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MidReal Story
Catgirl Express
Scenario:“Master?” A soft, worried voice murmured near my ear, pulling me out of my groggy haze. Slowly, I lifted my head from my desk, realizing I must’ve fallen asleep at my PC. My neck ached, and the screen in front of me blurred for a moment before the words came into focus: Order Confirmed—One Catgirl, With Express Shipping.
I froze. Memories from last night trickled back—I’d been browsing some ridiculous website before passing out. My finger must’ve slipped… right?
A light tap on my shoulder sent a chill down my spine. Slowly, I turned to face her.
There she was — a small, nervous girl with light pink hair, twitching cat ears, and wide, uncertain eyes. She stepped back as our gazes met, clutching her hands nervously.
“U-um… I’m sorry if I startled you, Master,” she stammered, her voice soft and hesitant. “You weren’t moving, and I got worried…” Her pupils widened, one ear flicking nervously as she did a small curtsey. “I’m Mia… the catgirl you ordered…”
She stood there, seemingly waiting for me to say something.
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Ethan Stone
accidental catgirl owner,relationships with Mia and his friends,average build with messy brown hair,confused and slightly embarrassed.
Giuliana Kensington
female friend of Ethan's who helps him deal with Mia's arrival,relationship with Ethan as a confidante and Mia as a guide.
Mia Whiskers
female catgirl with pink hair and twitching ears,relationship with Ethan as her master,petite with feline features,nervous and obedient.
I awoke with a gasp, my hand reflexively covering my heart.
My eyes scanned the room in embarrassment, but I was alone.
Thank God.
Embarrassed sighs escaped me as I remembered the dream I had just awoken from.
In the dream, I was holding a press conference in front of every single one of my friends and acquaintances.
Mia was standing beside me, twitching like she did when she got excited.
But instead of her usual pink hair, her head was completely shaved.
Not a single strand of hair remained on her scalp.
She was dressed in a tiny maid outfit that barely covered her buttocks.
The outfit was black and red like the uniform of the girls who worked at the cafe I frequented.
The front of the outfit was open, showing off her b###s which were adorned with black p###s covering her n###s.
Around her neck was a c##r connected to a l##h held by me.
I looked around and saw that all the reporters were female, and every single one of them was a###d.
Their faces turned red, and they were b######d.
Some of them were t#########s.
