Then he immediately felt himself let out two involuntary, spine-chilling cries.
"Meow~~"
Under the influence of that uncanny power, he actually raised his head like a cat and licked the air twice.
Even more terrifyingly, Lynn could actually feel himself licking someone's face.
It was as though an invisible person really was sitting in that chair.
Lynn felt his skin crawl.
But his long-standing habit of keeping calm in a crisis still allowed him to quickly regain his composure.
He realized that the more he resisted, the more fiercely that strange power controlled him.
But if he went along with what was written in the book...
That power would weaken.
If that's how it works...
Then I'll lick!
Who's afraid of whom?!
What kind of perverted thing haven't I done? Would I really be scared of this?!
(〃´皿`)q
In ancient times, Han Xin endured the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs, and Gou Jian hung his head by his hair and stabbed his thigh with an awl.
Compared to those great men of old, would I, Lynn, really be scared of this?!
You want me to lick?!
Then I'll lick!!
With a (〝▼皿▼) expression, Lynn reluctantly stuck out his cat tongue.
Slurp-
Mm, that's the chin.
Slurp-
Mm, that's the neck.
Slurp-
Mm, that's...
Lynn: "???!"
The Feather Pen on the desk abruptly trembled, and its nib began scratching away.
"Although the kitty was indeed being very cute and affectionate, as a writer devoted to her craft, she still had to avoid letting the kitty lick strange places. A writer should concentrate on writing rather than petting cats, so the writer quickly shooed the kitty aside and tossed him a little dried fish."
Then, in a daze, Lynn was picked up by a strange force and set down by the