"Slurp~ slurp!"

Nekomata's warm, soft tongue swept back and forth at the corner of Sol's lips, pure bliss radiating from every motion.

How to describe it?

Soft, damp, carrying a faint special aroma.

It was a sacred delicacy—ten times better than mackerel. One lick was never enough.

And with each taste, she felt her whole body improving, a tingling sense of evolution making it impossible to stop.

Completely lost in the dream, Nekomata never wanted to wake.

"Good girl. Clingy kittens are the cutest."

Sol's hand stroked along her back, finding her far more pleasing than ever before.

Sure, her usual wildness was cool and adorable too, but nothing compared to this.

That little tongue, soft and hot, lined with tiny barbs—it scraped across his skin like tickling fingers in his heart.

And right now, she was sprawled across his chest, tiny hands pressing right at the bullseye.

The cat-girl "paw-kneading" experience wasn't something just anyone could resist.

Especially with her wild cat scent in his nose, her delicate collarbones and curves just below his gaze…

In short—Nekomata was amazing.

So amazing Sol regretted not using the super cat treat to bait her earlier.

"Hey… is it really that good?"

Baal, watching his blissful face, couldn't help but ask.

The scene between them was deeply embarrassing, yet Sol's expression practically radiated second-hand pleasure.

"It's incredible. A cat's tongue has barbs—you know that, right?" Sol nodded seriously, then smirked. "Want to try it too, Baal?"

As his personal cuddle-pillow, he figured she deserved a chance.

Tsk tsk. A Bangboo getting licked by a cat—how entertaining would that be?

"No."

Baal shook her head without hesitation.

She was only curious, not suicidal.

"Then take some pictures for me."

With the treat dust nearly gone, Sol gave his command.

"…"

Baal raised her phone, making the most shameful decision of her life.

She hated enabling him—but a master's orders couldn't be defied.

Click! Click!

Flashes lit the room. Baal averted her eyes, already dreading the cat's humiliation upon waking.

If possible, she'd ship Nekomata straight to Teyvat, where there was no Sol and no witnesses.

But Sol wasn't finished.

If he leaked these photos to Nicole and the others, Nekomata would be socially destroyed, making his "routes" harder to clear.

Three people in the room, but only two had paid the price—how unfair.

No, Baal had to be dragged down with them.

A flicker of blue—another pinch of super cat treat dust smeared across Baal's cheek.

It was awkward to do this in front of the cute little Bangboo, but as long as she got licked too, all was balanced.

And lick she did.

With Sol's corner already cleaned, the dazed Nekomata turned her eager tongue toward Baal's face.

Of course, Baal tried to escape—but Sol's hand pinned her down.

She could only squirm as the cat lapped at her cheeks.

"Pictures! Pictures! Pictures!"

Sol snatched up the phone, snapping shot after shot.

Baal's unwilling-yet-tinged-with-pleasure expression was priceless—perfect blackmail material.

Now he had dirt on two people. Wonderful.

"I told you I didn't want this~"

Baal glared at him, bitterly wronged.

This shameless master always found new ways to torment her.

She, the great Raiden Shogun, reduced to being bullied by a cat.

"Hehe, I'm letting you share in the joy. You should thank me instead."

Sol chuckled, delighted with his new gallery.

What would happen if Ei saw these photos?

A blade of creamy thunder, perhaps?

"Slurp~ slurp!"

Nekomata licked madly, endlessly, her pink tongue sweeping Baal's face until her pale skin turned flushed red.

Baal twisted away, cheeks burning. "Wake up, Nekomata! Get a hold of yourself!"

"Slurp~ slurp! So fragrant… sister, you're so fragrant!"

Nekomata was half-awake now. She knew she was licking another girl.

She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't stop.

The scent was irresistible—better than that shark maid earlier!

"…"

Baal's forehead darkened with lines of frustration.

Other than Sol, no one had ever dared treat her this way.

Fine then, Nekomata—you're the first.

Two hundred volts!

Golden lightning crackled, jolting the cat into spasms. Yet even electrocuted, her tongue still twitched across Baal's face.

"Perfect—hold that pose. Smile!"

Sol timed the shot perfectly, camera clicking.

"…"

Baal silently upped the voltage, desperate to snap Nekomata out of it.

After ten agonizing seconds, the last crumbs were licked clean.

Freed from the treat's haze—and shocked awake—Nekomata finally jumped back, dazed.

She looked from Sol to Baal, utterly lost.

The flavor of the treat still lingered, the memory of the current still tingled—yet she had no idea what had just happened.

"Evening, Nekomata."

Sol smiled warmly, clearly pleased.

"You—what did you do to me?!"

She clutched at her pajama collar, eyes wide with fear.

"Wrong. The real question is—what did you just do to us?" Sol countered, pulling Baal into his arms with a mock-wounded look. "We were peacefully asleep, and you barged in to defile us both!"

"Meow?"

Nekomata tilted her head, stunned.

She vaguely remembered following some delicious scent, but this? This was obviously Sol's doing. How could he be playing the victim?

Yet Sol carried on, voice dripping with outrage.

"I'll tell Nicole. She deserves to know the truth—that you've been lusting after me all along! This morning's betrayal was just part of your plot, to drive a wedge between us so you could strike!"

"But I, steadfast and faithful, resisted. Your wicked scheme failed!" He raised his chin proudly, as if the very picture of loyalty.

"…You…!"

Nekomata froze, her brain breaking under his twisted rhetoric.

"…"

Baal watched in silence, unimpressed.

Faithful? Really? Maybe delete those group chats with the dozen other girls before bragging.

But Sol wasn't done. Arms folded, he squeezed out fake tears.

"And even then, you didn't give up. You attacked us at night, trying to steal my purity. I barely defended my honor!"

"Thankfully, I have photographic proof. Nicole will know where my heart truly lies!"

One by one, he showed the photos—Nekomata lapping at his lips, then going wild on Baal.

Her eyes went wide. "You! You! You!"

Then she pointed at herself, trembling. "Me! Me! Me!"

Words failed her.

The shame, the horror, the fragments of memory—it was all too much.

It was real. The photos proved it.

But she had been forced!

Tears welled in her eyes.

She'd thought life on the streets had shown her every shade of darkness.

But Sol's shameless cruelty was on another level.

Maybe the world really had no place for a little kitten like her…