My Curse? A Different Yandere in Every Reincarnation
Chapter 142: Meeting

Chapter 142: Meeting

"Time to wake up," I hear a voice and a gentle touch caressing my head in the space between my feline ears, quickly opening my eyes with shivers for not having noticed this presence until he spoke.

"..." I look, seeing the man who is my owner and the Yandere of this world. He has black hair and white eyes, with a strong but not exaggerated physique. His eyes are white due to a disease he has.

But the disturbing part was the fact that I didn’t notice his approach, even while sleeping I’m still a cat and should have noticed.

"Aren’t you happy to see me?" He questions, looking at my tail that is low and bristled.

"S-Sorry, master, it’s just that I b-broke a plate," I say, putting the blame on the fact that I broke a plate and that this makes me "scared," which would make total sense.

’Okay...it seems memories are not so reliable.’ In my memories, he doesn’t have this slightly creepy aura, maybe the way the "me" of this world sees him changes the way he appears in my memories.

As if I was constantly seeing him through a filter of adoration because he is my owner, and now that I’m here, this filter has been broken.

’Arthur Kaiser...he’s kind of horrifying.’ I can’t call him by his normal name, so I just call him master.

"You don’t need to be scared, I won’t punish you for a small mistake like that. I’m happier that you told me the truth, I would be sad if you had lied," he says, petting my head, which immediately relaxes my body.

My tail moves with happiness as my face melts in pleasure. This is so good. He moves his hand, petting my head with a smile.

"Did you enjoy your time off?" He asks me without stopping the petting as I close my eyes, moving my head closer to his hand.

"Yes...it was good," I murmur in a purr, enjoying his touch.

"That’s great, I see my lazy kitty slept most of the day on the couch...would you like to go out today to eat something special?" He speaks, mentioning food.

’Was it because he saw my tears when eating the canned food?’ There’s no reason to refuse.

"Yes, I’d love to," I’ll do as Yeom said, I’ll take full advantage of whatever I can get.

"That’s great, it will be 7:00 soon and I’ve already made a reservation for 8:00, so we have time to get ready."

"...You smell like other cats," I murmur, sensing his scent.

"Yes, I saw a cute little kitty on my way home," he says, stopping the petting and going to the TV.

"You can go get ready for our dinner, I’ll just wait here," he says, giving me space to get ready.

"Master, you also smell of catnip," I tell him, sensing the pleasant scent coming from him.

’First the smell of cats and now catnip...’

"Yes, I went to a store," he says without any hesitation.

"...Are you looking for another cat?" I question with a strange insecurity about it.

"Hahaha, are you jealous? Don’t worry, you’re the only cat I want. I’m just thinking of buying new things for you, so I stopped by a pet store."

"..."

’What a shitty analogy...’ Now the insecurity has turned into discomfort. I just got compared to common animals.

"I’m going to take a shower," I tell him, and he just waves his hand, giving me the freedom I need while I go to the bathroom.

’It’s not all bad...but it’s not good either.’ The color of his aura is a very dark red, so he’s dangerous, but it’s still difficult to deduce how dangerous he is.

I step into the shower, trying to think about all the memories. I liked his touch, I felt insecure about other cats, and although I felt discomfort and shivers when he approached without me noticing, I don’t have an instinctive fear of him.

I’d say I’m strangely similar to a domestic cat. I like the petting, I don’t want him with other animals, and I feel uncomfortable with sudden approaches that I didn’t notice, but I don’t have real fear.

I don’t know how good or bad this can be. Arthur seems to see me as an animal too, and he’s never shown jealousy when I talk to coworkers at the office, so I think it’s relatively safe.

’I’ve only been here for a few hours, so it’s hard to say.’ I turn on the shower, entering the warm water. Of course, I hate cold water, and warm water was one of the first privileges I gained and did everything to maintain.

It seems to be part of the feline instincts, but water in general is unpleasant, especially if it’s cold. I even like taking showers, but as long as the water is warm and the shower is brief.

I take a 5-minute warm water shower and look at myself in the mirror, my long hair dripping with water as I dry off with the towel.

This brings me a ridiculously embarrassing image, a memory from the past of something I stopped doing, I think when I was around 18 and it lasted until I was 21. Currently, I’m 25 years old.

And what I did in that 3-4 year period was that after showers, I would sit somewhere and, using my incredible flexibility, lick different parts of my body, including my intimate areas, as I was in heat during that time.

Honestly, it’s crazy how flexible I am to be able to reach my intimate areas just by moving, and I think I really didn’t need to remember that, but the memory valve makes the most common memories come back with small triggers.

And the reason I stopped doing that is because I saw images of it in Arthur’s room, which is not a sight I would like to share.

Leaving the bathroom, I see Arthur in front of the door with a black dress with a red rose design, beautiful and a bit casual with an elegant touch, but nothing exaggerated.

"For you, I think this one suits you," he seems to have just come here, showing that he knows exactly how long I usually take in the bathroom.

"Thank you, it’s beautiful, I love it," I say, trying to sound honest and giving him a hug, which presses my large breasts against him.

"I was sure you’d like it. By the way, I have some bad news about your job," he says, placing the dress on a nearby table.

"W-Was I fired?" I ask nervously. Losing this job has a terrible meaning. Arthur doesn’t trust me to be free for several consecutive days, the job was a way for him to give me some freedom.

If I lose the job, it means being trapped in a collar and being limited in various extra things until he returns home and releases me.

"Of course not, my little kitty. You’re just changing departments. Unfortunately, we’re having a brief change due to the company owner and his pet."

"Let’s just say that favoritism has put his pet in a somewhat high position, and that means you...well, you’ll need to be moved to a different department if you want to keep your job."

"...T-That’s okay..." It’s not such a big problem, I guess.

"Great, I knew you’d understand. I even spoke to him to get you a good spot in your new department," Arthur says with a smile. I know they’re both friends, and although I don’t know Arthur’s position, I know he’s in an extremely high position at the company we work for.

Our work is at a technology company that manages the collars used by each semi-human in the city, and this is extremely important since they must never malfunction.

"Now put on your dress and let’s go, the restaurant is a bit far, and we don’t want to be late, right?" He says with a smile.

"Yes, we don’t want to be late...master, could you give me $1000?" I don’t have the right to keep my salary, so it always goes to the owner, who decides what to do with it.

This is the case for all semi-humans who work. They cannot have the right to the money they work hard to earn for reasons such as preventing murder plans against their owners or escape plans.

"$1,000? What for?" Arthur asks, not denying, just curious.

"I want to buy something cool for myself online and donate the rest of the money. What I want costs between $10 and $50," This is a test. Will he give me money if I use a portion for myself and the other portion for good deeds?

"...Hmm."

"Okay, you’ve been a great kitty, so I think you deserve this treat for your efforts. You can have the $50 you need, and I’ll donate the $950."

"Thank you." This works, it wasn’t quite what I expected, but it’s enough.

"Here’s my phone, you can make your order, and then I’ll donate the rest," he says, handing me his phone, which I take. He then goes to his room, leaving me with the phone.

’What a suggestive wallpaper...’ He has a very suggestive wallpaper of me, but that was to be expected.

I really don’t have any interest in anything, I just wanted to test, and he did give me money, so I just choose any cat toy online that costs between $10 and $50 and buy it.

After buying it, I put the phone aside and take the dress to go to my room to change.