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The lingerie Zhao Lei brought back fit well enough, finally allowing Tangerine to escape the embarrassing predicament of going commando.

Now that she could move freely, she began enjoying her new life as a human, seeing the world from a fresh perspective.

“Onii-chan, what should we do with all this expensive cat food? Can I still eat it?”

At that moment, she was kneeling on the floor, holding half a bag of cat food and looking up at me with big, questioning eyes.

Three choices appeared in my mind.
A. Let her eat it.
B. Don’t let her eat it.
C. Offer her some【BEEP】.

What the hell is that third option?!

I put on a gentle smile and spoke to her in the warmest voice possible: “Of course, if you want to eat it, go ahead!”

Ah, so this is the key to improving Tangerine’s affection points—By being a tolerant, caring big brother—

“Are you an idiot?! Why are you giving her cat food?!”

A swift whip kick from the ponytail-wearing girl landed squarely on my waist, not hard enough to send me flying but still painful enough to make me hiss in agony.

The short-haired girl in the hoodie didn’t kick me, but the frown on her face made it clear she didn’t approve of my decision either.

“Commander, humans can eat cat food, but a human tongue isn’t the same as a cat’s. Now that Tangerine is human, she probably wouldn’t even find it tasty.” After clearing out the part of her brain dedicated to thinking about perverted things, Zhao Lei actually sounded a lot more rational. “What she really needs now is a proper introduction to human food.”

“Aw, what a shame. I guess I’ll just share it with my wild brethren later.”

“Wait, does that mean she can still talk to other cats? A beautiful girl who can communicate with cats would be a hot topic. With the right marketing, she could even debut as an idol!”

Lately, TV variety shows have been full of entertainers boasting supernatural powers, spiritual abilities, and all sorts of gimmicks. Most of them are fake, of course, but as long as you can get on TV, you’re bound to go viral.

And with how adorable Tangerine is, she could easily outshine those phonies and become an instant sensation.

“Haven’t tried, but I think I can understand them~”

“But Tangerine-chan doesn’t even have an official identity. Even if she wanted to be an entertainer, she’d need an identity registration first.”

Haitang lifted the kneeling Tangerine off the floor and pulled her back onto the couch, using her as a human pillow.

She really wants Tangerine to be her little sister, huh? Damn it, she was mine first…!

“Even just for the sake of getting a legal identity, Tangerine-chan should stay with me. Uncle Chang’s condition makes it impossible for him to register her, right?”

She directed her words at Tangerine, but her voice was loud enough for me to hear.

This was a blatant challenge to my role as her rightful older brother—but…

As much as I wanted Tangerine to stay, my dad’s phobia was a serious issue, and not solving it would cause even bigger problems.

Forgive me, Tangerine. I’m such a useless big brother… sob.

“But seriously, if you just bring home a random girl and call her your sister, aren’t your parents going to ask questions?”

“Hah? I’ll just tell them the truth—’Chang Kai’s cat suddenly turned into a cat-girl spirit, and considering their household situation, I decided to take her in.'”

“No, no, no! Do you really think normal people would believe something like that?!”

“With that tail? There’s no way they wouldn’t believe it. Before today, I was a hardcore materialist… but now? Man, this tail feels amazing~.”

When I was brushing her fur earlier, I had already noticed how sensitive her tail was.

Yet Haitang kept stroking it absentmindedly, completely unaware that Tangerine—her face now flushed red—was desperately covering her mouth to stop herself from making any noises.

The sight of two beautiful girls, one caressing the other’s tail as she trembled in embarrassment…

This was getting kind of H.

If this world were a galgame, this scene would definitely have a CG.

Of course, galgame or not, I wouldn’t let this world turn into R18 content.

While I was lost in thought, Zhao Lei suddenly leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“Commander~ I wanna touch Tangerine’s tail too~.”

“No. You’re not allowed to touch her.”

Since Tangerine didn’t like Zhao Zhao, it was obvious she wouldn’t let Zhao Lei get close either. So Zhao Lei, knowing she couldn’t approach her directly, was trying to use me to get what she wanted.

“But it looks so soft and fluffy… I just can’t resist…!”

“Go pet your own head! Have you forgotten your true identity? …Of course, there is one exception.”

“Exception? What do I have to do to touch her tail?”

“You just have to stay a beautiful, refreshing girl forever.”

“Hold up—NOPE, not listening, I’m out.” She rejected it instantly.

Seeing how much she had embraced femininity, I thought she might actually be okay with living as a girl—but her mindset was still leaning toward Zhao Zhao.

So close to getting another childhood sweetheart… kind of a shame.

No, wait. What the hell am I regretting?!

The thought of stepping into adulthood with a former mountain gorilla… that’s way too much.

All of this was just a quiet exchange between me and Zhao Lei. Haitang was still too busy indulging in Tangerine’s fluffy tail to notice anything.

Tangerine, on the other hand, was desperately trying to break free from the overpowering grip of the strongest legend in the urban village. But the tiny, weak Tangerine was no match for Haitang’s vice-like grip.

Zhao Lei, having failed to get her turn, sprawled across the single-seater couch, glaring enviously at the two of them.

Despite witnessing such a beautiful yuri-esque moment, she only envied Haitang’s chance to pet the cat…

For the record, Zhao Lei wasn’t wearing any shorts or skirts under her hoodie.

And how do I know that?

Because as she idly kicked her black-stockinged feet, I caught glimpses of her white panties.

This panty-flashing oversized hoodie look was kind of lewd, but…

Did she really just run all the way home from Wanda Plaza dressed like this?!

I couldn’t tell if her “refreshing girl” act was real or just an elaborate performance.

“Ugh, I’m starving. What’s up with this delivery guy?!”

Haitang’s complaint reminded me of the pizzas I had ordered.

The app said the delivery person had already departed, but it was way past the estimated arrival time.

Not just Haitang—I was hungry too, and Tangerine was already eyeing her half-bag of cat food.

That damn Zhao Lei had already eaten—she even got to experience a “youthful bishoujo feeding play” at Wanda Plaza… though both the feeder and the one being fed were herself.

…Damn, kinda jealous.

Too bad as the owner of the notebook, I can’t turn into a beautiful girl myself.

Almost everyone was waiting for the unfortunate delivery guy.

Click.

The sound of the front door unlocking echoed from the entrance…

Oh, my dear old friend, has that damn delivery guy finally arrived? I swear, I’m going to whack his a̲s̲s̲ with a boot! I will definitely do it!

“Son! Our door… oh GAH—!”

The man standing in the doorway, dressed in a suit with slicked-back hair, was none other than my father, Chang Wei.

The moment Haitang recognized his voice, she instinctively grabbed Tangerine, attempting to roll her under the couch—but she was too slow.

Not that it would’ve helped. Zhao Lei didn’t even react. After all, Zhao Zhao had no reason to avoid my dad, so why would she instinctively hide?

As someone with an extreme case of gynophobia, seeing his son “playing around” with three girls in his own home… completely fried his brain.

Dad froze on the spot, standing stiff as a utility pole in the hallway between the entryway and the living room. No matter how much I shook him, he didn’t respond.

He literally couldn’t function in the presence of women. Even pictures in magazines or women on TV could trigger his nerves.

If a woman approached, he would panic and run.

If a woman entered within three meters, his brain would shut down.

Because of this, he always left for work before sunrise and only came home late at night when the streets were empty. On weekends, he hid at home, browsing the internet… the final evolution of the corporate wage slave.

I had no idea what kind of job he even did, for him to make it back home in broad daylight on a weekend was already a miracle in itself—but why did he come home early today?

Not that he could answer, the man had turned to stone.

No one knew what had spooked the armadillo.

Based on past experience, Dad’s brain reboot would take about ten minutes.

Taking advantage of this window, I hoisted him onto my shoulder and carried him to his bedroom.

With a sigh, I closed the door behind me.

This was all because of that runaway mother of mine.

But still… why?

Why would a grown man break this badly just from being abandoned?

The three girls hadn’t followed me upstairs.

When I came back down, they were sitting quietly on the couch, staring at me.

I looked around the room, and my gaze landed on Haitang.

She understood my meaning and nodded.

“So Tangerine will be coming home with me after all.”

“I’ll leave her to you, then.”

“Come on, Commander, no need to be so polite with me. Besides, I’m not doing this for you—I’m doing this for her. Let me be clear: I’m taking Tangerine as my little sister, and I’m not giving her back to you.”

Wow. Such a kind and understanding girl.

If only she had a chest— “Ow!”

Haitang suddenly snapped, kicking me hard in the leg.

“I suddenly had the urge to scratch your leg for you.”

“That’s not scratching!!”

It hurt. I clutched my leg, kneeling on the floor in pain.

“Onii-chan, you will live on forever in my heart!”

Wait a second—that sounds like a eulogy?!

I’m not dead, damn it! I just got kicked in the leg!

“Come, my dear little sister, let’s go home~ From now on, you’ll have to call me Onee-chan~.”

“O-O-Onee-chan~❥”

Damn. Cats really do rely on cuteness to survive.

She adapted way too fast… It took her longer to get used to calling me Onii-chan!

“Leaving already? The pizza hasn’t even arrived yet.”

As Haitang led Tangerine out the door, Zhao Lei poked her head out from the living room.

Why is the only person who already ate still worried about pizza?!

“Zhao Lei-chan, aren’t you leaving? That uncle upstairs tends to… ‘stiffen up’ whenever he sees women~.” Haitang said in a dark, ominous tone.

Technically, she wasn’t wrong—he did freeze up—but could she not phrase it in a way that makes him sound like some kind of pervert?!
“That bad? In that case, I should probably head home too.”

Wait a second—aren’t you forgetting something?!

Aren’t you going to turn back into Zhao Zhao first?!

Noticing my confusion, Zhao Lei shot me a look.

…But I didn’t understand what she meant.

Haitang was still watching, so I couldn’t ask directly.

Without another word, Zhao Lei simply walked away without looking back.

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