Summary:

Kyle, a teenage boy living a quiet and uneventful life, suddenly finds himself responsible for caring for a strange cat he rescued off the streets.
But this cat is no ordinary animal... she’s a seductive, otherworldly creature who transforms into a stunning girl with feline ears and sharp little fangs — her name is Misa. Kyle lives alone.

To Misa, Kyle isn’t just her "master."
He’s her prey, her possession — something she refuses to let anyone else touch.
She follows him everywhere, sleeps in his bed, bites him with playful yet brazen affection, curls up in his lap without warning, and shamelessly licks his neck and ears whenever the mood strikes.

Her primal instincts are getting harder to control… and with them, her wild, carnal desires.

This isn't a simple bond between a master and his pet.
It’s a dangerous descent into instinct, lust, and deadly obsession.

Between fierce jealousy, heated teasing, and untamed scenes of passion — will Kyle be able to tame the cat who knows no boundaries?
Or will he lose himself to her completely?

My Master's Kitten

Birds chirping. The perfect kind of day to stay home and avoid any possible social scandals.

But me — dumbass Kyle — I said the fatal words:

Naturally, what was the first thing she did?

Face glowing with excitement like a child in a theme park... a very perverted one.

I ran after her, trying hard not to look like a man chasing a half-naked girl through the park.

(Even though that was exactly what was happening.)

"Misa! Come back! People can see you!"

she said as she hopped onto the fence — shirt riding up — and I swear, old man Jenkins from the second floor dropped his cup of tea in horror.

she shouted, spinning in the grass.

"This garden is amazing! Is this a mating ground?!"

"But it's open, grassy, full of smells!"

she said, sniffing the ground like a damn cat, then turned toward me with danger in her eyes—

"I feel like it's mating seaso—"

I slapped my hand over her mouth before she could finish, laughing nervously like an actor in a blood pressure medication commercial.

And that's when the real disaster showed up…

Perfect. Elegant. Carries a tiny dog that looks like a plush toy. The exact opposite of chaos.

Camilla raised an eyebrow and said with venom in her voice:

I screamed like I'd just been caught in a scandalous anime scene.

Smiled like the devil himself and said:

"I'm his kitty. He's my Master. We're doing morning cuddles!"

Then giggled — the evil kind — and said:

Leaving behind nothing but the wreckage of my social life.

Back inside, I dragged Misa by her tail.

she said casually, licking her finger.

"You're my Master... and I don't like anyone touching you. Not humans. Not tiny fake dogs like that one."

Then she jumped into my lap, yanked down my shirt, and whispered:

"Now... shall we start Round Two of morning cuddles?"

And my voice hit the neighbor's front door like a siren.

Why Did I Let Her Go Out?!