKING CUTE!!!!!
“Hello there,” I said as I approached the table.
He quickly stood up, reaching his hand for us to shake our hands.
“You’re so tall!” he said with excitement. “You smell very good, too!”
“Y—You… too,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck shyly.
He was shorter than I was.
His height could be… 168 centimeters. This is pure guesswork.
“Have you had anything for breakfast yet?” he asked, shifting in for me to sit on the same couch as him. “I could buy you one if you want to!”
“I already had my breakfast,” I lied.
“That’s great,” he said, grinning softly at me.
His cat ears looked so fluffy in person. Jesus fuck.
“I brought my own car, by the way,” I said. “It might not be spacious, but I hope it’s comfortable enough for you.”
“I’m fine with anything!” he grinned. “I’m not that picky, too.”
“Good to know,” I nodded, acknowledging.
He’s really humble to everyone—including his fans.
I unlocked our car and got in at the same time.
“What was the thing you wanted to tell me about?” he asked, fastening his seatbelt.
Oh, shit.
Whatever, just let it be.
I handed him my business card.
“I’m Evan Luzen,” I said, looking at him in the eyes. “I’m actually your accountant.”
His jaw dropped.
“A—Am I going out on a date with my business partner?” he asked, his tone surprised.
I nodded.
I closed my eyes, preparing for something worse such as getting scolded by him or getting hit.
“This world is so small!” he said, patting my shoulder. “Damn, I love where this is going.”
“I thought you’re going to get out of this car,” I mumbled.
“What? No!” he shot back. “This is getting even more fun! I can be more chill next Monday, right?”
“I—If you want to…?” I replied, batting my eyes at him. “As long as our business went smoothly, we can just do anything.”
“Including… sleeping with you?” he teased, his smirk stretched across his face.
My face turned beet red.
This fucking catboy.
He sure knows how to press someone’s button.
“You want to, right?” he asked again, shifting closer and palming my face with his small hand.
“L—Let’s go somewhere else, yeah?” I stammered, changing my topic as I drove out of Starbucks’ parking lot.
We drove to the mall that was close to us.
It wasn’t a big mall—but got some necessities.
“This is the mall I used to come when I was young,” Andrew said, tracing the window with his slender fingers. “My mom would bring me to this place every single day to eat some ice cream.”
“Do you want to relive the past?” I asked, driving into the mall’s parking lot. “I could make that happen, you know?”
“It’s fine, baby,” he said with a smug. “It’s your day today. Let’s do what you want to do!”
“But it’s our date…” I murmured. “Aren’t we supposed to have fun together? I don’t mind eating ice cream, though.”
He thought about it for a while.
“Shall we go feast it then?” he asked.
“Let’s go,” I replied with a smile.
As we entered the premises of the mall, Andrew quickly gripped my hand tight.
“Scared?” I asked.
“I just want to hold your hand,” he leaned on my shoulder, gently nuzzling against it.
Ack, so cute!
“This is such a heaven for you, isn’t it?” he teased with one of the sheepiest smug attached on his face.
“J—Just walk to the ice cream shop, please,” I cried.
He just laughed and continued walking.
We finally reached the ice cream parlor after getting on five escalators.
“Do you want to eat anything special?” I asked.
“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “I can eat anything you order. I know every single taste of the ice cream here anyway.”
“Must be a regular then,” I teased.
“I am a regular here!” he shot back eagerly.
“I’ll just get two vanilla scoops with boba toppings then,” I said. “It sounds like a good combo.”
“Don’t you want to buy a couple promo?” he asked, batting his eyes at me. “We’re on a date, you know? Plus, it’s cheaper if we buy this promotion, too.”
It felt like an arrow pierced through my heart when those cute eyes looking at me like that.
Fuck.
“Yes, we can,” I nodded like a cult member following his leader.
We then ordered the combo, which consisted of two customizable scoops, and two toppings.
He chose the same thing as me—boba as toppings and vanilla scoop.
“I didn’t know vanilla ice cream is your favorite,” I said, closing the menu booklet.
“What’s wrong with being classic, am I right?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
“People always said vanilla is boring,” I sighed, distributing utensils to both of us. “I don’t really understand them.”
“Vanilla is the best,” he said, licking his spoon.
“I know right,” I added.
The waitress came over and served our order.
“Happy dining,” she said before leaving two of us alone.
The atmosphere went silent.
“Can I have your spoon?” I asked.
He nodded and handed me his spoon.
“Say Ahh~” I said, scooping up the ice cream.
Andrew stuck out his tongue, humming softly while opening his mouth wide.
Fuck, he looked so fucking cute doing that!
I slowly pushed the spoon forward, feeding him.
After he swallowed down the ice cream, he then dragged his tongue, licking the spoon clean while locking his gaze on mine.
“Gotta lick it clean, you know?” he teased, giving the spoon a soft kiss.
That… slightly turned me on.
“Come closer,” he said, gesturing his hand.
I shifted nearer to him.
“I bet it would be nicer if it’s your cock instead of this fucking cold spoon,” he whispered against my ear, his hot breath gently hit my earlobe.
“I didn’t know you can talk dirty,” I shot back, looking at him as I pulled back.
“I can do it,” he said with a smirk. “But I just choose to do SFW stuff.”
I quickly dug on the ice cream and shoved it into my mouth, making him laugh out loud.
“Must be funny, huh?” I said with a smirk.
“It’s not that funny,” he said, smiling at me. “I’m laughing because you look so cute flustering and all.”
“S—Shut up…” I pouted.
We then happily ate ice cream.
“I wanna know about your background,” he asked while chewing the boba.
“It’s nothing fancy,” I said. “I was raised normally—go to school, got good grades, graduate from university, get a stable job, and here I am.”
“I see,” he nodded. “That sounds so cool, though.”
“Ice cream’s melting,” I said. “Let’s eat it quick.”
“Right,” he nodded, start scooping up the rest of the ice cream.
We then finished the ice cream in a rush, thanks to the science of object’s state changing theorem.
We then left the store, walking around the mall for a bit.
“Look!” Andrew said, tapping my shoulder. “There’s a photobooth over there!”
“Wanna take a picture together?” I asked, looking at his overly excited face.
“Yes!” he nodded, his cat ears popping out.
They looked so fluffy. Fuck.
No, I gotta hold back from touching it.
“What are we waiting for? Let’s go!” he teased, letting out a soft chuckle.
I couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle in return before following him to the booth.
“Let’s see which frame is nice,” he mumbled, his eyes fixing at the screen.
I just lie against the wall, waiting for him to pick the frame.
I’m okay with anything, as long as I could spend my lovely and valuable time with the person I have a crush on.
“The classic is always nice,” he said, selecting the strip he wanted. “Let’s take our pictures!”
The countdown started.
Andrew then gripped my face, locking it from moving anywhere.
Three.
Two.
One.
Snap.
We continued to pose for our individual pictures.
“Let’s hug,” he said, opening his arms wide.
I opened my arms wide and he just jumped right into them without any warning.
Fuck, he looks so cute like that.
“Cute,” I mumbled, smirking at him.
“I know I am,” he shot back with a smug. “I know I’m the cutest catboy in this world.”
“You are,” I replied softly.
The camera snapped while we were laughing.
The machine then printed out our photo strips—one for him, and one for me.
“Lovely,” he said, letting out a happy sigh.
“We look so good together,” I remarked. “You’re the cutest one, though.”
I looked at my watch, and it was already around noon.
“Shall we go eat our lunch?” I asked, putting the photo strip into my bag.
“Sure,” he said. “I kinda crave for salmon, not gonna lie.”
“Let’s go eat Japanese food then,” I suggested.
“Good idea!” he nodded excitedly.
We then walked toward the restaurant, holding each other’s hand tightly as if we didn’t want to let any of them go away.
“Your hand is actually quite soft,” he said, humming along the way.
“Yours, too,” I added. “I love your hands and fingers so much.”
“Oh yeah?” he turned to me, a smirk etched on his face.
“You’re going to hit the pole,” I warned, pulling him close into my embrace as I was protecting him from the pole in the middle of nowhere.
“Jesus fuck,” he cussed, pouting at the pole. His cat ears stood up.
Cute.
So fucking cute.
I love him.
“Let’s go,” I said, gently tugging his sweater. “I’m quite hungry.”
“Me too,” he groaned. “Let’s eat some good salmon once we’re inside, yeah?”
I nodded happily before started walking again.
We finally reached the restaurant two minutes later.
“Dine in for two?” the staff asked, her face lack energy.
I nodded.
“Please go sit inside,” she turned her body, handing us the menu and the seat number.
We walked into the place and scanned the QR code to order our food.
“They got a really good salmon here!” he mumbled, his octave jumped.
“I’m ordering ten salmon sushi,” I said.
“Make it twenty,” he said. “I’m eating too.”
“Alrighty,” I nodded, adding more sushi to my side.
“Which drinks would you like?” I asked.
“I’ll just get an orange juice,” he said. “It’s so good to sip this with the sushi.”
“I know,” I said, adding the juice into the order. “I’m ordering that, too.”
We sent in our order, consisting of twenty salmon sushi, two glasses of orange juice, and two small bowls of chuka wakame, also known as seaweed salad, as our side dish.
We then waited for around ten minutes to finally get our food.
Luckily the place was not that packed, but that didn’t mean there was no one in the restaurant.
Anyway, the salmon looked very fresh as if they just caught from the shore, and delivered to the store within few minutes.
“Let’s eat,” he said, licking his lips as he unwrapped the chopsticks.
“Enjoy the meal,” I said with a soft smile, feeling overwhelmed with joy.
As he took a bite of the salmon, I swear to god I could see sparkles coming out of his eyes.
“I could melt right now,” he groaned, kicking his feet with joy under the table. Yes I could sense it. “The salmon is so fucking fresh I could die at this moment.”
“Don’t die yet,” I said with pure sarcasm. “I still wanna see your stream every day. Don’t leave me yet.”
He quickly swallowed his half-chew salmon and let out a laugh.
“You’re so funny,” he cackled, hitting the seat softly. “Your joke is too hilarious. Oh my god.”
I let out a soft chuckle before continued devouring my meal.
Andrew then calmed down and continued eating his favorite salmon.
Ten minutes later, we finished our meal.
He pulled out his card, preparing to pay.
I grabbed his wrist gently.
“Let me pay,” I said with a grin.
“Don’t do that,” he said. “I can pay for us. You know how much I have in my account.”
“Still,” I shot back. “Let me pay, please. You already did a lot for the community. Let us return the favor.”
“It’s nothing much,” he purred, swatting the air. “This is no big deal. Not at all.”
“I—If you insist then…” I said, my voice trailed off.
He stepped out of his chair and walked toward the counter to pay.
As he was about to come get his things, he leaned into my ear.
“You can pay me back in bed tonight,” he whispered, his deep voice from nowhere shook the soul of mine in every single possible way.
I felt my ears burning from what I had just heard.
“Let’s go to the hotel I just booked,” he said, reaching out his hand.
I grabbed his hand and stood up from my seat.
We then walked out of the mall and headed back to our car.
“Was it tiring for you?” I asked while unlocking the car.
“Not really,” he said, shaking his head. “It was really fun hanging out with you!”
“I’m glad,” I said with a chuckle in between, entering my car.
“I booked Anastasia Hotel for our night,” he informed. “Hope that’s okay with you.”
My jaw dropped as soon as I heard the hotel’s name
For your information, Anastasia Hotel is one of the most expensive and luxurious hotel in San Eunosia.
It just so happened that… Andrew booked that place for us.
How amazing.
We drove down the road since the hotel was on the same road as the mall we visited.
It took us ten minutes because of some reason, there was a traffic jam in this road.
To be fair, our office building is also on Jamsil Road. Not really that surprising, to be honest.
Oh well, now that we’re finally at the hotel.
“Booked under Andrew Wilson,” he said to the receptionist.
I glanced at him interacting with her, smiling and laughing softly like how he is in every stream.
I must say he’s one of the humblest media personality ever. Normally, others would be rude and crude. But Andrew’s different from them, which is good.
“Let’s go,” he said, pulling me by my hand as he held the keycard in his other hand.
I followed him from behind, looking at his body ratio.
He’s quite slender, but maybe because he’s a catboy and a twink. I don’t know.
Oh well, he has that body tea.
As we got into the elevator, Andrew pinned me against the wall.
“You know,” he groaned. “I held back since the first second we meet each other.”
“Hold back for what?” I asked, pretending to be innocent.
“I just want to see those muscles under this fucking thick ass clothes so fucking bad,” he said in a low voice, his fingers digging into my shoulder, his gaze at my face was as sharp as a brand-new knife from the best bladesmith in town. “I wanna lick your body and see you squirm because of me, too.”
“Are you in heat?” I asked.
He let out an evil chuckle.
“Darling,” he growled, planting a soft kiss on my hoodie. “There’s no fucking way I would go on a date if I was not in heat.”
The elevator opened at our floor.
“Hold back your excitement,” I said, carrying his petite body in a bridal style. “I’ll let you dominate me in the room later.”
He leaned into my neck and started sniffing my neck like crazy.
“I don’t have pheromones,” I said, tapping the keycard at the doorknob.
“Doesn’t matter,” he groaned. “I love smelling your neck. It smells good.”
As soon as the lock clicked, Andrew jumped out of my arm and pinned me against the wooden door again.
“Now that we have privacy,” he whispered, trailing his fingers along my torso. “I guess we shall start our lovely session.”
“Yeah?” I replied, smirking at him, cupping his cheek gently as I didn’t want to destroy his delicate body. “Let’s start then.”
He tiptoed and slammed his lips against mine, pulling me into a deep kiss.
His tongue made its way into my mouth.
To be fair, his kissing skill was top notch. In fact, too good to be true.
Moans from both of us filled the entrance area.
“Jesus,” I groaned in between kisses. “So greedy, huh?”
“Blame the Mother Nature for making me become like this when I’m in heat,” he moaned, locking his eyes at me directly.
Fuck, he’s so extra cute and sexy when he’s like this.
I mean, it felt heavenly that my celebrity crush kissed me, devouring my mouth like a crazy man.
We then moved inward, feeling that the entrance was too small for us.
Andrew pushed me down the bed and straddled me.
“Fuck these pants,” he sighed, pulling my shorts out, leaving my boxers on. “I need something for me to feast.”
“Pull it down, Andrew,” I said with a smug. “I know you want it.”
“You don’t have to tell me that, darling,” he shot back, removing my boxers in one pull while locking our gaze, freeing my semi-hard cock from its tight confinement. “I know what to do.”
He looked down and let out a gasp.
“Too big?” I asked.
“It’s perfect,” he said, bending his body so his face could be in front of my cock. “I wanna devour this bad boy so fucking much.”
One thing I didn’t know about Andrew was that he’s very flexible.
Andrew then wrapped his fingers around my thick meat and slowly gave it a few strokes, sending pleasures all over my body.
“Nngh~!” I let out a soft moan, feeling too good to hold back.
“Like it that bad?” he teased, rubbing his thumb on my tip, sending another shockwave directly to my brain. “I can give it to you more, you know?”
“P—Please,” I whimpered, voice cracking. “M—More… please. I need more.”
“Do you ever jerk off to my voice or my visual?” he murmured against my cock, each breath made my sensitive cock got even harder.
I couldn’t help but admitted my sin.
“What a naughty boy,” he chuckled. “Glad to know that one of my VIPs is such a freaky guy.”
“Shut up!” I grunted. “Don’t tease me like that!”
“You said you wanted more, right?” he asked. “I’ll give you what you want.”
He stretched his jaw wide and took the tip of my cock into his warm and slick mouth, triggering a bunch of volcanoes in my head I didn’t know I even had.
“Feel that good?” he mumbled, grinning while having my cock in his mouth.
“D—Don’t talk while sucking, please,” I begged, my voice cracking.
He let out a chuckle, which didn’t help me calm down at all.
Climax slowly built toward me—it felt worse each second as he sucked it airtight.
I quickly clenched the bed sheet beside me as tight as I could, practically digging my fingers into it like I was mad at someone.
He then put his hands on my thighs, triggering my newfound tingle.
I glanced down to look at him devouring my cock, only to feel the shiver from my weak ass spine—thanks to my tiring work, and the infamous scam of ergonomic chairs our corporate bought for us, that doesn’t even work at all.
He pulled his cock out of his mouth and started licking from the base, all the way to the tip.
He could be a porn star at this point. (Although I don’t wish for him to be one.)
“Your cock taste so fucking good, my guy,” he said, his words made my cock twitching like crazy, leaking out droplets of precum.
“Mmph~” I let out a muffled moan as his tongue constantly rubbing against my tip, turning me into a broken faucet, leaking precum nonstop.
“You’re so cute moaning like that, baby boy,” he growled, giving my cock few rough strokes. “I love seeing you being a messy boy like that.”
“I—I wanna cum~!” I stuttered, looking away because of embarrassment. “I j—just wanna cum so fucking bad!”
“Let me drink that human milk,” he shot back, stroking me even more. His hand was so soft I felt like I was fucking a plushie with a hole.
My climax slowly made its way toward my cock. Before I knew it, I shoot my load all over my hoodie.
Great. Such a great thing to happen.
“Oops,” he said. “My bad. I was in character too much.”
“It’s fine,” I looked away as my senses finally came back to me. “I still couldn’t believe my most favorite streamer, just literally jerked me off and made me cum with his hand.”
“The benefit of having a VIP badge, you know?” he teased, licking my cum from his hand.
My brain became short circuited as soon as I saw him doing that.
“Didn’t expect that, hmm?” he asked, smirking as he shifted himself closer to me.
I gulped hard.
He slowly pulled off his hoodie and threw it onto the ground, revealing his skinny torso with a pink nipple.
“Like what you see?” he asked, squeezing his pecs with his fingers.
I nodded, gulping hard.
He lied down next to me.
“I might not be a pro in sex, okay?” I said hesitantly as I removed my hoodie, being completely naked.
“Don’t be shy, my dear,” he said happily. “I don’t mind if the guy is suck. As long as I get enough vitamin D, I’m happy.”
“Joking,” I shot back with a smirk, lifting him up by his waist. “I’m pretty good in bed, you know?”
“Aah~” he let out a soft moan, a smirk etched across his face.
I quickly leaned into his chest and started licking and sucking his nipple, pinching the other one.
“Aah~!” he let out a loud moan, his bulge pressing against my stomach.
“Like it much?” I teased, gently nibbling his nipple.
He nodded, his eyes closed.
“Pull down my pants for me, please,” he whined, his voice shaking.
“Your wish is my command,” I said, slowly removing his pants and freeing his cock from the underwear.
His cock size was… interesting. Not saying that his cock was small, but it looked fun to play with.
“So cute,” I said happily, looking at the bead of precum on his pinkish tip.
“Shut up,” he whimpered.
I put him down and got off the bed, positioning my face in between his legs.
I slowly lowered my head down, taking in his cock with full pride, forcing him to let out his cute moan.
“F—Fuck~!” he groaned, grabbing my hair tight as I buried his cock deep into my throat.
I let out a chuckle and continued sucking his cock.
Sounds of slurps and moans filled the room once again.
His tails wagged faster and harder as the second ticked by.
“I’m gonna cum~!” he whimpered. “I can’t hold back that long, Evan~!”
“Cum in my mouth,” I said with a smirk. “Let me drink the cat’s milk.”
He screamed as his hips jerked into me, shooting his seeds into my throat directly.
I pulled out with a wet ‘pop’ sound.
“Fuck…” he panted. “You’re really good at this.”
I quickly grabbed a pack of condom and tore it with my teeth.
“Someone’s in a rush,” he teased.
“More like you’re the one who’s in a rush,” I shot back, applying the condom on my cock.
“You’re damn right, Evan,” he said. “Can’t wait to get fucked by that monster, not gonna lie.”
My cock became rock hard as soon as I heard that.
“Allow me to fuck your hole, Mister Andrew Wilson,” I said, throwing his legs on my shoulder as I was positioning myself to fuck him.
“Yes, you are allowed to,” he said with a grin.
I gave my cock a few strokes before pressing my tip against his hole.
“Have you stretched your hole beforehand?” I asked,. “I just want to make sure ”
“Of course,” he replied with a smug. “I had to prepare myself for you, big guy.”
“You’re so cute,” I let out a chuckle before forcing my cock into his tight hole.
Andrew let out soft moans as my cock was re-stretching his hole.
“Fuck, your cock is so fucking big,” he whimpered, closing his eyes. “I feel like once if you’re all in me, I would definitely see stars.”
“Oh, you will surely see stars,” I growled, pushing in further.
His hole was very warm since cat’s internal body temperature was generally higher than normal people’s temperature.
“Can I move now?” I asked, gripping his waist as I was preparing to thrust into him.
He nodded, giving a green signal.
I slowly pulled out and thrusted back in, causing him to moan sweetly.
“Fuck~!” he grunted, gripping my arms tight. “I could feel your tip scraping my wall.”
“Do you want to hold in this position a bit longer so it could stretch out even more?” I asked. “I don’t want to ruin your hole, and eventually have a bad reputation.”
“S—Sure,” he nodded.
I thrusted back in, burying my balls deep, and stayed in the same position for around five minutes.
“I think you can finally move your hips now,” he whimpered, slightly hissing.
“You sure?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Alright then,” I said, grabbing his waist again. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
“Shut up and fuck me already,” he groaned.
I let out a chuckle before slowly thrusting him, squeezing out another moan from him.
“S—So fucking good~!” he grunted, throwing his head back.
“Your hole is so fucking good too, Andrew!” I groaned as I gradually increased my pace.
Sounds of skin slapping and bed creaking echoed all over the room, not to mention the moans and pants from both of us.
“K—Kiss me!” he whined, pulling my neck down and kissing him messily.
It was a sloppy kiss, but it felt good—better than earlier.
“I—I love this~!” he grunted.
“I love this, too~!” I whimpered, constantly moving my cock inside his hole.
“Harder~!” he moaned. “Fuck me harder, please. I want m—more!”
“Fuck!” I grunted, standing up straight and lifting him into the air.
“W—What are you doing?” he stuttered, staring at me.
“Sorry,” I panted. “I can’t hold back anymore.”
I walked toward the wall while still burying my cock in his hole, and pressed him against the cold concrete wall.
My hips then aggressively thrusted into his ass, fucking him senseless.
Andrew’s eyes rolled back. I could tell he was seeing stars right now.
“I—I’m gonna cum!” he grunted, shooting another load of cum onto his stomach.
“I haven’t finished yet,” I grunted, increasing my speed so I could cum faster.
But too bad my body didn’t wanted me to cum fast.
I pressed him down against the mattress—his ass was up.
“C—Can I hold your tail?” I asked, wrapping my fingers around his black and cream tail.
He just nodded.
I gripped it tight before pulling it back as I was practically ruining his ass like crazy.
His moans were now muffled since he buried his face into the stomach.
I could sense my climax’s arrival. But it would take quite a long time to reach.
“I’m g—going to bust a—another load!” he cried, releasing his second shot anyway.
My climax was arriving shortly.
I turned him upside down and pulled my cock out.
“F—Fuck~!” I pulled my condom out in a rush, stroking myself as hard as I could. “I’m going to cum!”
“O—On my face!” he begged.
“Nngh~!” I let out a ragged moan, shooting my second load onto his gorgeous face.
I let out a loud sigh, collapsing onto the bed.
“I guess I like you now,” he said all of a sudden.
“W—Why?” I asked back, feeling like getting caught off guard.
“No reason,” he said, letting out a soft chuckle. “Maybe our lives were supposed to be with each other.”
“I don’t understand…” I shot back, feeling confused.
“I just feel like your chemical match with mine since the first second my eyes laid on you,” he said. “What about you?”
“I… like you, too,” I said. “Love at first sight, you know what I mean?”
“That’s what I’m experiencing right now, too,” he added, laughing softly.
I pulled him into my embraces. I didn’t care if his body was covered in cum. I wanted him.
“What do you say?” he asked. “I know it might not be the best romance confession shit in the universe, but at least I know I’m your favorite.”
“I wouldn’t say no if you allow me to love you as a partner,” I replied with a smug, half-closing my eyes as I felt slightly tired.
“I allow you to love me as a partner, and I will love you as a partner as well,” he said with a grin.
“Promise you won’t dump me?” I asked, teasing him.
“Promise,” he nodded, snugging into the crook of my neck.
Ugh, he’s so cute.
I carefully rubbed his cat ears and fuck, they felt amazing.
He let out a soft purr.
“I feel so sleepy,” he yawned.
“Let’s get some rest, yeah?” I said, patting his head gently.
He slowly drifted off to sleep as his eyes eventually became shut.
“Have a good rest,” I whispered on his hair, planting a soft kiss before following his path.
I know our romance is pretty… interesting.
But hey, whatever works, it works!
The End.
Ending Note
First of all, I’m sorry the story ended this way. I don’t know how and why, but my brain decided to be funny and function like this. Sigh… I have no idea why.
Oh well, now that it’s ended. I just hope you like the plot and the story as much as I do. Hope to see you again in the next story. But for now, it’s time for me to go to sleep. I’m about to die.
XOXO,
Christina Yoon (nongzeph_)
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