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The phone lock screen flashed several hot topics and articles that big data suggested Kwak Jichang might find interesting. The notification sound stood out distinctly in the crowded yet quiet elevator, drawing the glances of nearby colleagues—some intentional, some not.
Just then, the elevator reached its floor. Most people streamed out like worker ants returning to their hive, heading back to their desks to begin another day of grueling work behind the gleaming floor-to-ceiling windows of the skyscraper.
Fortunately, Jichang had established a sufficiently intimidating leadership image that didn't collapse. No one saw the various questions in his search history, like why cats like fried chicken, what cat behaviors mean they dislike people, why cats suddenly flop over while being petted... Scrolling further back, one might have seen Jichang desperately trying to hack into his 'former company' Tower's internal network, tracking down the blind fool who had dumped an extremely troubled Sentinel on him—one on the brink of going berserk.
Jichang entered the office with his usual composed expression. While waiting for the computer to boot up, he meticulously read and filtered through a pile of meaningless pet notifications twice, finding nothing useful. He swiped the screen twice before finally clicking to clear them.
His efficiency remained as high as ever. The sleepless nights spent dealing with that furry little nuisance at home hadn't affected his work performance in the slightest. For a retired Guide, this workload was hardly anything.
Jichang actually wished for more assignments to keep him occupied, leaving no mental space to replay Daniel's first meeting when he'd asked for help establishing a bond.
Honestly, Tower's educational policies for the next generation must have gone seriously wrong since he left. How could they approve such intense missions for such a young child? It pushed his mind-scope into chaos, bombarded and scrambled, mind-guide traits projected onto the physical body in a jumbled mess? And the Tower didn't even assign a nearby Guide to maintain him? They let this ticking time bomb wander the streets until a high-match Guide picked him up? Even if they were using him as expendable labor, this was taking it too far.
Fortunately, S-class Guides with over 90% compatibility to Daniel aren't exactly commonplace. In this area, only Jichang could currently see the tail extending from the dark-haired boy's lower lumbar vertebrae and the pair of cat ears atop his head. That's why no one called to report him.
The real problem, however, was that Daniel himself couldn't sense how out of control his mind-guide was. He didn't know that while he was trying hard to appear healthy and intimidating to strangers, his fluffy, puffed-up tail was already quietly brushing against Jichang's wrist. It was even foolishly caught with a bit of loose fur by the cold metal watch strap. When it swayed, it didn't pull free immediately, startling itself. It completely failed to achieve the intended fierce intimidation of the humans. It was like a cat GIF inserted into a picture book. The more distant and distrustful the questions from Daniel's mouth, the bolder his tail stretched out, utterly enchanted by the over 90% compatibility.
Jichang glanced over, amused by the childishness. Could cats and their tails really be two different creatures?
Understanding a teenager's pride was perfectly reasonable. He never pulled his hand away or offered a reminder, letting that little tail tip burrow and rub within his naturally relaxed, half-cupped palm. Even when tired, it refused to stray far, sliding at most to the seam of his suit pants before quickly winding back up in restless agitation. If not for the mind-guide's tangible form, that tail would've already covered Jichang's entire suit pants in cat hair.
Despite that one uncooperative part's betrayal, those cat ears remained firmly on Daniel's side. Only after confirming Jichang was the person he sought did they slowly relax from their lowered, tense state, twitching twice as if cautiously verifying the information's authenticity. Far more sensitive, the ears flicked backward in panic the moment they sensed Jichang's gaze linger above them twice, seemingly trying to hide themselves. Their owner cautiously asked, "...What's wrong?"
Jichang glanced at his watch. "It's getting late. You haven't found a place to stay yet, have you?"
The smooth adult diverted the teenager with just a couple of sentences. Just as Daniel was about to follow him away, he finally remembered why he'd come here. He stammered awkwardly, "If it's inconvenient for you, we can bond quickly and I'll leave right away."
"...?"
Jichang wondered if he'd been retired too long to keep up with the times. "Do you even know what a bond really is?"
"Bonding means a stable method of managing mental states, including physical union and establishing a mental link. Its characteristics are lifelong and mutually beneficial–—"
Jichang rubbed his temples, feeling the vast generational gap between himself and the new generation. Back in their day, they didn't blindly follow Tower's arbitrarily rewritten textbooks like this. Or was Daniel, the model student, just an exception? Taking sarcastic, astonished questions as pop quizzes, reciting definitions then adding three extra characteristics, unquestioningly obeying Tower's commands—even when half-dead, he'd be assigned to bond with a stranger and still rush to their doorstep without hesitation.
How was he trained, such good obedience.
But on what grounds does the Tower make a retired guide come back. His records were sealed, weren't they? The only ones with access were his former teammates and...
By the time he reached this conclusion, the answer was already clear.
Jichang finished his thoughts and turned to find the diligent student still standing in place, tail held stiffly behind him. Even in his restlessness, it didn't twitch or sway—as if awaiting the results were the true test of his mettle.
"Correct."
He sighed, rubbed Daniel's head, his fingertips lightly skimming the edge of the fur. The cat ears immediately gave a sensitive twitch, no longer tensely erect. They relaxed, pressing down to the sides, ready for an easy petting. But just then, that slightly cool hand happened to pull away. It took all Daniel had to suppress the urge to rise on his toes, tilt his head up, and press back against it.
It was only because Jichang didn't work overtime that day. He sensed the Sentinel's unstable, dangerous aura and didn't just look straight ahead and pass by, keeping Daniel from being a stray cat for only a few hours. Whether his initial approach was out of a sense of duty and kindness, or originated from an attitude of self-preservation, a 'die anywhere but in my territory' outlook, remained unknown.
The only visible manifestations were the tail and ears—seemingly harmless, like cute elements from doujinshi that served no practical purpose. Yet they were actually harbingers of the Sentinel's impending mental collapse. It remained unclear how deeply Daniel had been influenced by his mind-guiding tendencies.
On their way back, they stopped at a convenience store. They bought milk, cola, two bento boxes, and various snacks that had caught the tip of the cat tail for over three seconds. While checking out, Jichang didn't even glance at the condoms. He just went next door to the pharmacy and picked up some common suppressants for bonding heat and some painkillers.
Bonding was impossible. With his Guide abilities, a simple repair to the mind-scope should suffice. Daniel was young and inexperienced; it was understandable he casually mentioned such things without grasping their gravity.
Daniel walked beside Jichang's left side for a while before quickly shifting to his right. He kept switching back and forth, utterly unpredictable. Fortunately, Jichang walked slowly, so he wasn't disoriented or tripped up. Daniel found being near Jichang deeply comforting. The world, which had been overwhelmingly loud since his awakening, gradually quieted, allowing him time to adjust. His heightened senses were gently dampened, and the pain from his wounds slowly faded. It felt like being in space. Unlike the standard Guides inside the Tower, who could only reach the level of white noise at best, this novel experience instead stirred Daniel's excitement. He gradually grew accustomed to Jichang's presence, his dependence multiplying. After completing their daily procurement tasks together, Daniel would obediently stay by the dining table, watching as Jichang held an impromptu meeting.
Jichang would occasionally lift the tail covering his keyboard to nudge the water cup closer, but beyond that, there were no issues. Daniel was as obedient as someone else's child. The hands-off approach he'd used with apprentices didn't apply here, and the other party seemed to dislike being treated like a child. He'd ask questions pets wouldn't, such as:
"So, can we start bonding today?"
Daniel's eyes sparkled. His recovery after being controlled progressed rapidly, and he soon felt full of energy. He found this life utterly wonderful. With Jichang around, he no longer suffered from his overstimulated senses, no longer had headaches from the slightest sounds keeping him awake. All the benefits Tower had mentioned were proving true. Yet Jichang's work made this tranquility feel elusive, leaving Daniel restless. His anticipation for Jichang's return soared, withdrawal symptoms intensified. Where once there had been faint fear, now only curiosity and impatience remained for the bond.
"No."
In the past, Jichang would have parroted the same dry refrain: Daniel’s wounds weren’t fully healed, his mental state wasn’t suitable, and he had work to do, needing an early night tomorrow… Ultimately, it all boiled down to Jichang’s judgment that Daniel wasn’t ready for the bond, and he himself lacked the ability to ensure Daniel wouldn’t regret it afterward.
But the current Jichang had endured the torment of an impromptu meeting, the crushing weight of backlogged work due to incompetent subordinates, and the same office power struggles he'd faced at his previous company. His mood was abysmal.
The cat's sixth sense was sharp. Wisely, it didn't press further or demand an explanation.
Still, Jichang frowned and said, "Behave."
"I didn't do anything."
Daniel recoiled into his chair in curiosity. The tail blocking Jichang's view retracted slightly, slowly curling down to tap the chair back in a looping motion. The cat ears drooped like wilted flowers, This usually happened when Jichang was about to leave home for work, no longer as lively and active as during their previous time together.
Jichang was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly closed his laptop and said, "If you're so set on bonding, we could try it."
He wasn't truly a heartless adult; no matter how irritable he felt, he'd never take it out on the innocent. Yet though Daniel appeared to do nothing and agreed obediently on the surface, his inner discontent and confusion seeped out through his subtle, imperceptible mannerisms.
Since he couldn't grasp well-intentioned advice and outright refusal proved ineffective, he'd have to taste the bitterness before backing down.
Completely enveloped by Guide's overwhelming psychic force, the process of removing his clothes proceeded smoothly. The intimate proximity and growing familiarity allowed Daniel to feel Jichang's mental energy caress his neck like feathers, making him increasingly relaxed and open.
Daniel's flexibility was astonishing. His legs lifted naturally, nearly touching his chest. When he spread one thigh wide, his lower body was fully exposed before Jichang. His eagerness and tension caused him to lose control, pulling too tightly and leaving faint pressure marks.
"May I touch?" Jichang stared at the vaginal opening between Daniel's legs, a question half symbolic in its politeness, though he knew Daniel's answer wouldn't offer any other option.
Daniel let out a soft gasp, not only extending his leg slightly toward Jichang but also adjusting his posture to facilitate exploration.
Yet the moment the tip of Jichang's index finger lightly brushed against him for mere seconds, Daniel's tail twitched violently. It shot straight up, stiff as a twig, nearly breaking free from the Guide's mental hold.
Had he forgotten to trim his nails? Or had the rough calluses yet to fade?
A high-level Guide could never be a liability on a mission. Jichang, possessing exceptional psychic abilities while also specializing in physical combat, carried the scars of years spent training and operating within the Tower—scars that only deepened with time, even after years of retirement.
Daniel had once teased Jichang for needing a stylus to touch the screen. Now, every sensation had to be borne solely by that tender, vulnerable part of his body.
Those hands were so rough that even a touch sent shivers through him. When they pinched and rubbed his clitoris, it felt like a cruel, erotic torture. Daniel had to fight every instinct in his body to resist the urge to flee the scene.
"Hiss—"
Jichang still had matters to attend to, his attention mainly on his phone. He used his other free right hand to reply to messages. As the sound of inhaling grew louder, Jichang finally paused his movements, rationally judging whether Daniel had learned his lesson.
Though his so-called words of wisdom were just the bias and condescension of someone a few years older looking down on the young. But should Daniel really trust a stranger so easily just after being fed a few meals? If he hadn't picked up Daniel in that situation, would Daniel have kept hoping to encounter a kind Guide who'd stroke his tail?
Daniel didn't know why Jichang had stopped. His cat ears twitched alertly, trying to gauge his owner's mood, making Jichang want to grab them and knead them in his palm.
He always faced his desires head-on, lifting his right hand to stroke the ears. To the cat, it was just a normal head pat, and Daniel naturally tilted his head to meet it. In reality, he was purring away, rubbing the warmth of his sun-drenched fur onto the hand.
It would have been even more tender if Daniel hadn't eagerly continued using his thigh to press Jichang's left hand deeper inside.
Physical connection was indeed the most efficient and direct form of bonding. Even without merging minds through mind-scope, soothing psychic energy already permeated the body's pathways. For a Sentinel who'd never experienced such a high-match Guide connection, the attraction and pleasure were enough to overshadow the dull ache.
Jichang's index finger slid in halfway as desired, his middle finger slowly circling its way in with gentle pressure. He felt the sensation of being enveloped and lightly sucked by Daniel's vagina, tapping against the soft, resilient mucosa. Transparent, viscous fluid trickled down Jichang's fingers, its path diverted by the prominent veins on his hand, gradually pooling into a crystalline droplet. pooling in his palm to form the world's smallest lake of lust.
Jichang glanced at his palm and crotch. Things were getting out of hand. He needed to add a masturbator and pet pads to his shopping list—better place the order now for midnight delivery.
"Mmmph?! Hyung?"
The consequence of his momentary distraction was that he pushed Daniel straight over the edge into climax. Fluid gushed out in streams from the hole still holding two fingers, bringing him to the brink of losing consciousness. The tail that always wound around Jichang's wrist went completely limp, hanging loosely over the edge of the wrist bone, about to slip off.
It took Daniel a good while to recover within the guide's soothing hold, mortified, too embarrassed to open his eyes. Only when he heard Jichang's soft chuckle did he turn his head away, trying to put on a look that said it was all reasonable, nothing to it. Yet his hands didn't dare slack off, still obediently propping up his thighs.
The sensitive spot couldn't take it anymore, protesting against its overbearing master by going on strike. The thick, soft labia swelled with blood, tinged like dragon fruit-colored lip gloss, puffing up to form a tight slit. It seemed utterly unwilling to expose the tender flesh within for anyone's amusement anymore.
Daniel asked with relief as if he had narrowly escaped disaster, "Are we completed the bond now?"
"..." Jichang paused while wiping his hands, momentarily considering whether to lie to the kid and say they had succeeded—that should buy at least a week of peace.
In the end, he gave up on the idea and said tactfully, "Unfortunately, but you didn't even pass the preparatory stage."
Jichang soon realized this excuse was terrible, too harsh and unreasonable. The look on Daniel's face after hearing those words was as if the sky had fallen. The lowest score he'd ever gotten before was at least a 60, and he had never failed a course.
Underestimating a model student’s drive and ignoring a cat’s heat cycle were equally disastrous mistakes.
"Is there anything wrong?"
Daniel had been listless for days, beyond mere confidence-shattering. He wasn't one to lose heart easily—clearly something else was wrong. His appetite had vanished, and he'd stopped talking to Jichang.
Do cats just randomly ignore people? Or was that pure black, fluffy tail hiding a single white hair? Was the real mind-guide actually a cow cat?
"No, probably just tired from all these tasks lately."
Jichang frowned. He tried to comfort him for a bit but got nowhere. When he reached out to put his arm around Daniel's waist, Daniel agilely shrank back. Going for the tail, he only brushed a few cat hairs. He thought Daniel was harder to pin down than liquid. Finally, after some effort, he caught him, placed him on his lap, and started checking him over.
His forehead wasn't hot. The old wound had healed well, and his bones and joints seemed fine... But as soon as Jichang touched his hips, Daniel started squirming. His breathing grew heavier. He protested it was ticklish, clamping his legs together, yet he never pushed Jichang's hand away or tried to leave.
If a Sentinel truly wanted to distance himself, a Guide couldn't stop him without using mind power.
Jichang actually breathed a sigh of relief, his mind easing. It turned out to be merely a lingering issue from the earlier mind-guide confusion and injury, affecting both ears and tail. Various other instincts had long surfaced, but Daniel's robust constitution and Jichang's own busyness had prevented him from noticing.
Jichang's heart held no sense of responsibility or guilt for failing to properly care for a junior. This made his inspection pace slower and slower, until it gradually stopped altogether. He let Daniel, troubled by his heat cycle, intentionally or not, rub against his dick through the pants, mild as a human-shaped catnip.
It wasn't until Daniel tried to unbutton Jichang's pants that he finally spoke up to stop him: "If nothing's wrong, then go rest."
Once a cat grew accustomed to its surroundings, it became a tyrant at home—spoiled, willful, and feigning ignorance. With Jichang's excessive compensatory psychology granting silent permission, Daniel successfully unbuckled the belt. He casually stretched his hole for a bit, then held Jichang's cock, ready to put it in.
Jichang couldn't even count how many times he'd sighed since meeting Daniel.
The vagina was narrow and shallow, but the uterus was undoubtedly fully developed—and completely defenseless.
Daniel had grown accustomed to Jichang's sighs, yet still argued defiantly, "I'm definitely doing better this time!"
"Are you sure you want to choose me to establish the bond?"
Jichang asked seriously. His noticeably inhuman pupils contracted slightly as he spoke, like a serpent from a moss-choked swamp shrouded in cold mist fixing its prey. Its cool scales flexed. A single wrong answer would get you swallowed whole.
"Of course, I'll be your sentinel from now on, and I'll certainly take responsibility for you."
OK,A solemn, perfect answer.
He gripped Daniel's waist, intending to carry him aside. He needed to take a cold shower first to cool off before buying condoms. Even if they were together, safe sex was essential—and Jichang didn't trust his self-control around Daniel.
Unfortunately, the first step failed.
Daniel hugged Jichang, not letting him leave. His tail also trembled as it looped around Jichang's waist, seeming as thoroughly dejected as its owner, thinking he had been rejected again.
"At least let me help you. I saw the package you ordered earlier! Why? Am I not right here? It'll be more comfortable than... that thing!"
He constantly talks about Bond requests, yet blushes at the mere mention of adult toys—acting like an inexperienced, innocent maiden. Yet he unwittingly vies for attention with sex toys in a lewd manner.
Jichang found it truly baffling. How had he managed to keep putting off Daniel's demands for so long before? He couldn't even wait these few minutes now.
As he lifted Daniel's thighs, his reason managed to return to him. He regained his senses just as he gripped Daniel's thigh. The tip of his cock, dripping with pre-cum, lingered at the entrance for a long moment before he pulled back. "Keep your legs together," he managed to say.
The Sentinel's legs were straight and slender, impossibly soft at the tops of his thighs, his skin translucent and bright. Jichang could lift both his ankles with one hand. Yet they weren't weak or frail. Jichang knew that if Daniel wanted, the Sentinel's instinct could make him tense and snap Jichang's own neck in an instant.
Now, just a few more kneading on his vaginal opening would cause copious bodily fluids to seep out, making it slippery to the touch. Jichang only needed to press his member into that hidden triangle, like plunging into a glass jar brimming with sticky honey. The sensation of thrusting back and forth was utterly sublime. Even if the fit wasn't perfect—when he paused the piston-like motion between his legs, Daniel's plump labia could only clamp around the shaft, leaving the tip exposed to the air—Jichang still felt the illusion of being fully inside Daniel. after all, the sensation of leg-only intercourse alone was already breathtakingly exquisite.
"Hyung?"
Daniel's limited sexual knowledge hadn't taught him legs could be used this way, but his ignorant body joyfully embraced any sensation the Guide offered, actively seeking pleasure. His focus narrowed to the tingling moments when the tip of the member brushed against his labia. The discomfort at his groin and the soreness from prolonged clenching seemed insignificant. Daniel wasn't sure if this was his own spontaneous feeling or the result of Jichang's mental adjustment.
"Just hang in there a little longer."
Jichang slowed down, recalling many details. The mating cycle had actually started long ago. It was just that Daniel was confused about his own physical state and, not understanding it clearly, didn’t dare get close, which made him seem indifferent. But when Daniel wasn’t fully awake, he was even clingier than when he was first brought in, even actively rubbing against people’s hands and faces. It seemed even light touches brought him relief or pleasure.
Jichang stared at Daniel's thin, translucent cat ears for a long moment. Warm overhead light streamed through, making every vein and blood vessel clearly visible. After flipping Daniel over, he placed his hand between Daniel and the table surface to prevent pressure on his lower back—a meticulous, considerate gesture. Yet his thoughts wandered: If this is the case, then surely other feline traits are present too.
His index finger curved, the knuckle tapping lightly just below the tailbone, at the base of the tail. True to his expectation, he observed Daniel's buttocks lifting higher and higher, gradually rising to a height where Jichang's penis was conveniently positioned for him to masturbate directly using his legs.
During a brief pause, Daniel yawned lazily, the tip of his tail tapping the floor. He seemed perfectly content, utterly unaware of how inviting his posture was. Behind him, Jichang silently praised his perfect obedience, even imagining a future where a simple tap on the tailbone would make Daniel instinctively prepare to receive.
After shifting positions, the tender flesh between his legs and perineum became easier to reach. Soon, the large member rubbed them raw and red. Jichang released himself just before Daniel cried out in pain, panting softly as he untangled the tail that had tightened around his arm. He pulled out several tissues to wipe away the semen where they'd been pressed together.
Daniel's tail stubbornly shifted toward his well-defined waist and abdomen, lingering for a few seconds before audaciously sliding down the V-line. Jichang immediately caught it, giving Daniel himself a fleeting, noncommittal warning glance.
Daniel had grown accustomed to Jichang's occasional inexplicable actions, but he still believed he hadn't done anything wrong. Standing his ground, he retorted, "What now?"
Jichang had almost let him off the hook, but hearing this made him laugh, his serpentine pupils narrowing. He reached out to brush a few stray strands of hair from Daniel's forehead. This time, ignoring his tail's restless twitching, he didn't give Daniel any time to adjust. Instead, he poured his psychic energy into the Sentinel's entire body, keeping senses like vision unchanged while pushing physical sensation to its absolute limit, invading the mind-scope.
"Ah?!"
Daniel abruptly saw he had an extra tail, and it was shamelessly hooked around Jichang's hip. He finally understood what Jichang had been touching earlier. Both embarrassed and distraught, he immediately tried to yank the tail back. But the movement was too forceful, nearly sending it flying into the dishes nearby. Jichang caught the tail with practiced ease. In that instant, Daniel's body went completely rigid. He couldn't handle the other's body heat or this bizarre sensation at all. His sensitivity had also been dialed up way too high.
Daniel finally got used to it a little, carefully cradling his tail to examine it, when he suddenly realized with horror: "Why are there still ears?!"
But it was too late. Jichang's hand had already reached the base of his cat ears. Combined with the heat, the intense pleasure nearly overwhelmed him. Even as Jichang's hand began to withdraw, Daniel reluctantly arched his back, rubbing against it.
He was just a bit shorter than Jichang—a height difference that made it easy to reach up for a head pat. Tilting his head back allowed the broad edge of Jichang's palm to rub the tips of his cat ears. Yet this once-ordinary touch now felt utterly extraordinary.
Daniel drifted into a haze of sensation, each movement of the other sending him to new heights. He didn't notice his tail slipping between Jichang's fingers, being wrapped twice around his wrist, and then thrust deep into the wet, slippery opening of his lower half.
"Hmm! No... no! Take it out!"
"Good boy. I'll be right back."
The bearing that allowed no contradiction from Jichang's time as a leader in the Tower gradually resurfaced. He even carried the perfectly proportioned "kitten ornament" to bed, preventing Daniel from injuring himself by moving around in the throes of ecstasy. After kissing Daniel's forehead, he left.
He couldn't yet control his tail with any skill, and Jichang had placed it precisely on a sensitive spot. Within a minute, Daniel's expression had turned utterly wretched—his pitiful, tear-streaked face was enough to stir pity in anyone. Unfortunately, Jichang was absent, leaving not even his mind-guide behind.
This was because during Daniel's last mission, he'd constantly felt like he was being watched. After completing the entire mission drenched in cold sweat, he'd rushed home to warn Jichang to be vigilant, sensing potential danger.
The sentinel had only a cursory understanding of the guide's training, unaware that a powerful guide could render their spirit form invisible. Yet the sentinel dispatched by the tower possessed sufficiently keen intuition and vigilance to sense the ever-present gaze around them, even without sight. This led to the peculiar and comical situation where the frightened black cat, startled by the white snake, sought comfort from the very snake upon returning home.
After that, Jichang let Daniel roam freely, ensuring the safety-focused mind-guide would no longer follow.
Now, even this exceptionally powerful Sentinel could only channel all five senses into experiencing intense sexual pleasure.
Jichang knew Daniel was likely enjoying it immensely, unaware that such pleasure could shatter one's will. When he returned, Daniel's tail had slipped out, and the constant flow of arousal had long soaked through the pet pad on the bedsheet. Normally, achieving a second orgasm so quickly after the first is difficult for humans, but those influenced by feline instincts defy logic.
Despite such thorough preparation, even after putting on the condom, it still took a long time of careful grinding before tip of the duck could finally enter.
Jichang looked down to see Daniel's hole already swollen—whether from grinding during leg play or soaking in too much fluid until it was soft and tender. His clit was puffed up like a ripe grape, seeming as though a gentle squeeze would make it drip with moisture.
Daniel didn't learns his lesson. Calmed by Guide's mental influence, he stopped struggling. Only his tail continued to flick rapidly in irritation, while he focused solely on the strange, pleasurable sensation of being filled and filled by the penis. His uterus sat shallow, leading him to believe he'd taken the entire cock inside. Only when Jichang thrust his hips forward and began tentative movements did Daniel realize a significant portion remained exposed. Yet the sheer size was enough to create the illusion his uterus was being pierced through, its inner walls constantly drenched in prostate fluid.
The improperly used vagina was indeed tender to the touch, and despite the gradual progression of their lovemaking, Daniel couldn't shake the feeling that it was being worn raw.
"Do you still want to bond?" Jichang repeated. Noticing Daniel's discomfort, he'd largely withdrawn, still maintaining an extraordinary gentleness and tolerance, ready to catch every one of Daniel's choices.
Having come this far, with the mind-scope gradually merging, Daniel gritted his teeth despite his dread. Clutching the shaft that had withdrawn most of the way, he locked eyes with Jichang while lowering his hips. Coordinating with his hands, he forced the cock back into his own hole. He knew it was a lewd act, but beyond that, he truly didn't want to endure the daily negative pain brought on by his Sentinel constitution anymore.
The long-forgotten pain brought Daniel back to his senses. He began questioning Jichang's actions—where was the respect or choice in this? Placing him, leg-fucking, playing endlessly without entering—it felt like he was begging to endure every possible hardship just to get fucked.
Jichang didn't mean to torment Daniel—just as a house cat couldn't naturally endure a snake's rough, intimate coiling and neck-grinding—he was simply venting his "normal, ordinary" desires on him, perhaps mixed with some the anguish of enduring temptation for an extended period. But it was already overwhelming for Daniel.
Besides, Daniel had played a little scheme, only taking part of it in to show his intent. The feeling of fullness and the faint tearing sensation terrified him. He mustered up courage over and over, still not daring to sit down any further.
Jichang sighed again. Daniel now knew immediately that something was terribly wrong whenever he heard that sigh, but it was too late.
Jichang's hand was already on his shoulder. With a firm press, he thoughtfully blocked Daniel's pain receptors. That last shred of reason vanished, leaving him a dazed pussycat clinging to the cock for pleasure.
Bliss turned to agony at its peak. Daniel felt as if the overwhelming pleasure would scramble his brain. Breathing became a struggle, gasping like a fish out of water.
A permanent bond was an intensely stable, exclusive connection. Severing it brought unbearable agony, more dangerous than the innate burden of a Sentinel's heightened senses. When connected, every sensation and feedback came from his Guide—the only anchor he could rely on. Thankfully, once the waves of pleasure flooded his senses, beyond the sheer stimulation, there was a deep sense of reassurance.
His cock ground repeatedly against the flesh walls. Jichang had barely gotten into his stride when he looked down and saw the boy had already been fucked into a daze. Tears clung to his lashes, and he was nearly biting his own tongue.
"You said this time would be better than before. I thought you were experienced, but... did you even learn how to establish a bond?"
He remarked with a hint of resignation, forced to slow his rhythm, to be gentler.
Act so confident, why do him look like a total mess after just getting fucked a couple times? Can't handle it at all. Skip out on sex ed?
Truthfully, for a first time, Jichang had been downright excessive.
Daniel was determined not to give in, clenching his abdomen to force the man to ejaculate. But Jichang forcefully bent his waist, thrusting upward with brutal force. Like an inverted semen receptacle, the exposed hole was stretched to capacity, filled to the brim with sticky, viscous cum. spasming and convulsing as it expelled a torrent of lustful juices, semen overflowing. Thankfully, Jichang had the foresight to wear a condom; otherwise, he'd have had to shower after just two ejaculations.
When Jichang woke up the next morning, not a single cat hair remained in his arms. He began to wonder if last night's exhaustion from working too long had caused his mind to wander, turning daydreams into nighttime visions. Fortunately, before he even stepped out of the bedroom, he spotted a black cat fast asleep in the corner of the bed—it was Daniel's mind-guide, finally separated from the mind-scope.
Jichang picked up the cat. The sleeping creature was entirely limp, devoid of any bones, like a pudding nestled in his crook. He mused wistfully: Normal. Cats have their own feline lives to live.
Before his thoughts could fully settle, a door creaked open. Daniel’s neck still bore traces of blood, not yet wiped clean.
Turns out he’d merely gone to fulfill a temporary assignment assigned by the Tower.
the cat didn't abandon its human today either.