Humans Serve Cats

During my freshman year, the most powerful man in Gavendal's elite circle said he wanted to sponsor me.I was just about to reach out when several lines of text suddenly flashed before my eyes.[The cannon fodder female supporting character really thinks she's met her savior. Little does she know, the male lead only considered sponsoring a female student because he was upset with his niece. She's pretty and an orphan. Convenient choice, that's all.][This supporting character will soon be kicked out by the male lead. The female lead personally went to the pet shop to pick out the cat her uncle likes best!][A large part of why the male lead likes the female lead is because of her cat-like features. Who would've guessed that the calm and composed man is actually an ailurophile?]"Sign the contract if you're willing."The man's cool, slightly deep voice pulled me out of the dense barrage of floating comments.I lowered my head. My eyes locked onto the words '440 grand per year' on

My eyes lit up, and the question slipped out before I could stop it. "Does that mean you're still willing to sponsor me?"His gaze landed on the cat I was holding protectively. Under the moonlight, even his sharp, cold features seemed to soften slightly."The contract's been signed. Of course it stands."[The female lead ran back home and refused to see the male lead. He's upset, so he came back to find the supporting female character.][Hilarious. The supporting female character actually thinks the male lead cares about her. Disgusting.][It was never stated outright, but the male lead only sponsored her to make the female lead jealous. She's too dumb to realize it. The moment she's no longer useful, he'll dump her again.]Holding the cat, I followed Ian closely behind. I ignored the mocking comments.I didn't care. As long as I could eat, stay in school, and get the cat treated, that was more than enough for me.After realizing Ian sponsored me only to make Katie Stafford jea

I panicked and struggled with everything I had.My identity as a cat was exposed. I was going to be captured and dissected!"Meow! Meow, meow, meow!"In my desperation, all I could manage were the frantic sounds of a startled kitten.The moment the noise left my mouth, I froze. Clamping a hand over my mouth, I looked up in horror and cautiously watched Ian's reaction.In the dim light, his gaze drifted calmly over my fluffy ears. There wasn't any visible emotion on his face.Even so, he wouldn't stop stroking my waist gently. When he finally spoke, his voice was rougher than usual. "Why are you hiding? Relax. I won't tell anyone. Come out. Let me treat the wound."Only then did I obediently crawl out from beneath the blanket.I watched as Ian opened the medical kit, dipped a cotton swab into the antiseptic, and carefully cleaned my wound.The wound had already scabbed over. The touch of the cotton swab sent a sharp, stinging pain through my arm.I bit my lip and forced myse

[Am I the only one who thinks the way Mr. Hendrick is holding her looks kind of swoon-worthy? That possessiveness, though.]I struggled without restraint. My nails scraped several marks across his expensive shirt.Ian let out a muffled grunt, but he didn't release me. Instead, he exerted more strength.He lowered his head. I could feel his scorching breath brushing against my ear. My useless pink-and-white ears trembled violently."Stop moving." His voice was deep and firm, leaving no room for argument. "Listen to me."Something in his tone stilled me. I didn't dare to move in his arms.He seemed to exhale softly, yet the grip around my waist did not loosen. He was still holding onto my tail with his free hand."I once had a cat." He fell silent for a long time after that. In fact, it was so long I thought he wouldn't continue.Then, he spoke again. His voice was very soft, and he sounded almost nonchalant about it."It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just

I swallowed hard and met Ian's calm eyes.He seemed infinitely patient, just watching me without urging or pressuring. He was like a hunter quietly waiting for his prey to step into the trap on its own.I cleared my throat and tested the waters by squeezing out a sound as faint as a buzzing mosquito. "M-Master?"My voice came out soft and trembling. It sounded like a whimper. I even got goosebumps hearing it.Ian's Adam's apple shifted almost imperceptibly. Behind his lenses, his gaze darkened slightly, like a stone dropped into an ancient well with ripples spreading outward."Okay." His voice was rougher now. "Good."Then, to my utter disbelief, he leaned down and gently patted my head. It was the way one might soothe a startled pet.My entire body froze.This man definitely had some kind of serious psychological disorder.While I was still in shock, Ian had already moved to the desk.He picked up my severed tail, reached to the top shelf of the bookcase, and took down a bla