Cat Therapy Chapter 3.7

He wanted to deny it, but he was shocked that he had ejaculated in Seo Yongwoo’s hand.

Truth be told, just as Haedong had clear likes and dislikes, his preferences were also clear. All his life, Haedong had wanted to meet a mature, tall, glamorous calico cat noona who groomed herself sexily. He couldn’t believe how things had come to this after just pretending to like a tiger, nor could he believe that he had actually gotten excited by their physical contact.

Then, something suddenly came to mind.

A tall, glamorous calico cat therianthrope who grooms herself sexily.

‘…Seo Yongwoo?’

No!

The shock made Haedong feel like his vision was blurring. He was even angry at himself for having such a thought, and he furiously scratched the cat pole next to him with his claws. He had had his thighs violated by a tiger; he didn’t want to superimpose his ideal type onto him.

The angrier he got, the more his paws sweated and his pupils dilated sensitively.

Haedong flexed his claws and swished his tail, then suddenly shot off like a bullet, running wildly around the house. In the process, a picture frame on the desk fell, and the cat tower shook and hit the window.

“Dodong-ah… a little.”

He could hear Seo Yongwoo call him in a scolding, sleepy voice amidst the noise, but he didn’t stop. Haedong leaped over furniture like a flying squirrel and willingly used Seo Yongwoo’s body as a foothold, stepping on it. He saw Seo Yongwoo let out a pained groan and furrow his brow, but he didn’t stop. No one could stop Haedong’s rampage now that he was all worked up.

Crouching low on the cat tower again, Haedong glared at Seo Yongwoo, panting heavily.

‘He avoided me all day, so why on earth did he initiate physical contact with me?’

His canines sharpened in his confusion. He was so heated up that he wanted to take it out on Seo Yongwoo somehow, but the important filming he was contractually obligated to do was right around the corner. Looking at the cameras clumsily hidden around the house, Haedong swatted a few of them with his front paw for no reason, then leaped back up the cat tower.

As he pondered how to relieve this unsettling feeling from his high perch on the cat tower, Haedong suddenly remembered something.

‘Since we’re going to film the variety show again, just act like the trouble-making cat you were before.’

Seo Yongwoo had definitely said that. Haedong looked down at one of his front paws. He could see his sweaty, purple paw pad.

Acting like a cat.

Isn’t that the easiest thing to do? He just had to act however he wanted.

Having made up his mind, Haedong stretched his body long. Even as he scratched the cat tower a few times with his claws, his gaze was fixed on the sleeping Seo Yongwoo. The man seemed to have woken up a little from the noise, as he occasionally swished his tail and creased his brow slightly. His features were so distinct that it was particularly visible even on his face, shadowed in the darkness.

But paying it no mind, Haedong proceeded to do what he had always wanted to do.

Thud!

“Ugh…!”

He leaped gracefully and landed on Seo Yongwoo’s abdomen.

Seo Yongwoo let out a sound one would make when stabbed and shot up halfway, his tiger eyes flashing. It was no wonder he was surprised; it was like having a 3kg dumbbell dropped on his stomach.

Even seeing those tiger eyes, Haedong triumphantly fluffed up his fur and lay down.

Mrow, meow.

The tiger, who had been rudely awakened with a messy head of hair, blinked his eyes and slowly realized what had happened.

“You little brat, hah…”

Seo Yongwoo, who was about to say something, ended up closing his eyes with a sigh and burying his head in the pillow. His furrowed brow was tense, as if he were enduring pain.

Purrr.

Ignoring him, Haedong curled up in a loaf position on his warm chest. Doing whatever he wanted made him feel a little better. A purring sound escaped him automatically. He sat with his tail towards Seo Yongwoo’s face and could feel him push it away with his palm, but Haedong just comfortably maintained his position.

Since he was told to act like a cat, that was what he intended to do. With all the resentment he felt for having had his thighs played with.

Thinking contentedly, Haedong groomed himself, washing his face like a cat. Rather than finding it humiliating to live as Seo Yongwoo’s cat, a rather pleasant morning was dawning.

Seo Yongwoo sat in the middle of the sofa, his face set in a scarier, harder expression.

“……”

He was leaning forward, his shadowed face cupped in his hands as he maintained his silence. On the table in front of him, Haedong sat in a loaf position, swishing his tail.

Watching Haedong, Seo Yongwoo let out a heavy sigh. His bright yellow tiger eyes seemed to have a reddish glint to them for some reason. Haedong felt the sting of his gaze but only swished his tail slowly now and then.

He had free time today, anyway.

“Let’s talk. Look here.”

Purrr.

“You caused trouble. You tell me.”

Seo Yongwoo asked with a tired face. He was shirtless, revealing a robust body tightly packed with muscle from working out, which made him look intimidating. But that was not Haedong’s concern. In front of the cat’s potato-sized head, Seo Yongwoo pointed at the sofa with his finger as if scolding him.

“Why did you use the sofa as a scratching post.”

Meeeow.

“This was a custom designer piece, why did you scratch it all up. Do you know how many scratching posts are in this house?”

Seo Yongwoo tapped the middle of his forehead as if scolding him. With that one gesture, Haedong leisurely rolled over and, lying flat on his back, stretched out.

His body, which had been curled up to the size of a melon, unfolded and stretched out long like a cheese stick. He even exposed his belly and flicked his tail, and Seo Yongwoo couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh. It was as if he were talking back with his body language, saying, “So what?”

“You think acting cute will get you forgiven?”

Myeh.

“Are you going to use the sofa as a scratching post or not.”

Though his tone was stern, Seo Yongwoo’s hand was already stroking Haedong’s chest and belly. Haedong, far from replying, just purred contentedly. Then, the red light of a camera in the distance caught his eye, and he tensed up with a flinch and thought.

‘…Is he really angry, but just acting?’

He had done as he was told, to cause as much trouble as he wanted, but it was true that he felt self-conscious. Wondering if he was just adding more debt on top of his theft, Haedong slightly lifted his head and glared at Seo Yongwoo suspiciously.

At that, Seo Yongwoo, as if he had never hardened his expression, chuckled and gently stroked his chin.

“You do have some sense of shame, huh?”

‘…I guess he’s letting me off.’

He had felt a little guilty about using the sofa as a scratching post, but thankfully, Seo Yongwoo seemed unfazed. However, he did stare blankly at the traces of the spilled flowerpot with tired eyes.

“…You’ve spilled the flowerpot artistically, too.”

It was obvious that he found it a hassle to clean up and felt dejected, but Haedong just lay there leisurely, gathering his small front paws and purring. He felt a little guilty because he hadn’t actually meant to knock over the flowerpot, but the uncomfortable cameras were serving as his shield.

‘He told me to be a cat.’

He had only done as he was told, so Haedong purred brazenly. He doubted Seo Yongwoo would do anything perverted or bully him again in front of the cameras.

Just then, Seo Yongwoo, who was stroking the cat’s belly-up body, asked in a very serious tone.

“Dodong-ah… Should we get your nuts snipped?”

“……”

“Let’s get you neutered. You probably don’t need these anyway.”

At the low words, Haedong’s pupils and tail grew twice as large. Then, in a moment of crisis, he unconsciously covered his groin with his front paws. Whatever Seo Yongwoo did, he always looked so serious that it seemed like he meant it. Haedong bit Seo Yongwoo’s hand a few times as it tried to touch his belly again, then hastily fled.

If he messed around any more today, forget about revenge; he might suffer a terrible fate.

‘…I should stop making trouble here.’

He still knew how to read the room, so he stayed quiet. The inside of his thighs still bothered him, so he kept grooming the area, but the more he recalled yesterday’s events, the more confused and dazed he became.

Fortunately, Seo Yongwoo didn’t bother him any further and proceeded with the broadcast filming.

‘He’s really following a script.’

Seo Yongwoo showed the routine life of a nocturnal tiger, filming himself working out in the private gym he had at home. Then he went in to wash up, and the only strange thing was that, unlike his usual self, he was properly dressed.

‘He always walks around in just a robe or pants.’

Still, it was for a broadcast, so Seo Yongwoo wore simple workout clothes, but the outfit felt strangely unfamiliar. Haedong, who was hiding in a corner, glanced at the cameras installed throughout the house, then stealthily came out and settled in front of the bathroom where Seo Yongwoo had gone to wash up.

Even though it was his own house where staff had been coming and going to film his real life, he felt like he, at least, should look out for Seo Yongwoo, who had gone in to wash up without any sense of caution.

Sitting in front of the bathroom, Haedong glared at the camera clumsily hidden in the ceiling.

‘Cameras… are uncomfortable.’

He thought they were really filming his daily life, but they would have discussions with the staff in the middle of filming, and he could feel the atmosphere in the house had changed. Haedong stayed curled up in front of the bathroom the entire time he was washing. All the while, the camera above his head bothered him, and his ears kept flattening back.

‘…Is Mister really washing up like usual?’

Shouldn’t he at least be careful about his own naked body? Having two younger sisters, Haedong found himself having conservative thoughts.

In turn, his small head became complicated. What if Seo Yongwoo’s body is visible on camera when he comes out? He’ll come out wearing a shower robe, right? It’s still uncomfortable, so should I go hide and rest somewhere? He couldn’t hide his discomfort as these thoughts continued one after another.

“……!”

Suddenly, his small, curled-up body twitched and trembled violently, as if he were hiccupping. Like an unstoppable sneeze, a familiar nausea began to surge up violently.

Gag, retch, retch!

The unusual sounds continued, and finally, a sticky, pitch-black lump came pouring out of his mouth.

‘Oh, no.’

Of all times, he had to cough up a hairball now. With the cameras here.

And he had thrown it up on the bath mat right in front of the bathroom. Haedong’s hairballs were black, sticky lumps that he didn’t want anyone to see, and it had to come out right now.

‘Oh, Mister will hate this too.’

Seo Yongwoo had a neat personality, so he would be even more disgusted. The flustered cat became anxious and started to clumsily scratch at the surrounding floor as if trying to gather sand. He wanted to change into his human form and clean it up right away, but he couldn’t because of the cameras.

‘I shouldn’t have caused trouble earlier…’

Haedong was so flustered that futile regrets washed over him. Should he try knocking over the cotton pads on the shelf next to him to do something? He was circling the hairball, not knowing what to do.

Click.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Seo Yongwoo came out with a refreshing, humid scent.

Wearing a shower robe, he was drying his damp hair with a towel. As expected, Seo Yongwoo first praised the cat who had guarded the door.

“You waited again?”

M, meow.

The gentle words only heightened his anxiety. Before long, Haedong was looking up at him with tear-filled eyes and crying in distress.

Meoow…

‘What do I do?’

“What is it, what’s wrong?”

His flustered state was evident in his body language. At that, Seo Yongwoo, thinking something serious had happened, bent his knees with a surprised look on his face. And then, he saw the black, wet lump that was half-hidden under Haedong’s body.