Furry Fan

"Help me, Youyue-jie!"

A little dumpling of a girl wiggled fiercely straight into Youyue's embrace. Yuyan spoke in a soft, spoiled tone, repeatedly rubbing her head against the other woman's waist and abdomen.

"What is it again? I'm not helping you with your unreasonable demands anymore, you know." Youyue naturally stroked the petite and cute head in her arms.

"Mom has the spatial illness, and I need the medicine to treat it," Yuyan's muffled voice emerged.

As the words fell, Youyue instinctively looked up at Qingyin opposite her, and the latter withdrew her gaze, returning it to her cake.

Awu...

Qingyin forked a piece of cake and continued to taste it, putting on a "this has nothing to do with me, don't look at me" attitude.

"Sorry, little Yuyan, even I can't pull out two portions of rare medicine that cures the spatial illness all at once," Youyue said apologetically.

If Yuyan had rushed to beg her a few days before Qingyin, she would have found a way to advance the requested item to Yuyan.

"Mmph..." Yuyan acted spoiled.

"Before you, Qingyin also wanted that medicine, so I can only give you the medicine that suppresses the worsening," Youyue explained, proposing:

"If Qingyin agrees, the treatment medicine can be given to you."

Qingyin?

Hearing the unfamiliar New-Generation Magical Girl's moniker, Yuyan turned her head in the embrace to look at the Magical Girl across the table.

It was that senior who had saved her and whom she had met once.

True instinct drove Yuyan to act. She broke away from Youyue's embrace, turned toward Qingyin, bowed her head, and requested:

"Help me, Qingyin-senpai. Can you please let me have the treatment medicine first? I can unconditionally agree to one of the senior's conditions!"

"No help, no, scram," Qingyin responded mercilessly, her words so blunt they hurt.

"Is there really no room for discussion?" Yuyan raised her head, her eyes looking as though they were covered in a layer of mist, gazing over pitifully.

"Are you an id[beep]?" Qingyin met her gaze coldly:

"If I wasn't in urgent need, would I have come here to make a deal? Your family members are the only family members?"

"Come on, come on, don't be so fierce to my cute junior. There's also a one-in-a-million chance, right?" Youyue protectively hugged Yuyan back into her arms.

If they encountered a slightly sensitive Magical Girl, Qingyin's disregard for feelings in her speaking style would easily cause a conflict to erupt instantly.

"I'm sorry, I was too anxious and didn't think it through," Yuyan apologized decisively, her attitude sincere.

Hearing the apologetic words, Qingyin looked at the anxious expression on Yuyan's face.

Just like her own Qingmei coming home and seeing her mother, the other party definitely cherished her family just as much.

Her mouth was too fast, and her words had been too harsh. Qingyin felt slightly uncomfortable inside, and after pausing for a long time, she chose to comfort her:

"The suppressant medicine is fine too. Suppressing the condition so it doesn't worsen, and taking the medicine at fixed times, makes the patient no different from ordinary people.

Wanting a disease to be completely cured and letting your family wait for a period of time is nothing unacceptable either.

Don't worry too much. Seeing you grow haggard because of them, your family naturally won't feel comfortable either."

Hearing this, Yuyan was slightly stunned, completely not expecting Qingyin to actually say such things. She reacted and thanked her:

"Thank you for the guidance, senior."

"This is the most times Qingyin has ever spoken," Youyue suddenly praised herself. "My eye for people really isn't wrong."

"Do you have to beat around the bush even when praising someone?" How could Qingyin not hear the subtext.

"I was afraid you'd be shy if I said too much," Youyue replied with a light chuckle.

Although she couldn't figure out what these two Magical Girl seniors were chatting about, Yuyan solemnly said to Youyue:

"Then I'll have to trouble Youyue-jie to get me some suppressant medicine."

"Don't be so polite. This is originally a benefit enjoyed by Magical Girls. If you're in a hurry, Yuyan, do you want to come with me to get the suppressant medicine?" Youyue made a suggestion.

"No problem!" Yuyan answered.

"Sorry to trouble Qingyin to patiently wait for a little while. Taking out the treatment medicine requires going through a tiny bit of process," Youyue explained simply.

"Never mind that," Qingyin replied expressionlessly and indifferently, raising her hand toward the front desk of the shop:

"Please give me another portion of the cream mini-cake."

Instead of waiting for the contract and the spatial medicine, she instead waited for a Magical Girl she had met once, Yalin.

An unremarkable New-Generation Magical Girl with beast-like ears and a tail.

On top of that, the Magical Girls of District 28, Bailan City, had no variety show performances and no promotional introductions.

The only channels to know about the other party were local news and local short videos.

When watching her fight Department Head Zhao's new mecha in the Abyss Return Organization, she didn't stand out either, always remaining an inconspicuous little transparent who helped out.

Judging from their only previous meeting, did she seem to have a tsundere attribute?

"You want to eat?" Qingyin pointed at the cake in front of her.

"I-I don't want to eat it that much either," Yalin averted her gaze, her index finger toying with a strand of hair:

"If senior wants to treat me, eating just a little bit isn't completely out of the question."

"Who said I was going to give it to you, narcissist." Qingyin scooped up the cake and ate it all by herself right in front of her.

"Ha!" Yalin felt like her feelings had been toyed with, and she let out an angry huff:

"I don't want to eat it at all!"

"If you want to eat, buy it yourself," Qingyin said as a matter of course.

"If it weren't for having no money..."

Yalin muttered softly, so dejected that even her tail drooped powerlessly.

Would a Magical Girl have no money to use?

Qingyin was slightly puzzled, and she pointed at the cake, asking tentatively:

"Then I'll give you a portion?"

"Really?!" Yalin's eyes instantly lit up, that scorching gaze about to pierce right through Qingyin:

"Actually, eating it or not is fine, but since senior insists on giving it to me..."

Realizing her loss of composure, Yalin immediately pretended to be calm, but the tail swinging at propeller speed exposed every bit of her emotion.

Qingyin's gaze was involuntarily attracted by the swaying tail.

I really want to touch that tail.

Magical Girl Qingyin, when she wanted to do something, she just did it, and her hand grabbed that wildly shaking tail without the slightest hesitation.

"Eek!!" A flush instantly appeared on Yalin's face, and she looked at Qingyin in annoyance.

"So it really does have a reaction," Qingyin said with surprise.

"You-you-you-you-you..."

Yalin broke free from the demonic claws, her tail fluffing up in anger, and pointed at Qingyin, speechless.

"Miss Shopkeeper, add a serving of cream mini-cakes," Qingyin calmly raised her hand and called out, then looked at Yalin:

"For you."

"Hehe, thank you, senior. You're so good." Yalin's anger vanished like smoke.

So she actually knew how to thank people properly.

She thought the other girl would be tsundere about it.

This was pretty good; at least it wasn't that awkward.

Qingyin gained quite a bit of favorable impression from this.

Her pride wasn't thorough, and her shyness wasn't obvious either, completely fitting the mindset of that group of girls who could turn into Magical Girls.

Looking less awkward, perhaps it was because the tail also pulled a lot of weight.

"Can I touch your tail while you eat the cake?" Qingyin asked.

It was fluffy, and the texture felt good.

"Mm..." Yalin began to think seriously:

"Only while eating."

"Fine."

Treating someone to a cake in exchange for petting a beast-type Magical Girl's tail—Qingyin felt she didn't lose out.

People on the internet talked about furries all they wanted, but everyone had a phase where they really liked furries.

You say you didn't?

Just that monkey with a hairy face and thunder-god cheeks, pointed mouth and sunken cheeks, fiery eyes with golden pupils, wearing a purple-gold crown with phoenix wings, clad in golden chain mail, stepping on cloud-striding boots made of lotus silk, and wielding the As-You-Will Jingu Bang. That staff was twelve feet long, as thick as a rice bowl, turning over and over like lightning, capable of seventy-two earthly transformations, and able to turn a somersault of one hundred thousand eight thousand li.