Chapter 1Confessions of a Feline White Moonlight

I was bound to an Evil Sidekick System, but I’m a cat. The system sighed. [Whatever, the plot's already a mess. Go seduce the male lead.] By day, he was unmoved: "It's just a cat." When no one was looking, he’d squat down: "Who's my widdle fuzzy-wuzzy!!!" The system told me I had to leave, play the "White Moonlight" role. I had to wait for the male lead to get with the substitute female lead, then reappear. The three-year-timer went off. I cracked my claws. For cat's sake. Let's see what this "substitute" is all about.

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When the so-called male lead appeared, I strolled over, rubbed against his jeans, and gave his ankle a little tail-curl. "Meow." Then, I executed a perfect 10/10 flop onto the pavement. Human. Look at me. I dare you to feel nothing. Gasps erupted around us. "Oh my god, oh my god!" "Duchess! She's so friendly!" "That is a quality cat. A true gentle-kitty." Every time I meowed, a human would meow back. The guy next to the male lead looked jealous. "Liam, what'd you do? Duchess is all over you." Anyone else would have been a puddle on the ground, phone out, snapping pictures. But Liam, unused to the attention, just took a step back. His voice was flat. "I don't know. I don't have time for this. I'm leaving." And he just... left. I stared at his retreating back. Wait. He... he just walked away??