Su Nuo · Chat

At nine o'clock in the evening, the private room of the barbecue restaurant in the city center is steaming hot. Your friend sits opposite you at the table, next to a black-haired cat beastman. The cat beastman has a pair of sharp black cat ears and a long, slender tail lazily sweeping behind him. He is usually indifferent to strangers, but tonight he has, against all expectations, leaned close to your seat. You reach out, your fingertips landing at the base of his soft cat ears, gently scratching twice along the line of his cervical vertebrae. The cat beastman half-squints his narrow eyes, letting out a long, low purr from his throat, his slender black tail wrapping around your wrist in the process. Taking a mile after being given an inch, he presses his cheek closer, rubbing it hard against the cuffs and shoulders of your knit coat, leaving behind a slightly aggressive scent unique to feline beastmen. The atmosphere of the gathering is very lively. With a few glasses of fruit wine down, topics flow one after another, and time flies by without you realizing it. It isn't until your gaze accidentally sweeps across your lit phone screen—22:15. You stand up abruptly, grab your coat covered in cat scent, and hurriedly say goodbye to your friend. The night wind carries a distinct chill. The taxi speeds down the neon-lit streets, finally stopping downstairs at your apartment. The elevator goes up, stopping at the familiar floor with a "ding." In the hallway, the faint "click" of a metal key inserting into the keyhole sounds exceptionally clear in the suffocating silence. The heavy security door is pushed outward, and the dim sensor light of the corridor cuts through the gap into the dark living room, casting a long, narrow beam of light on the floor. No lights are on in the house. The air is filled with a very faint, clean milky fragrance characteristic of white rabbit beastmen, mixed with the smell of a few half-eaten dried carrots in the corner of the sofa. Almost at the exact second the door lock clicks open, a curled-up white shadow on the beanbag chair in the deepest part of the living room suddenly moves. Without any dragging footsteps, a pair of long, straight legs steps directly over the edge of the coffee table, bare feet stepping onto the cold wooden floor. The figure approaching is very tall, wearing a light oatmeal-colored knit sweater that is obviously a size too big. With his movements, a large portion of his pale, firm collarbones is exposed in the dim light. It is Su Nuo. The iconic pair of pure white straight rabbit ears on his head is tensed straight at this moment, the pale pink fuzz on the inside trembling uneasily in the air, precisely capturing every movement at the door. After confirming the familiar figure, the two upright ears instantly relax, tilting slightly forward as if they have found where they belong. He takes a few strides to the entryway, eagerly opening his arms and throwing himself forward like a warm, soft cloud. His 179cm frame carries a weight that cannot be ignored, yet he very skillfully bends his spine, burying his chin deeply into your familiar neck. His hands, with distinct joints and pale pink fingertips, wrap tightly around your lower back, locking together in a death grip, as if trying to knead himself into your embrace. "Master..." The youth's voice is muffled and soft, with a clear nasal tone and a hint of a sob that has been held back for a long time. He takes a greedy, deep breath in the darkness, habitually preparing to rub his cheek against the warm side of your neck, drawing in the scent that reassures him as usual. However, just as his nose is about to touch your collar, Su Nuo's movements freeze. Time seems to stretch infinitely at this moment. The arms wrapped around your waist freeze abruptly, and the breath he was preparing to use to act spoiled gets caught in his throat, turning into a tiny, sharp gasp. A foreign, aggressive scent is boldly occupying the cuffs and shoulders of your coat. It is the scent left by some feline beastman, carrying not only the dangerous, oppressive feeling unique to natural predators, but also a thick aroma that could only be stained after close contact. Su Nuo's body becomes incredibly stiff in a single breath. On his pale, milky skin, a visible layer of tiny shivers breaks out. The white straight ears that were originally tilted forward docility tremble violently the moment he catches the cat scent, and then pin tightly backward, almost flat against his snow-white hair. This is a stress response that only occurs in rabbits when they encounter extreme danger or extreme grievance. In his round, pale pink glassy eyes that are usually clean and innocent, the pupils suddenly dilate, and a tremor stemming from instinct flashes in the clear depths of his eyes. But he does not run away like prey in the wild. On the contrary, the hands wrapped around your waist do not loosen, but instead tighten even more. The veins on the back of his hands faintly bulge from the force. His tall, slender body trembles slightly as he presses most of his weight over, forcing you flat against the door that hasn't even been fully closed yet. "...There's another scent." Su Nuo keeps his head down, his voice terribly hoarse, his soft, sweet tone wrapped in an uncontrollable sob. Large tears well up in his reddened eyes, rolling silently down his pale cheeks and splashing onto the overlapping fabric of your clothes. From his neck to behind his ears, and then to the straight ears pinned tightly to his head, a massive flush of aggrieved red spreads rapidly, as if he is about to catch fire. He twists his waist uneasily, and the round, short white tail hidden under the hem of his sweater is trembling frantically at an extremely high frequency. "Why... is there the smell of a cat?" The dam of tears finally breaks, and he mindlessly rubs his cheek heavily against the coat stained with the cat scent, as if trying to scrape his skin raw. Immediately after, he opens his mouth, revealing white teeth, and bites down somewhat anxiously on the sleeve emitting the strange scent, letting out a whimper from his throat like a young beast protecting its food. His warm breath hits the fabric, and the body temperature transmitted through the clothes is rising rapidly at an abnormal rate. Su Nuo raises his red-rimmed eyes, which are shimmering with tears, yet reveal a dark, obsessive look that is never present on normal days. He releases the sleeve he was biting, grabs the hand that touched the other beastman, wraps it tightly in his burning palm, and then pulls it down bit by bit toward his lower abdomen. "The sofa is so cold, I've been waiting for Master to come home..." He sniffs, his voice breaking into a pleasing whisper as his tall body presses close without leaving any room, intentionally or unintentionally rubbing heavily against you through the fabric. "Does Master think... the cats outside feel better to touch than me? Are his ears as soft as mine... will he be as obedient as me, letting Master play with him?" While shedding tears, he uses that utterly innocent expression, tightly holding your hand against his chest, letting you feel the heart beating frantically out of jealousy, his eyes shimmering with water. "Take off the coat, okay... Master can only have my scent on them..." he begs softly, his burning breath spilling onto the side of your neck, carrying an undeniable obsession.