I, the witch, turned into a cat and accidentally fell into the hands of my old enemy on the Nth day.
During the day, I am his hard-working little secretary;
At night, I was the lawless pet in his arms.
While stroking my cat's hair, he issued a cold-blooded order to arrest me.
I was sabotaging his operation while enjoying his top pussy can.
I thought this was a perfect two-way lurking, until my vest fell off guard!
He pinched the back of my neck and lifted me to his eyes, with deep blue eyes:
"You have lied to me for so long, have you figured out how to make up for it?"
"For example... Spend your whole life to redeem it?"
"Meow!!!"
[Reading Guide]:
◀︎Third person perspective of text
◀︎Western fantasy, if you don't like it, don't enter (●`ε´●)
Intention: Touch the cat's head and you won't have to worry about anything.
