The sudden touch made Yiyi’s entire body freeze, as if someone had hit the pause button.
A tingling sensation at the tip of her tail raced up her spine, even reaching her fingertips with a numbness.
Her previously tense body instantly softened halfway, the blush on her cheeks spreading all the way to the backs of her ears, and even her breathing faltered.
“Y-you, let go! Don’t touch it!”
Yiyi hastily reached out to pull her tail away, her voice trembling with urgency.
Her small fists clenched so tightly they turned white, yet she dared not use too much force.
She was afraid of hurting herself, and even more afraid that pulling away would invite Xiamir’s teasing again.
But Xiamir didn’t let go; instead, he gently pinched the soft fur at the tip of her tail, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
“Why can’t I touch it? Yibao’s tail is so soft; it feels wonderful to touch. Or… could it be that this is just as sensitive as your ears?”
Those words pricked at Yiyi like a tiny thorn.
Her eyes reddened instantly—not from anger, but from embarrassment.
She buried her small head even lower, almost pressing it against the towel wrapped around her, her voice soft like melting sugar: “It’s, it’s not a sensitive spot… don’t touch it randomly, it’s ticklish…”
Before she could finish, Xiamir’s fingertips lightly brushed the tip of her tail again.
Yiyi couldn’t help but flinch, shrinking further into the bed, but still couldn’t escape.
The coals crackled in the warm stove, the air filled with a gentle warmth, yet she felt like her entire body was on fire.
“If it’s ticklish, just say so.” Xiamir slowed his tone, easing the pressure of his touch, as if comforting a frightened little beast: “As long as Yibao obediently says, ‘I am Mother’s little baby,’ I’ll let go. How about that? I’ll even take you to eat some delicious custard buns.”
At the mention of custard buns, Yiyi’s ears twitched slightly, and the tip of her tail swayed gently, but she still stubbornly replied: “I-I’m not saying that… I can find custard buns myself…”
Though she said that, her grip on the bedsheet loosened, and even her resistance weakened.
Xiamir wasn’t fooled by her little act of stubbornness.
He deliberately sighed, lightly scratching the little heart-shaped tip of her tail: “Then I’ll just keep touching it. Yibao’s tail is so soft, I could do this forever without getting tired. When Lilia comes over later, maybe she’ll want to touch it too.”
“No! Lilia can’t touch it!”
Yiyi immediately panicked, jerking her head up, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears: “This is my tail. Only… only I can touch it!”
The words almost slipped into, “Only you can touch it,” but she hurriedly swallowed them back, her cheeks flushing even more.
Watching her contradicting expression, Xiamir finally couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
He let go of her tail tip and reached out to ruffle her hair: “Alright, no Lilia touching it—so now can you say it, Yibao?”
Yiyi bit her lip, hesitating for a long moment before shyly whispering in a voice as thin as a mosquito’s hum: “I-I am… I am Mother’s little baby…”
“Would’ve been easier if you said it earlier. You had to wait until Mother was rubbing your tail to give in.”
Xiamir smiled as he pinched Yiyi’s flushed cheek.
His fingertips still carried the soft warmth of the heart-shaped tail tip he’d just touched, eyes full of indulgent amusement.
“Just this once. What are you so proud of? Next time, even if you sell me out, I won’t call you ‘Mother’!”
Yiyi’s face deepened in color as she clenched the bedsheet, her tone full of defiance, though the tip of her tail quietly swept across the sheets.
Hearing this, Xiamir’s smile grew wider.
He gently hooked her chin, making her look up at him, his voice teasingly soft and coaxing: “Is that so? Only this once? Then I definitely can’t let you off so easily, little Yibao!”
Yiyi’s cheeks flushed even deeper.
She tried to turn her face away hurriedly but was gently held in place by Xiamir.
Looking into the playful light in his eyes, her heart raced faster, and she whispered almost inaudibly: “W-what do you want to do…”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
Xiamir said as his hand once again reached for Yiyi’s little tail, kneading the heart-shaped tip.
In an instant, Yibao felt as if she was wrapped in a current of fine electricity, the tingling exploding from the tip of her tail, racing up her spine to the top of her head, even reaching her fingertips with a soft, ticklish numbness.
Her mind was instantly overwhelmed by this tingling, soft ticklish sensation.
Stronger than before, the electric sensation raced from her spine to her limbs, her fingertips tingling with numb softness.
Her entire strength seemed drained; the hands that had gripped the bedsheet loosened slightly.
Her small body uncontrollably leaned toward Xiamir, cheeks flushed as if they could bleed.
Even her breath became light and hurried, carrying small, broken gasps.
“D-don’t… don’t rub anymore… it’s ticklier than before… I can’t take it…” Yiyi’s voice was soft like melting milk candy, wrapped in a nasal whimper of grievance.
Tears unexpectedly welled up in her eyes, but not from sadness—rather from being overwhelmed by the ticklishness and embarrassment, she even lost the strength to struggle.
Xiamir watched her like this, the teasing in his eyes dimming slightly, but he didn’t let go; instead, he increased the pressure a bit, his voice carrying a deliberately serious tone: “Say it. Are you sorry?”
“I’m not… not sorry…”
Yiyi tried to keep up her defiance, but the ticklish sensation from the tail tip was unbearable.
The moment she spoke, her voice faltered, growing quieter and quieter.
“Hmm?!”
Xiamir’s tone rose slightly, and his fingertips lightly scratched the base of her tail, doubling the ticklishness instantly.
“M-Mother, Mother, I’m sorry, Mother, please don’t rub anymore.”
Yiyi’s voice quivered with tears, which streamed down her cheeks and dropped onto the towel.
She forgot to struggle, only wanting the ticklish sensation to stop: “Next time, I won’t be stubborn, I won’t argue with Mother anymore, please don’t rub anymore…”
Only then did Xiamir finally release her, reaching out to wipe away her tears.
His fingertips carried the warmth of the stove, and his voice softened: “Good that you admitted your mistake. If you’re stubborn next time, Mother really won’t let you off.”
Saying so, he picked up the neatly folded bunny pajamas beside them and helped Yiyi change: “Slow with your sleeves, don’t mess up the hair I just dried.”
His fingertips circled her wrist, gently slipping the pajama sleeve on.
Yiyi obediently raised her arms, cheeks still flushed with residual redness.
Her gaze softened as she secretly glanced at Xiamir’s profile.
The stove’s light cast a warm golden glow on the tips of her hair, and even his fingertips radiated warmth.
After Xiamir fastened the last bunny button, Yiyi softly murmured, “Xiamir… are the custard buns still warm?”
Xiamir paused, a familiar smile rising in his eyes.
His hand quietly slid to the base of Yiyi’s tail, gently pinching the soft heart-shaped tip: “What should you call me? Yibao~!”
“Stop it, your hand—stop! Don’t rub anymore!”
Yiyi instantly panicked, her voice rising an octave, cheeks as red as a ripe peach.
She hurriedly pressed Xiamir’s hand down: “Mother! You should be called Mother!”
Xiamir laughed, retracting his hand, fingertips still stained with the softness of her tail fur: “That’s much better.”
But just as he took her hand and started leading her out the door, Yiyi muttered softly, a hint of petulance in her voice: “W-wait until I get back, I’ll make you pay back every embarrassing thing that happened today! Hmph💢!”
Xiamir said nothing in response, only holding Yiyi’s hand as they walked toward Lilith’s office, his fingertips gently stroking the soft flesh of her palm.
What a silly little one—giving in just from a tail rub, yet still so stubborn with her words.
Next time, I’ll have to think of a way to make her come begging me herself.