Tharntype The Series, Special Chapter 2: My Cute Kitten

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Tharntype The Series, Special Chapter 2: My Cute Kitten

"Meow..."

"Huh, so cute."

"What are you looking at, Tharn. My goosebumps are rising."

"Ouch, it's the Animal World documentary."

Type, who had just come home from a movie with the football team, turned his head to see the big, half-laying, half-sitting man watching TV and laughing with satisfaction. Both wide-eyed men stared dead in the picture, and it wasn't until the picture started that he jerked up and sat down on the couch.

"Watching at this video of the cat singing, obviously."

What if his so-called Animal World documentary was these Scottish Folded Cats meowing and humming a song that didn't count, and the organizers kept applauding them, praising them for being so cute and so smart that they could sing and all that, and mapping them to not loving animals and not loving children (I'm not a good person.) Raising an eyebrow, he turned to look at his husband who was silent.

That's what you look like. You should be watching some murder movies, not kittens singing.

"It's not nothing to look at ah, just happened to see this table, I think it's quite cute, you see, so gentle oh." Tharn said, while also twisting his head to look at the TV screen, just in time to play the Persian cat ready to jump onto his master's lap and sleep, raising his little eyes to look deeply, as if to say... Be my servant.

Those who listened had a curious look on their faces.

"Don't say you're the cat's servant."

"No, it just feels cute." Type replied coldly, without any emotion.

"I don't think you like cats, you just like that seductive habit of cats."

"Hahaha haha." Tharn burst into instant laughter and shook his head before stomping his foot.

"I didn't say a word."

"Hum, just look down and you'll be able to guess. I'm kind enough to remind you oh, if you ever get a messy cat, I'll chop it up!" The man who is jealous doesn't want to hide their jealousy now, but only make the people who listen to them turn their heads and smile a little.

"Why should I go out looking for a cat when I already have such a cat of my own?" He smiled wickedly, reached over and stroked his darling's hair, then gently lifted a small bundle.

Shit!

"Bastrd, I'm not a cat, and don't look at me like you're the dog ready to mate. I'm tired today and I'm definitely not playing with you." The lad sitting clearly understood, plus said threateningly with a hint of laughter. Don't bully me like I am a four-legged beast, so Tharn had no choice but to laugh helplessly.

Angry, temperamental, cherishing your own things, loving life, hard to serve... You're just a kitten.

The words certainly didn't come out of the mouth, he only turned to see the tired footballer going into the toilet and then continuing to turn his head to the TV.

It's impossible not to imagine the naughty and amusing images of the kitten.

If Type is as gentle as a Meow... That would be nice too.

"Hmmm."

In the middle of the night, Tharn was half asleep and half-awake when he noticed that the person next to him was tossing and turning uneasily, so he had to hurry to clear his mind for fear that Type was having a bad dream.

Type had stopped having nightmares since their freshman year, and now that they were both seniors, Tharn was still uneasy about whether the shadows of childhood were rising again. He should be so angry that that crazy bastrd did something so hurtful to a child that it left a trauma in his heart.

So, turning around and lifting a little, straining to look at the other man in the darkness.

"Ai’Type, eh Ai’Type, what's wrong with you?" Big hands shook his shoulders gently, felt his body heat too hot, and opened his eyes momentarily.

Bam!

It was only when the handsome boy turned and turned on the light that the yellow light at the head of the bed illuminated the whole room, and it was this light that showed Tharn the strangest thing in life.

Cat... Ears.

"Later... Hey hehe, eh Ai’Type, what is this ah."

Tharn opened his eyes wide and looked at the black ears that came out of his head. He reached for his shoulder and shook it gently, hoping the owner of the ears would hurry to wake up and answer him, telling him it was just him purposely wearing cat ears and pretending to be cute and play with him... ...Ai’Type wasn't like that.

Suppose, instead of waking up, he throws out his trembling hand... ...to fight.

"Meow!"

It's so soft.

The handsome boy could only think without saying a word, and feel the soft ears that were just as real. It's not that he wants it... It can still be moved.

Other than that, when he plucked the surrounding thick hair, he found that the ears were growing out of his head, so he tried... Oh.

"Ouch, that hurts, Tharn. Why are you messing with my ear?" Tugging at his ears brought the sleeping man to his senses, yelling and screaming so loudly that Tharn nearly fainted and took a deep breath.

It's the same person as before, the original Type.

"I'm only going to ask you why you grew cat ears." The question brings out a look of whether you're crazy or not from the person listening.

"Don't believe me, feel it for yourself." Tharn said as he brought his hand up to touch the top of his head, which also caused Type to momentarily glare.

"Hey eh! What have you done to my ears?" Still not believing that it was his ear, Tharn took a deep breath.

"I didn't do anything, see, it really grew out of your head and can still move." After hearing this, those who listened almost burst into tears. A face of shock rubbed his ears, and it was then that Tharn noticed certain details.

Swish!

"Meow~~"

"Hey!"

He saw something moving under the covers, so he grabbed it with one hand, and the result was Type shouting loudly. Stunned, his eyes widened, he lifted the covers, and then he realized that it turned out to be... A tail.

"Huh? My tail? Meow.... You caught it, and I felt you touch it." Type shuddered and looked to the smooth black haired tail that was wagging nonstop between Tharn's fingers. That didn't make the handsome boy smile at all.

"Does it feel like I'm grabbing your arm?"

At this moment Tharn must have been thinking about going to the hospital, but he also wanted to make sure Type wasn't playing a joke with him.

"Meow... It's like, like you're touching my arm. Ai’Tharn, I can make myself change eh!" Type also looked about to have a nervous breakdown, until the person listening said in a solid tone.

"What a kitty."

"I'm not a kitty!" The tired man protested in a low voice, but it was too weak to even lift his head. It also makes one surer that if the wife is compared to some kind of animal, it's definitely a cat.

All of a sudden.

"Hmmm! Do not touch the hips."

"That's some slxtty shit you are, Meow."

"Don't call me a Meow. Ah!"

Cats are always fickle, the presenter had said. But it's not like there's no way around it. Because of the bickering, big hands gently stroked the lower hips, holding the tail and kneading back and forth. Even the most vicious kitten will be gentle for a moment, spread their legs wide, and then act as if... And then they want to seduce people and commit crimes.

Thereafter, the trip to the hospital was put aside for now, as the Tharn caregiver wanted to give the cat a cat worth screw first.

The screwing was given and all he could hear was the meowing and wailing of the meow.

It was impossible to do this on a normal day, so Tharn just wanted to have a good time.

"Whoops! What are you kicking me for?"

"Then why are you touching my waist! Touch it like something's growing on it."

In the morning, Tharn almost got kicked out of bed. The man beside him was so annoyed that he lifted his feet to kick, while his hands guarded his waist as his xsshole husband touched him so tightly that he was falling down. Imagine waking up to see yourself with your pants down and someone asking to touch your buttocks all the time, anyone who doesn't get mad is crazy.

This look made Tharn feel a little helpless.

"Hey, too bad oh, it was so cute last night."

"Cute you ghost, don't talk in your sleep, go take a shower or you'll be late for class later!" Type said deeply. One slammed the pillow at the person who felt hopelessly dashed, as if he'd lost the most important thing, and walked into the bathroom with a huff. Suppose there was a bad mood because the buttocks had been stroked early in the morning.

"That was that dream last night!" When thinking back to last night's dream, Type almost raised his hand to scratch his head and whispered to himself.

The dream as claimed from Tharn, not yet ordinary... he was moaning like a cat.

The thinking man looked down at himself and realized....

"Sinner's dream, I’m all wet, bastrd."

He himself took a deep breath and went in to take a shower. I have to wonder... How can you dream the puberty dreams, when you get three times a week?

This puzzle is estimated that Type will not have the day to know the answer.

"Eh Tharn is super crazy these days."

"Why."

"He is super into watching AV."

"Hey hey, what's up?"

After school, Type was venting to his nemesis about being in love. Tharn is in it, the one who declared himself gay... Watching porn between men and women.

"Ai’Tharn ah, watches porn."

This question made Type look at him with indignation.

"Not porn, you bastrd, I wouldn't be so bothered if he looked. But this guy actually went to the disc store to rent a bunch of animal films. Ha, it's all world animal documentaries, I can't even think about seeing the movie." Type said heavily, looking at the overthinking deadbeat, Techno muttered.

"Hell, who would have known that your so-called AV was an Animal Video variant... So what, there's nothing wrong with watching this."

This question made Type deflated, because he was slightly...

"He now always wants to mate after watching it, and you doesn't know what kind of madness he's having, watching the cat sing, and then all of a sudden he comes and hugs me again. I think he must be mentally ill." Type analyzed that he wouldn't let him know, and every time he did that he obeyed him, because whenever he saw those Meow cats, he was always in a strange mood.

It must have been the nightmare that Tharn was dreaming that night.

"Well, Ai’Hiaa, he can watch from his room or go find someone else."

After Type spoke, a call came in and he got up and walked to the other side, making Techno sit there in a daze.

When Type's voice came to his ears, the next question to ask himself was...

Ai’Hiaa is wrong with them.

"Ha, you found the new cat video. You want me to go back and watch it with you, don't be so crazy... Well, I'll be right back, see you there."

You're worried about your husband's obsession with the animal world, so why did you agree to go back and watch it with him right away?

For a single person, this question is unthinkable.

End of second novel.

                     Tharn ~ Type

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