Huh? I Started an Adult Education Class, and All My Students Are Beastfolk

[Fluffy furballs + adorable pets + chat group + romantic rivalry + face-slapping + everyday life + healing + secret identities revealed + hidden big shots]

I opened an “adult education school,” where I properly teach adults calligraphy, tea ceremony, singing, and fitness.

The neighbors fixate on the word “adult” and insist I’m running an indecent business.

Then one day, someone asks, “Do you remember the fox you rescued?”

I accidentally clicked a group link attached to a fox meme in the residents’ chat group, and found myself in a strange chat group.

“I chewed through the sofa leg today. When my dad got home, the whole sofa collapsed. Hahaha!”

“I only chew dried fish. Chewing furniture gets you scolded.”

“I figured out how to open the fridge. My mom put a child lock on it. I hate all of you.”

I thought they were role-playing.

But the next day, three students showed up at my door in a hurry: one wearing a collar, one wrapped up like a spy, and one cold and sharp-tongued.

Later, a mouse got into my house, and someone sent a message in the group.

A white cat, a husky, a golden retriever, and even a weasel showed up.

The mouse was gone, and so was most of my bath towel.

The scariest one was the group owner. He looked at me as if he’d known me for a very long time.

Longer than “a very long time.”

Now, before class every day, I have to wonder: are my students human, or furry?

And is that group really some kind of pet simulator?