At some point, I lost consciousness after taking pride in my progress. When I woke up again, I found myself back in bed, and everything in the room had been restored to its original state. The soundproofing equipment, mirrors, and cameras had all been removed. Undoubtedly, this was Ethan's considerate gesture. Even though I had moved out of the castle, he still worried about me, especially during the full moon. He did so much for me without my knowledge; he must be the one who cares for me and looks after me more than my own family.I tried to sit up, but whether it was the effect of the sedative or the effort of the transformation process, my head was throbbing so intensely that I couldn't manage to do so. I felt helpless, unable to do anything, and soon drifted back into an uneasy sleep.It felt like a dream, and in the dream, he returned. Seeing him, I felt that all my efforts and self-control throughout the night were worthwhile. His countenance was gentle and handsome, his eyes b
"Neil, I seem to have sweated a lot, my clothes are all soaked through, could you also help me..."I didn't continue speaking, instead directing his gaze towards the part of me still covered by the blanket. He seemed a bit shy already just looking at my upper body, but now, with my gesture, his face flushed even more crimson. Suddenly, he appeared flustered, unsure of where to proceed from here, uncertain of what he should be doing in this moment. His steady hands now trembled slightly as he pondered his next move, his mind seemingly caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. I could sense his hesitation, his inner struggle mirrored in the subtle changes of expression flickering across his face."If it's not okay, that's fine, you've already helped me a lot,"I feigned helplessness, curious to see if he would fall into the trap I had set. This was my second attempt at teasing him; the first time had been in the dressing room, where he fell for it. And now... once again, he fell fo
"Neil, could you possibly lend me a hand? It's rather painful." "I, uh..." "Don't worry, just handle it as you would your own matters, lend me a hand..." Even though I could easily handle it myself, in this moment, I summoned all my lifelong acting skills and charisma to foster a deeper connection between him and my Little Ryan. Observing his hesitation, I feigned a twinge of pain to prompt him. Startled, he quickly stepped forward to grasp Little Ryan. In a moment of intense grip, I cried out in pain, prompting him to release his hold. I slowly guided him to once again hold the Little Ryan up and down, obviously he had little experience in this aspect, his movements seemed extraordinarily raw, completely mechanical up and down, and even did not know to change the frequency. Maybe my Little Ryan would complain about him, but me, the Big Ryan thought he was too cute seeing him like that. Of course, for the sake of my Little Ryan, I infused my guidance with extra patience. I instru
As I opened my eyes, he was right there, still beneath me, peacefully asleep. His sleeping posture remained unchanged from before, maintaining the same rigid stance as if he were a soldier at attention. He resembled a sturdy bamboo stalk, effortlessly cradled by me, the koala-wolf.I didn't immediately rise from my position; instead, I lingered, gently gazing upon his face, pondering the marvel of his existence. How could someone be so utterly wonderful, possessing a rare combination of tenderness, charm, and thoughtfulness? Each delicate feature of his visage seemed to tell a story of kindness and warmth, captivating my heart and soul in a tender embrace.The sensation of being so close to him, his scent truly was like an intoxicating elixir, swirling around me, enveloping me in its spell. I couldn't resist the temptation to press nearer to his neck, drawn by the magnetic allure of his fragrance. It was as if every breath I took was infused with his essence, sending shivers down my s
I felt like he was avoiding me. When I woke up this morning, I only found breakfast on the table, with no sign of him anywhere. Throughout most of the day at school, I couldn't catch a glimpse of him, except during class hours. But as soon as the bell rang, he slipped away so quickly, it was surprising, I never knew that the same guy who was usually clueless and carefree could vanish so swiftly. As for the evening, while he typically had evening classes these days, today he didn’t. Yet, he was still not back home. For someone who usually just shuttled between school and home, and with no evening classes today, where could he possibly be heading off to?The sound of the door opening startled me, signaling his return. Excitedly, I dashed to the door and met his gaze as he was opening it. In that split second, he averted his eyes, lowering his head. It was as if he was deliberately avoiding making eye contact with me. Deep down, I understood, perhaps my confession had placed an unexpecte
After yesterday's conversation, he didn't seem as elusive anymore. We even had breakfast together, a small but significant step forward. Yet, I found myself sinking deeper into this intoxicating whirlpool of emotions. When he was not around, my yearning for him became all-consuming. It was as if nothing else matters except the thought of him. Even in the midst of a lecture, my mind wandered to him — what he might be doing, what thoughts occupy his mind. It was a relentless cycle of longing and speculation.Suddenly, amidst my wandering thoughts, I heard it—the sound of his voice. Instantly, I'm jolted back to reality. I needed to locate him, by focusing, listening and finding the source of his voice. But before I could do so, I had to calm down and get rid of the problems from my mind. I closed my eyes, slowly, and slowly to focus. Bingo. I found him.However, just as I began to feel a sense of relief, another voice interrupted — a voice I didn't expect. "Professor Neil, I admire you g
From college to home, he didn't utter a single word, his mind burdened with heavy thoughts. His demeanor appeared somewhat forlorn, a tad pitiful, evoking a strong sense of protectiveness from others.After arriving home, he busied himself in the kitchen preparing dinner, embodying the image of a diligent homemaker. Meanwhile, I lounged in the living room, browsing through movies, resembling someone who had just returned from work, freshly groomed, seizing the opportunity to occupy myself while waiting for dinner.I remembered the last time he told me not to accommodate him. Back then, during moments when confessing feelings would had been rather awkward, I dressed more conservatively. But now that the ice had been broken, I was only wearing shorts and no top as I wandered around the house. He did catch a glimpse of my bare upper body, but his reaction wasn't as fervent as before; he just blushed briefly and then it was gone.I quite enjoyed the current atmosphere; he was aware of my
That movie was about the female protagonist helping the ghostly male lead unravelled his innermost thoughts, with a terror quotient of four stars. Most of the scares came from sudden appearances coupled with eerie sound effects. I figured that since he's usually timid, he would be frightened by this, giving me the opportunity to comfort him with my protective instincts, like enveloping him in a warm embrace.However, to my surprise, he was not frightened at all. Instead, there was a scene that startled me, while he remained remarkably composed, sitting there calmly watching the screen. I felt a bit disheartened and couldn't resist asking him why he wasn't scared. His response was somewhat reassuring to me — because his reactions weren't as swift, by the time he realized what was happening, the ghost was already well settled in. I admitted, I miscalculated my approach.Originally, I had intended to sit quietly until the end of the movie, sulking on the sofa, staring at the screen. Howe