Chapter 113: Catgirl in Action

After confirming that Viscount Willy was not Zhao Yicheng, Xu Yinsheng’s waist no longer ached, her back no longer hurt, and her sleep quality improved at night—no more nightmares.

Even her focus during maid etiquette lessons improved significantly, drawing a rare smile from Mary Head Maid.

As expected, Zhao Yicheng was the root of her suffering.

That day, the sun shone brightly, the sky was clear, and it was another day to skip classes.

Xu Yinsheng sneaked into the wine cellar and pocketed a few bottles of liquor along with a set of bartending tools.

In the pastry kitchen, Xu Yinsheng carefully arranged the bartending tools one by one.

After preparing everything, she began mixing drinks.

First, she poured ice cubes into the shaker.

Then, using a jigger, she measured out 30ml of chilled champagne VSOP and poured it into the shaker.

She repeated the same process with 30ml of Erguotou and 30ml of whiskey liqueur.

Xu Yinsheng was not a professional bartender; this was just her hobby, learned to impress beautiful young ladies.

After all, interest is the best teacher.

She imagined encountering a pretty girl at a nightclub, approaching her while holding a cocktail glass, showing off her skills right in front of her, basking in the admiration of the beautiful lady’s gaze.

Wouldn’t that be a great ego boost?

Gently, she poured 30ml of fresh cream from the jug into the shaker, took out a bar spoon, and stirred the mixture evenly.

She tasted the liquid left on the back of the spoon to ensure it was just right.

Then, Xu Yinsheng began shaking the cocktail shaker nonstop.

Now female, her hand speed was no longer what it used to be.

Fortunately, this time her transformation was into the “Valkyrie” form, which enhanced her strength beyond that of an ordinary woman.

Though she couldn’t match Zhao Yicheng’s world-shocking power, she was on par with a well-trained adult man.

With Xu Yinsheng’s high skill and speed, the shaker traced a perfect arc in the air.

The sound of shaking was intoxicating.

Inside the shaker, the collision and blending of liquor and cream played a sweet symphony, making one’s heart itch with anticipation.

After about twenty seconds, Xu Yinsheng finally stopped shaking, elegantly opened the shaker, placed the strainer on top, and gracefully poured the cocktail into a pre-prepared conical wine glass.

She garnished it with a few drops of chili oil sprinkled with cardamom powder.

Thus, a sweet “Devil’s Smile” cocktail was ready.

Xu Yinsheng took a gentle sip.

The chilled champagne blended with fiery Erguotou, harmonized by whiskey, while the chili oil droplets tingled on her tongue like little explosions, making it impossible to stop.

One word: intoxicating!

For two weeks, she had worked as a maid in the manor.

During the day, she studied maid etiquette; at night, she read bedtime stories to Viscount Willy.

Yes, bedtime stories.

After hypnotizing Viscount Willy with her Succubus Eye, she wasn’t sure if she had triggered some special switch, but the Viscount insisted on having her tell bedtime stories.

At first, Xu Yinsheng thought he had ulterior motives—maybe he was longing for his late wife and wanted to use her as a substitute to ease his loneliness.

Later, she realized that the Viscount genuinely enjoyed the stories.

Lying obediently in bed like a good child, he listened while Xu Yinsheng sat at the bedside, narrating Andersen’s fairy tales.

Ugh… definitely mentally ill.

After finishing the drink, Xu Yinsheng mixed herself another.

Thinking that in two weeks she would see her parents again, her heart couldn’t help but leap with joy.

She had to drink a few more cups to celebrate.

She drank several more cups.

As the sky darkened, Xu Yinsheng, slightly tipsy, staggered out of the pastry kitchen holding her cocktail.

***

At dusk, the manor’s night lights lit up one by one, illuminating the area brightly.

Xu Yinsheng walked lightly along the corridor in her cotton shoes, encountering no obstacles.

The alcohol made her body feel warm and her cheeks burn red like a ripe apple.

She vaguely felt everything around her seemed to have grown larger, especially her buttocks—cool to the touch, as if she wore no clothing, directly exposed to the chilly air.

She shook her drunken head and dismissed the ridiculous thought.

How could they have grown bigger?

This wasn’t the Land of Giants!

Pushing open the door, the room was pitch black.

“Why haven’t Yumo and the others come back yet?”

Xu Yinsheng muttered, then downed the rest of her drink.

She had planned to share her handiwork with them, but now they still hadn’t returned to their rooms.

For Xu Yinsheng, alcohol had categories: chilled meant “Guojiao” (a type of strong Chinese liquor), and warm meant “mare’s urine.”

Not wanting to waste any, she drank the remaining liquid in one go and began groping for the light switch, but after searching for a long time, she still couldn’t find it.

She gave up.

***

She slammed the door shut and didn’t bother trying any further.

Gradually adapting to the dimness, she vaguely saw the large bed and staggered toward it.

Xu Yinsheng fell face-first onto the cotton mattress.

As her breathing slowed, a faint scent drifted into her nose, like a discovered predator.

Drunk and startled, Xu Yinsheng curled into a ball like a hedgehog defending itself.

“So familiar…” she murmured softly.

Her small hand clutched the bedsheet as she sniffed closer, her eyes full of confusion.

So familiar.

Why was it so familiar?

Why was his scent on her bed?

At that moment, the alcohol hit her again, her head feeling heavy and her vision blurring.

Night.

After receiving his mental treatment today, Viscount Willy’s condition had stabilized somewhat.

Though his mental illness was not something that could be cured overnight, some stability was better than none.

He pushed open the bedroom door and entered.

In the darkness, the mattress bulged slightly—a person curled up beneath the covers.

Viscount Willy squinted.

The girl on the bed was sleeping soundly, covered tightly.

Only a pale ankle peeked out, trembling lightly with her shallow breaths.

He stepped closer.

The faint aroma of alcohol hung in the air, stimulating his senses and intoxicating him.

He furrowed his brow.

No, he hadn’t arranged for Xu Yinsheng to warm his bed tonight.

Was she coming to throw herself into his arms of her own accord?

Behind the mask, his blue eyes darkened.

Or… did she really want to become the Viscountess?

To completely break free from him under another identity?

Reaching out, he lifted the white blanket and looked.

On the large, soft bed lay a silver-haired girl with her eyes closed peacefully.

Long, thick eyelashes cast shadows over her face, and her silver hair spilled messily over the pillow.

That wasn’t the strange part.

What caught his attention was the pair of white, fluffy cat ears perched atop her silver hair.

Behind her, a long cat tail extended—making one want to hold her close and play with her.

A catgirl?

Zhao Yicheng raised an eyebrow, recalling certain perennial characters from anime worlds.

Catgirls are young girls with cat characteristics—ears, tails, paw pads—similar to fox spirits in fantasy works.

Another transformation, huh?

Counting the time, it had been almost two months.

Zhao Yicheng’s lips curled into a slight smile.

His little Yin really did know how to surprise people.

Now a catgirl… who knew if she’d become a foxgirl, a rabbitgirl, or even a racehorse girl next.

In some ways, he was quite fortunate.

Using the words he extracted from Xu Yinsheng with blood last time—this was a pure-love harem.

It would be better if Xu Yinsheng could accept him.

There was no direct conflict between them, yet she simply refused to accept him.

He locked her in a cage only because she wanted to run away.

He treated her like a tamed animal only because she was disobedient.

He had his reasons for all this.

The mentally ill man sighed silently.

He was just an ordinary man with mental illness who longed for love.

“Meow~ so hot~”

At that moment, a small hand suddenly tugged at his arm and pulled downwards.

The rosy little face rubbed against his slightly cool palm.

The catgirl let out a soft, contented sound and closed her eyes again.

“Little kitty, do you know who I am?”

His deep blue eyes flickered with a hint of amusement.

His voice was smooth and refined, like notes played on a cello, laced with a subtle allure that made the girl unconsciously let her guard down and even press her body closer to him.