Chapter 1Fierce Little Feline

I’m a cat. A tuxedo cat, to be precise. And a damn feisty one.

So when a sudden slap jolted me awake, I shot up, ready to shred whichever suicidal human dared to disturb my slumber.

But then—

Where were my claws? My fur? My magnificent, fluffy tail?!

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"What the hell..."

The voice that escaped my lips was human.

A guy with wide, panicked eyes stared at me. "Who are you? What are you doing in my bed?"

I was even more shocked than he was.

Because I, a cat, had fucking turned into a human.

His gaze drifted downward, and his face instantly turned crimson. "Holy shit, you're a pervert."

He scrambled to his closet, yanking out a few pieces of clothing and flinging them at my face. "Put these on, for fuck's sake!"

I glanced down at my own bare, smooth body.

Hmph. So I’d lost my fur. Big deal. "I'm not wearing that," I said, tossing the clothes right back at him. "Only sissy tomcats wear clothes."

The guy’s—Liam's—face flushed a deeper red. "Dude, stop with the drunken act, I'm begging you."

"Drunken? I’m perfectly sober, you moron."

"I'll count to three. You're getting dressed. One... two—"

"No!" I snapped, then my voice faltered. "I... I don't know how."

"...What?"

I puffed out my chest. "Unless you help me."

Liam took a deep breath, shaking a T-shirt open and trying to pull it over my head. "Arms up. No, those are your legs!"

I thrashed wildly. "Murder! He's trying to murder me!"

"Hold still," he growled through clenched teeth, hooking an arm around my neck to force the shirt on.

My leg shot out in a powerful kick. He gasped, clutching his crotch as he doubled over, and I seized the opportunity to break free. But a second later, with a vein throbbing on his forehead, Liam lunged at me, a pair of boxers in hand. "I swear to God, today I'm gonna—"

The door suddenly swung open.

"Hey, Liam, the RA downstai—" Three guys stood frozen in the doorway, their words dying in their throats.

The scene they walked in on: Liam, kneeling on the bed, brandishing a pair of patterned boxers, pinning down a disheveled me.

Well, the human version of me.

I was biting his wrist, my T-shirt hiked up to my chest, two pale legs kicking wildly in the air.

"Our bad," the guy in glasses said, and slammed the door shut with a loud BANG.

Liam froze.

I shoved him off me hard. I tried to scramble down the bunk bed ladder, but my footing slipped, and I tumbled headfirst to the floor.

"Hiss..." The pain made me want to lick my fur, but my tongue was too damn short to reach anything. "Useless human body."

Liam leaped off the bed and clamped a hand over my mouth, his face pale as a ghost. He yelled at the door, "It's not what it looks like! This is my cousin! He's wasted!"

A chorus of snickers came from the hallway. "Nice try, dude. Your cousin bites your wrist? You guys are into some kinky shit."

"Get lost!" Liam grabbed a slipper and hurled it at the door before turning back to me, his voice a harsh whisper. "I don't care if you're a man or a demon, right now, you pretend to be drunk."

I rolled my eyes. "But I haven't been drink—"

Liam leaned in close, his warm breath ghosting over my ear. "Play along. Or I'll hand you over to the biology department for experiments."

...You despicable human.