Offerings of Love

The Uchiha compound was bathed in beautiful sunlight.

Bright rays of light filtered through the spacious wooden lattice windows, casting large, warm patches of illumination across the floor, where tiny specks of dust danced leisurely within the pillars of light.

Daju was curled up on the sofa, his chubby body rising and falling rhythmically with his breathing. He was fast asleep, his whiskers occasionally twitching—who knew what kind of sweet dreams he was having.

Just then, a sound—extremely faint, yet sharp enough to pierce through his sleep barrier—reached his ears. It was the meow of a cat, like a soft feather gently brushing against his eardrum.

It was Ayan!

Driven by an instinct carved into his very bones, Daju's orange ears were the first to snap awake, swiveling alertly.

Immediately after, his sleepy cat eyes opened, and once his pupils adjusted to the light, they quickly narrowed into two excited vertical slits.

His gaze darted toward the sound, unable to wait, and instantly locked onto the other side of the room—

On the single sofa covered with dark cushions, his young master, Uchiha Ren, was leaning back in a relaxed posture.

And the Silver-spotted Cat he had been longing for day and night was curled up elegantly on the young master's lap, looking like a fallen piece of moonlight.

Ren's slender fingers were stroking the fur on Ayan's neck and back with a rhythmic, steady motion.

Ayan was clearly enjoying it immensely, her emerald eyes half-closed as a soft, satisfied purr rumbled in her throat.

The tip of her long tail tapped the sofa cushion lightly, her entire body radiating a sense of unguarded relaxation and comfort.

The sunlight outlined the contours of Ayan's silver-gray fur, as if gilding her with a soft halo; she was so beautiful that the cat could not look away.

Daju stared, dumbfounded.

Subconsciously, he lifted his own furry front paw, imagining how blissful it would be if his own cat paw were resting on Ayan's head or neck...

His throat bobbed involuntarily as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva mixed with longing and envy.

That envy sprouted from the bottom of his heart like a vine, wrapping around his heart, leaving it feeling sour and astringent.

If only... if only Ayan would let me do that too...

No, even if... even if she just let me get a little closer, just to sniff Ayan's scent, that would be enough...

He wailed internally, yet his chubby body remained pinned to the cushion, not daring to step forward and disturb this "sacred" scene.

He could only watch with wide, round eyes, his longing and grievance nearly overflowing into reality.

He was clearly the cat who treated Ayan the best!

The sunlight remained warm, the room remained quiet, and only Daju's heart—a heart dedicated to his crush—turned as sour as an aged lemon in a corner where no one noticed.

"Yo, Daju is awake."

Sensing Daju's gaze, Ren felt a surge of pleasure; bringing Ayan over early in the morning for a good "petting" session was definitely the right choice.

"I just love pure-hearted warriors."

His fingers traced down Ayan's smooth back, gently pinching her long, round-tipped tail, which looked as ethereal as smoke and mist.

"Mmph..."

A longer, lazier whimper spilled from Ayan's throat.

The entire cat seemed to melt into a puddle of water, going limp on Ren's lap, her emerald eyes narrowing into slits; she was clearly enjoying it to the extreme.

This scene made Daju, who was already mesmerized, widen his eyes even further, his pupils nearly pushing past their physiological limits.

His gaze was glued to the young master's fingers, which were "profaning" the sacred cat tail.

His claws scratched the cushion unconsciously, filled with jealousy, longing, and envy...

And perhaps even a hint of excitement.

Because only here, with the young master, would Ayan show such an unguarded expression and make such pleasant sounds!

This feeling of stimulating the soul—should I find someone to try this on?

Ren thought to himself.

This sense of control, having something others cherish played with at will in one's palm, and witnessing that subtle reaction of pure longing and unfulfillment, was truly delightful.

However, that was not the main point.

Most importantly, Ren could feel it—the Spark Lens, which contained his own Sharingan pupil power and had been sealed into Daju's body using a special sealing technique, was pulsing faintly.

Driven by his unwillingness to give up, he had spent the entire night studying the Spark Lens and finally grasped the key.

The primary function of the Spark Lens was to transform those with the light genetic factor into light.

His own mutated Sharingan pupil power had altered this prerequisite.

It was then touched by Daju, who was simple-minded and full of love, establishing a connection between the two.

But this connection was not absolute; just as in Ultraman Tiga, where Daigo's Spark Lens could be snatched away by others, it could still become Tiga.

Ren, who controlled the "switch" of the Sharingan with his pupil power, could naturally do the same.

The only problem was energy.

Perhaps it was due to the difference in time and space, or perhaps the difference in dimensions, but even Daigo could not transform into Tiga at every moment; in the Hokage world, it was even more difficult.

To truly activate the Spark Lens, one requires pure love or fearless courage as an energy source.

He also recalled that Ultraman only exists for three minutes, after which he turns to stone and dies once his energy is depleted.

Ren dared not experiment with the Spark Lens on Mikoto, nor was he willing to hand it over to anyone else.

He simply used a sealing technique to seal the Spark Lens inside Daju, allowing it to absorb the power of love around the clock.

At first, he wasn't sure if the sealing technique would work, but to his surprise, it actually did.

Now, he just had to wait for the chubby cat to transform and see the results; if the outcome was promising, Daju could honorably become a "vessel of love."

To further stimulate the love in Daju's heart, Ren deliberately slowed the motion of kneading the cat's tail, looked up at the chubby cat that was about to faint, and said in a relaxed tone.

"Don't just stand there like a fool."

"Daju, go prepare breakfast; the kitchen is all yours."

"Ayan and I are both hungry."

Startled out of his dazed state by the sudden command, Daju's body reacted before his brain could.

"...Yes! Young Master!"

He hurriedly responded, his chubby body rolling off the cushion and leaping up, his four paws stumbling slightly as they hit the ground due to his haste.

Daju didn't dare look back at the scene that made his heart itch with longing, and he shook his head.

He tried his best to banish the image of "Ayan having her tail touched" from his mind.

Then, he set off, moving with a stiff, uncoordinated gait and a tragic air, "rolling" toward the kitchen.

That round back was filled with the bitterness and helplessness of a simp, yet it also carried a trace of secret joy at being able to do something for Ayan.

"Ayan still needs me, this is simply wonderful!"

"Young Master, isn't it a bit mean to bully Daju like that?"

The Silver-spotted Cat in his arms tilted her head, her emerald eyes blinking as she let out a meow tinged with hesitation.

Ren looked down, meeting those eyes that seemed to speak, and gently scratched her chin with his fingertips, "What, feeling sorry for him?"

"I... I am not!"

"Who would feel sorry for that silly cat!"