Reincarnated as a Tabby Cat: Daily Life with the School Beauty Empress

Chapter 62 Night Cat 2

Yichen's cat brain worked at lightning speed, and he quickly came up with a calculation.

As for Murong Hui, he had tried every trick in the book over the past two months. He would snuggle into her arms while she napped, sit on her lap while she read, and lie on her knees while she dried her hair on the sofa after a shower. Each time he would take advantage of her, ranging from tens to hundreds of times, but the marginal benefit diminished with increased frequency. In short, he had squeezed every last drop of interest out of her.

The warmth value could be accumulated to 75,000, of which Murong Hui contributed at least 20,000.

However, he never went into depth with Teacher Qingfeng.

During daytime training, Murong Qingfeng's attitude towards him was one of appreciation and curiosity, falling into the category of "this cat is quite interesting." He would occasionally pet him a couple of times, occasionally hug him, but only superficially.

The reason is simple: Murong Qingfeng is at the peak of the tenth rank, possessing extremely high alertness. During the day, when she is conscious, no unusual behavior escapes her perception.

But it's different at night.

In a deep sleep, a martial artist's senses automatically drop to their lowest level. This is the body's self-protection mechanism; you can't have your radar on full blast while you sleep, or you'll even be able to sleep!

His illusion technique, an eighth-tier Emperor-level illusion, is still effective against tenth-tier martial artists. The effect is diminished, but it's sufficient when the target is asleep.

He had tested this tactic on Murong Hui.

One night, while Murong Hui was asleep, he secretly cast an illusion spell, giving her a happy dream.

He couldn't control the content of his dreams, he could only guide them in a general direction: "happiness," "warmth," "wanting to hug a cat."

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The effect was immediate. Murong Hui laughed out loud in her dream, unconsciously pulling him into her arms and rubbing him for half an hour. During that half hour, her warmth level soared, gaining over a thousand points in one go.

He went a few more times after that. The third time, Murong Hui woke up the next morning and said, "I've been having strange dreams lately. I dream that I opened a cat cafe, and a hundred cats are stepping on me."

The fourth time, she became alert: "Why do I keep dreaming about cats? Something's not right."

Yichen decisively stopped. He had cut the chives too much, leaving the ground bare.

But Teacher Qingfeng's land is still fertile soil.

Yi Chen turned over and glanced at Su Qianxue. She was finally fast asleep, her brows relaxed, and her breathing even.

Yichen quietly slipped out of bed. His four paws landed silently on the sheets.

It jumped off the bed and landed without making a sound. The eighth-tier Emperor-level contracted beast's body control was so strong that it could even minimize the vibration of the air.

He walked through the living room. The carpet absorbed his footsteps. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view of Blazing City flickered, with scattered lights on the distant coastline.

The door to the master bedroom was closed.

The ordinary wooden door has a mechanical lock and no spiritual energy barrier.

To a cat that has mastered the ability to move between different dimensions, there is little difference between a wooden door and a piece of paper.

Yi Chen closed his eyes, activating his spatial skill. A very thin layer of spatial ripples appeared on his body, and the entire cat pierced through space.

The next second, he was already standing on the other side of the door.

The master bedroom was a size larger than the second bedroom. The curtains weren't fully drawn, and a ray of moonlight shone through the gap, casting a white line on the floor that stretched all the way to the bed.

Murong Qingfeng lay on the bed.

The night in Blazing City was still sweltering, and although the air conditioning was on, the temperature was set quite high. She was only covered by a thin blanket, which was draped crookedly around her waist, leaving her completely exposed above and below.

The moonlight shone on those legs.

It was very long. It stretched all the way from the foot of the bed, with smooth lines in the calves, slender ankles, and the curve of the thighs. Yi Chen's throat moved slightly.

Looking up, the neckline of the vest was very low. The side-lying position made that silhouette even more prominent. Moonlight shone on the wall, even the shadow cast was a stunning curve.

Her silver-gray hair was scattered on the pillow, with a few strands hanging down beside her face.

As he slept, Murong Qingfeng lost the imposing aura he had during the day. His features softened considerably, his lips were slightly parted, and his breathing was light and slow.

Yichen squatted on the floor and swallowed.

[Calm down. Cat Lord is doing this for human peace. For evolution, for saving the Azure Continent—it's a noble mission, not something shameful.]

He gave himself three seconds to mentally prepare himself.

But then again, what if this fierce tiger teacher wakes up in the middle of the night—

Murong Qingfeng, a peak tenth-tier martial artist, is the contract master of the Azure Wind Dragon. In Dragon Valley, she is a woman who can make a ninth-tier flood dragon run away with its tail between its legs with just a glance.

If she found a cat sneaking into her room in the middle of the night and rubbing against her, Yichen's fur stood on end for a moment.

Losing a layer of skin is the least of your worries. You might end up as a midnight snack for the Azure Dragon.

However, the risks and rewards are proportional. Murong Hui gives him 100 points for each hug, while Murong Qingfeng gives him 200 points. If it's a long, late-night session, combined with the added effects of illusion magic, the rewards could potentially multiply several times over.

Moreover, he has a backup plan.

Another dimension.

If things go wrong, I can run away in a second. I don't even need to open the door; I can just walk through the wall and disappear without a trace.

That's it.

Yichen pushed off the ground with his hind legs and silently jumped onto the foot of the bed.

Four paws landed on the sheets, but Murong Qingfeng didn't react. His breathing was steady, his heartbeat was calm, and he was in a deep sleep.

Yi Chen crouched for three seconds to confirm that it was safe, and then began to activate the illusion.

The eighth-level Emperor-level illusion technique transformed spiritual energy into an extremely fine thread, which slowly touched the surface of Murong Qingfeng's consciousness along the fluctuations of spiritual energy in the air.

Even when asleep, a peak tenth-tier martial artist's mental barrier retains an instinctive protective layer. Yi Chen's illusionary threads were slightly blocked when they touched them.

Don't panic.

He increased the output of his mental energy and adjusted the frequency, making the fluctuations of the illusion mimic the natural fluctuations of spiritual energy in the environment, like waves crashing against rocks, not crashing hard, but seeping in little by little.

Five seconds. Ten seconds. Fifteen seconds.

The barrier has loosened.

It wasn't broken open, it was "coaxed" open.

The essence of illusion is not confrontation, but deception. It misleads the target's consciousness into believing that these mental fluctuations are safe, natural, and require no vigilance.

Yi Chen's illusionary threads passed through the barrier and touched Murong Qingfeng's superficial consciousness.

He didn't take any specific action, but simply sent a vague signal: "Relax," "Peace of mind," and "Warmth."

Murong Qingfeng's brows relaxed a little.

She shifted her body, changed her posture, and the thin blanket slipped a few inches from her waist, her lips curving slightly upward.

Have a good dream.

That's about it.

Yichen took four short steps and slowly climbed up the bed. His goal was clear: the two distinct E-shaped mounds bathed in moonlight.

mountain peak".

The cat's paws stepped on the sheets, one step at a time, silently.

Yi Chen stopped when he reached Murong Qingfeng's chest.

The vest was made of thin, light gray fabric. From this distance, he could see a dark line beneath the fabric—the edge of some kind of functional underwear.

Alright. For the sake of human peace, Cat Lord—on his way!

He adjusted his position, lying down on his side. His back was against the "mountain" on his left, his four paws were curled up, and his tail was naturally draped over the other side.

soft.

It wasn't just ordinary softness. It was the kind of softness that was elastic, warm, and wrapped in a thin fabric. When his cat ears were pressed against his, he could hear Murong Qingfeng's heartbeat, steady and strong.

Murong Qingfeng sensed something in her sleep and groggily stirred. Her hand unconsciously touched the warm ball of fur on her body, her fingers sinking into the soft cat fur.

"Hmm—Xiao Bao, come here, don't get cold."

Her voice was muffled and heavy with sleepiness. She reached out and tucked Yichen completely into the neckline of her vest.

Then, I just stuffed it in.

Yichen, the cat, was wrapped between the vest and her skin, with her head resting on her collarbone and her body sandwiched between the "mountain walls" on both sides.

The temperature suddenly rose, and the air was filled with the light fragrance emanating from Murong Qingfeng.

Then she pulled the blanket up a bit, covering herself and the cat.

Yichen:

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Who is Xiaobao? Did she used to own cats? Or some other small animals?

Forget it, I'll just ignore it.

System: [Congratulations, host! You have received the deep affection of your master's friend. Warmth from Murong Qingfeng has increased by 500!]

Yichen's cat-like eyes lit up instantly in the darkness.

five hundred!

Thirty seconds later.

Ding!

[Warmth from Murong Qingfeng +500!]

Another five hundred!

Yichen calculated rapidly in his mind. Five hundred points every thirty seconds, one thousand points per minute. If he could maintain this for an hour, he would reach thirty thousand.

30,000 Warmth Points!

With the current 75,000, we can break the 100,000 mark in just one hour!

[Great! Hang in there! Hold on! Collect them all before the tigress wakes up! Mewtwo, Neanderthal is here!]

He nestled closer to that soft spot, finding the most comfortable position, and closed his eyes.

The snoring was on full blast.

Ding! Warmth value +500.

Ding! Warmth value +500.

Ding! Warmth value +500.

The numbers are jumping.

It kept jumping.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Yi Chen opened his eyes and turned on the control panel.

System: [Warmth Value: 100000/100000, Full]

It's full!

His heart skipped a beat.

[Exchange for Evolution Points!]

System: [Exchange successful. Current Warmth Value: 0/10; Evolution Points: 1/1.]

[Evolve! Evolve now!]

System: The system has detected that the host has reached a bottleneck and cannot evolve for the time being.

Yi Chen: "————Bottleneck period? Can't I evolve infinitely? Why is there a bottleneck period? Look at my skills."

Skills: Foshan Shadowless Claw, Foshan Shadowless Claw Second Form, Illusion (Has mastered Illusion *Alternate Dimension), Gravity Space 3

Level 1, Sorcery (New): Skill Description: Turns targets lower than the user's level into lambs, maximum 1 target, lasts 2 seconds. Upgradeable: Level 1 → Level 2, consumes 1 Warmth Points, maximum 3 targets, lasts 5 seconds; Level 2 → Level 3, consumes 2 Warmth Points, maximum 10 targets, lasts 10 seconds.

Yi Chen: Never mind, we'll study it later. Since that's the case, I'll collect some more Warmth Points and upgrade my magic.

Not long after, Yichen collected another 1 Warmth Points and upgraded his Demonic Arts to level 2.

Yichen checked the time.

It's a little past three in the morning, time to go.

He moved out from under Murong Qingfeng's vest collar. During the process, he kicked twice with his paws, stepping on places he shouldn't have.

Murong Qingfeng snorted, turned over, and tried to reach out with his arm.

Yi Chen's body weakened, and the alternate dimension was activated.

The cat's shadow disappeared from the spot.

The next second, he appeared in the hallway outside the master bedroom door.

The faint light from the city lights shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, and the basket of spirit fruits sat quietly on the coffee table.

Yichen squatted on the carpet in the corridor and glanced back at the slender figure under the moonlight.

[Teacher Qingfeng, thank you for your contributions to the peace of the Azure Continent. Cat Lord will remember you.]

A faint noise came from the other side of the door.

Murong Qingfeng rolled over on the bed. He touched his chest; it was empty. The furry little thing was gone.

She opened her eyes halfway, her consciousness still struggling on the edge of sleep and wakefulness.

"Um----?"

My gaze swept around the room. Moonlight shone on the empty bed, the blankets were wrinkled, and there were a few fine cat hairs next to the pillow.

The door was closed. The windows were closed, and the air conditioner was humming.

There are no cats.

Murong Qingfeng frowned slightly. Just now—was there a cat in his arms? Or was he dreaming?

She looked at the few cat hairs again.

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I rolled over, pulled the blanket over my head, and tried to stop thinking about it. I have a match tomorrow; I don't have time to dwell on this.

In the hallway, Yi Chen breathed a sigh of relief, slipped back into the second bedroom, crawled into bed, and pressed his cat belly against Su Qianxue's arm.