Todos os capítulos de A Werewolf's Growth and Redemption: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Alone at home, I prepared for the transformation under the full moon. After clearing the room of all objects, I installed soundproofing devices on the walls, placed a large mirror against one side, and set up cameras in various corners. I locked myself inside the empty room, striped off my shirt, knelt in front of the mirror, and secured my hands with werewolf handcuffs. As I awaited the moment of transformation, I made sure a tranquilizer syringe was nearby for safety.I closed my eyes slowly, allowing myself to sink into a state of deep concentration. With each breath, I focused on regulating my heartbeat, preparing both mind and body for the impending transformation. Sensations began to ripple through me, subtle at first but steadily growing in intensity. I compared these sensations to previous transformations, analysing their nuances and gauging the necessity of the tranquilizer injection. Every muscle twitch, every surge of primal energy, served as a reminder of the impending met

"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

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

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

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