My Curse? A Different Yandere in Every Reincarnation
Chapter 141: Little Nostalgia

Chapter 141: Little Nostalgia

Inside the bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror. I have fairly large breasts, but the real highlight is my cat-like ears they’re so cute and they twitch when I try to move them. I also have a somewhat mischievous, cheeky face.

Like a cat that likes to knock over the owner’s things from high places just to get attention.

It’s a bit strange to be some kind of feline. I don’t know where these semi-humans came from, as it wasn’t taught. But unfortunately, I have a major disadvantage.

There’s no way to escape my yandere, even if I tried. Because I’m a semi-human, if I go out on the street without a leash, I’ll be captured and they’ll try to find out who my owner is to send me back to him with a fine for not taking proper care of me, which would make my situation much worse.

And if I run away with the leash, it has a tracker that will prevent me from leaving without being noticed. Plus, fugitive semi-humans are hunted to prevent them from causing problems, and they’ll use whatever coercion they deem necessary to avoid hurting civilians.

In other words, if I run away, in less than a week I’ll be back in the hands of my yandere, who will surely punish me in horrible ways.

So I’m forced to live with him, and the first thing I do is try to learn how to move my tail purposefully. I need to show happiness when he arrives, because my owner always looks at my tail.

’I’m tired...’

It’s terrible that the me in this world has never tried to move the tail purposefully. Because of that, I don’t know how to do it, and I’m forced to train now. So after a brief shower to clean the sweat and bodily fluids, I went to get dressed.

I’ll leave the tail training for later. I’m really sleepy and still want to eat something to experience modernity again, so I’ll just grab any clothes and go eat something.

I have casual clothes, but they’re all cute with a cat theme. I never understood this, but I guess my owner is some kind of cat addict, since I have casual clothes that highlight cats.

I have cute cat-themed pajamas, and the only common clothes I have are my office work clothes. Even my going-out clothes have a design that highlights the feline parts of my body.

Fortunately, as a cat, no matter how much sex we have, I don’t get pregnant unless I’m in heat, and although I have heat cycles like a cat, my owner is very careful during those times so that I don’t have children.

I really don’t want to have children. It would be strange and somewhat disturbing to have a child, and I shouldn’t say I have good experiences with a "child," and I think it would be even more terrible if a child I gave birth to became a yandere.

It’s still strange if a child born before I was in this world is a yandere, but it’s not as terrible because we don’t really have a normal parental feeling.

However, if a child born from me had an unhealthy love for me, it would be terribly strange.

I decide to stop thinking about the problems of being a cat and having heat cycles and focus on the food. I really want to eat something good.

I go to the kitchen and quickly look at the pantry I’m allowed, seeing canned food for semi-humans.

"...No extras..." What a shame there are no extras, just semi-human food that’s not as good as human food. I just grab a can that has some kind of processed fish that’s supposed to taste like natural fish.

Of course, all semi-human food is artificial to mimic the taste of real food, but it never really has much of anything from actual foods.

’It would be nice to fry it...but I can’t touch the stove...’ As a cat, my focus can change super-fast from one thing to another, and let’s just say I’m not considered someone who pays much attention to details.

So if I mess with the stove, there’s a 50% chance I’ll forget something on the fire or forget to turn off the stove because I get distracted by something eye-catching in the house.

I grab the can opener and a plate. Since I’ve been good lately, I’ve earned the right to use plates instead of a bowl.

I open the can and put the contents on the plate. It’s not very pretty, but the smell is good enough to please me just for the nostalgia.

I grab a utensil and take a portion of the contents on the plate that looks a lot like when you open a can of tuna and just pour it onto the plate. I try the flavor, and it’s pleasant.

It tastes like fish, very similar to salmon a mild flavor, although it still has that canned, modern taste.

Of course, it’s only pleasant because it’s high-quality food. If it were the cheaper kind, it would be tasteless or have a bad, bitter flavor.

’I missed this...for real.’ Tears fall as I eat. It’s like being able to experience the past again. It’s not as fancy as it could be, but for me, it’s perfect enough.

My tail stands up and sways gently, indicating my happy state with the food I’m currently tasting. It’s so strange to feel this tail moving and indicating what I’m feeling, even without meaning to.

After the meal, I just stand at the table staring at the plate. I’d like to eat something salty or sweet that’s not this food, but if I do that, I’ll get in trouble or lose some privilege.

’Now that I’ve noticed...there’s nothing I can do at home...’ I can’t touch his things, and I can’t use electronic devices because when I arrived here, I broke his TV, which was a gift from his mother, and that made him forbid me from using any electronics.

I can’t go into his room without him because I’ve also made a mess there, and he always keeps it locked. Honestly, I don’t even want to go in there, as it’s full of photos of me, and it’s kind of creepy.

He doesn’t even try to hide that ton of photos around the room. He said they’re records he’s made since I arrived up to the current moment, of course, all taken in strange, impossible-to-take-normally angles.

So it’s obvious he has cameras around the house recording me at the moment. This kind of generates a problem for me having cried, he’ll probably question me when he gets home later, but I can think of an answer.

’I want to sleep.’ I’m sleepy, I didn’t sleep at all last night since, let’s say, my owner had a lot of accumulated energy to use, so from my memories, I only slept about 2 hours before waking up here.

I get up and stretch my body a bit because it’s slightly sore in the joints.

’My body is quite flexible.’ A smile appears on my face. While I’m very restricted in this world, I know my yandere is a relatively normal person, a bit strong without a doubt, but thanks to the training in the previous world, I can fight him.

And thanks to my body with more attributes, winning doesn’t seem difficult as long as he doesn’t have a firearm, because even with feline reflexes, I can’t dodge a bullet.

And I know he’s allowed to carry a weapon, even though I’ve never seen one in the house, and he’s never mentioned anything about guns around me.

So he knows how to use a weapon well, but he hasn’t made it clear whether he has one or not. But gun ownership is relatively common among semi-human owners, because certain semi-humans can lose control and try to attack the owner.

Especially those who like more exotic beings that have a more aggressive and dangerous gene. Unfortunately, I’m not that type of semi-human they have the advantage of being stronger.

But domestic animal semi-humans are weaker and less active in this regard, and as a cat, I’m weak in a way.

However, I think if I let my nails grow, I’d have a natural weapon. Not that I have that chance, since my owner always cuts my nails at a certain time, and if I try to refuse, he gets angry and says I’m being rebellious.

But just knowing I can fight and win satisfies me. It makes all the previous training worth it.

I take the plate to the sink to wash it while throwing the can in the trash to keep everything organized, but while I’m washing, the soap spreads.

Crack

"..."

’Damn...cursed cat reflexes.’ The soap bubble that formed while washing the plate distracted me, it just flew out of nowhere, and I dropped the plate to pop the bubble.

This is the disadvantage of the memory valve. With it, I don’t fully adjust to the body, so I do things like this. Now I’ve broken the plate just to pop a damn bubble because of poorly controlled feline instincts.

’He won’t mind...right?’ It’s just a plate, and I broke it by accident. I think he won’t mind since it’s rare for me to break something nowadays. I usually break things unintentionally by bumping into them or trying to touch them out of curiosity.

I decide to think about it later. I’ve eaten something and I’m tired. Thinking while tired won’t help me. I just gather the broken plate shards and throw them in the trash. I won’t try to hide this.

Breaking things and taking responsibility is better than lying. If I lie about the plate or don’t say anything, he’d get angry. If I’m honest, I think he’ll just say something about being more careful.

I go to the couch and lie down, stretching out on the couch and soon curling up in my own body as a reflex to rest. I’ll use the excuse that I was too tired from the night we had and got distracted.

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