No matter how Chelsea resisted, she still could not stop Durandal's actions.
"It's a female cat. Looks like she won't need to be spayed!"
After checking the white cat's sex, Durandal finally relaxed.
Then she could not resist rubbing her cheek against the white cat's fluffy, warm little belly.
Putting a Collar on Chelsea
Holding the cat Chelsea had turned into, Durandal could not help rubbing her cheek against its fluffy little belly. The sensation of that soft fur brushing against her face... it was simply too wonderful.
Although the white cat looked extremely unwilling and even seemed to want to scratch Durandal, she had no chance at all. In Durandal's hands, she could only submit helplessly.
Chelsea felt like crying but had no tears.
She had never imagined she would one day end up in such a humiliating situation. She had thought that one day, she might die for the revolution, perhaps during some mission, but she could never have imagined something like this.
"You're so cute! Don't worry, I'll take care of you from now on." After savoring the wonderful feeling brought by the soft fur for a while, Durandal finally set her down in satisfaction. Then she grabbed the white cat by her front legs, lifting her into the air and meeting her gaze.
Although Durandal could see Chelsea's rejection, dissatisfaction, and other emotions, she did not think too much about them. She merely assumed the cat was reacting that way because she had suddenly been caught by a stranger.
That was perfectly normal. Unless a cat had been raised from birth, it would take time to build affection. Once she had raised this white cat for a few months, she would no longer dislike her.
Although this cat's eyes were extraordinarily unusual, almost human, far more