Cursefell

With a devilish grin and maniacal voice, Jung whispered, undoubtedly planning something. "Good morning, my dear pussy cat!"

"What's wrong?" Nero asked right away. Her tail shuddered after seeing Jung's uncontrolled facial expression.

It was as unsightly as always, making her uncomfortable.

"What do you mean?" Jung asked innocently.

"You are definitely up to something," the cat said with narrowed eyes.

"You are overreacting. I am in a good mood, that's all," he answered, feigning ignorance.

Nero's eyes narrowed even further, and she pointed at her paws. "Say it before I poke your eyes out."

"Chill, dude. You are scaring me," Jung frowned and added, "I am stronger than I was before, and it's time for you to rank up as well."

Emotions erupted on the cat's face, and she purred cheerfully.

"Finally!" she said, grumbling. "I have been waiting for your sleepy ass for a week now."