Walking down the dormitory corridor leading to the academic building, Anna tried her best to tug at her collar, hoping to hide the red bruise on the side of her neck.
Though hardly anyone would notice, she still wanted to keep it hidden in the most secret place, unwilling for anyone to know.
Her butt throbbed painfully.
After showering, Anna checked herself in the mirror—bright red all over, and it didn’t look like it would fade anytime soon.
Ophelia had played too rough, but Anna only dared to swallow her words.
Reaching the small grove beneath the academic building, Ophelia, as usual, ordered Anna to follow her inside.
Anna obediently complied with her command, kneeling down without any hesitation.
Saturn’s grass blades brushed against the hem of her skirt, dew soaking the socks on her calves, but Anna paid no mind.
She was focused on kissing the pure white hand suspended in front of her eyes.
The first kiss landed on the back of the hand, like a vow of loyalty.
The second kiss on the knuckle of the middle finger, the third on the ring finger, the fourth and fifth…
Anna kissed every corner of Ophelia’s hand.
After the final kiss, Anna raised her head.
Ophelia flipped her wrist and gently scratched Anna’s chin, like a master rewarding a cat.
Looking like this, Anna really resembled a cat—a white-furred one that neither hissed nor scratched.
Ophelia felt an unexpected sense of satisfaction.
“You know, Anna,” Ophelia’s fingertips lightly traced along Anna’s jawline, caressing her chin, “what if I put a Collar on you… how would that be?”
Ophelia didn’t know why she thought this way, but she felt that if given the chance, she must see Anna wearing a Collar.
A good cat must wear her master’s Collar.
“If Miss Ophelia wishes so,” Anna said without resistance.
She knew resistance was useless.
Once Ophelia decided on something… it never stopped just because someone said “no.”
“Then… want to try it on?”
Faced with Ophelia’s enthusiastic question, Anna sighed and obediently nodded.
Either way, Ophelia would make her wear it.
And since no one would see them here… wearing it just once wouldn’t hurt, right?
After all, a Collar was just an accessory, no different from any other neck ornament.
Anna felt a sudden chill on her neck, as if icy frost condensed into a ring, tightly binding her throat.
A slight sense of suffocation mixed with the pain of strangulation, along with a strange blush of shame, instantly overwhelmed Anna’s reason.
At the moment the Collar was fastened, Anna felt like she truly became Ophelia’s cat.
The ice melted under the warmth of her skin, dripping onto the collar of her uniform.
Anna loosened her tie, unbuttoned two buttons, revealing her delicate collarbone.
She slowly lowered her body, knees and palms touching the ground, and like a docile little cat, rubbed her face against Ophelia’s thigh.
A wonderful sense of satisfaction spread through Ophelia’s heart.
She instinctively bent over slightly, her palm moving along Anna’s jawline, cupping half of her cheek.
Anna really did look like a cat.
A kitten’s face was small—one hand could cover an entire cheek, and reaching fingers could touch the eye socket.
Ophelia’s fingers were like explorers charting new lands, slowly tracing the unfamiliar terrain.
“Anna, you’re so good.”
Ophelia scratched the kitten’s chin.
The kitten’s eyebrows curved gently, her gaze softening gradually.
She began to rub against her master’s hand, lifting her head with eyes full of glistening tears that stirred the heart.
Ophelia’s heart almost melted.
How could such a cute little cat exist?
“Shake hands.”
Ophelia opened her palm, and the kitten immediately placed her hand on it.
“Good girl.”
As a reward, Ophelia cupped the obedient kitten’s face and planted a kiss on her forehead.
Until the pre-class bell rang, Ophelia kept playing the little cat-training game.
The unexpected bell shattered the idyllic atmosphere.
Ophelia shivered as if falling into an icy sea; the warm, sticky ambiance vanished instantly.
She sighed, waving her hand to dissolve the Collar on Anna’s neck.
“Get up, Anna. You did very well.”
Ophelia smoothed her wrinkled dress and extended her hand toward Anna.
But Anna seemed still lost in the warm, sticky atmosphere.
She tilted her head, turning her cheek deliberately toward Ophelia.
Ophelia instantly understood her meaning.
Slightly helpless, she bent down and rewarded Anna with a peck on the cheek.
Then she stretched out her hand again.
This time Anna obediently took it and stood up, buttoning her chest buttons one by one, fixing her collar flower, brushing the grass leaves off her socks, and quietly following behind Ophelia.
Anna’s steps were noticeably lighter.
Truly a little pampered kitten.
Ophelia’s lips curved into a faint smile as she deliberately slowed her pace—this was her trap, waiting for the distracted little cat to bump right into it.
Sure enough, Anna was still dazed.
She seemed not to watch her steps at all and tripped over Ophelia’s heel, her forehead crashing directly into Ophelia’s back.
“Ugh.”
Rubbing her head with a pitiful expression, her pouty mouth looked like it could hang a clothes hanger.
Ophelia’s heart melted again.
She reached out and roughly grabbed Anna’s hand.
Anna’s hand was small and soft like it had no bones, tightly gripped by Ophelia’s palm.
“Now you won’t be afraid of bumping into anything again, right? Anna.”
Anna said nothing, just weakly shook the hand holding hers.
Her hand flipped over in Ophelia’s palm, pressing her bent knuckles firmly against it.
Like testing the waters, her nails gently scratched Ophelia.
Seeing no reaction, she grew bolder.
Her fingers slowly unfolded, stretched out, slipped through Ophelia’s fingers, and quietly climbed up to the knuckles like ivy clinging tightly.
Ophelia’s peripheral vision quietly observed Anna’s little movements.
Watching her quietly intertwine their ten fingers, she couldn’t help but smile.
She thought her good mood would last the entire day.
But… what class was coming up today?
Ophelia vaguely recalled the schedule had changed.
The school had newly introduced a course called Actual Combat Tempering, aimed at having students spar with instructors in simulated battles to enhance their combat skills…
Boring.
Ophelia knew she had received far more professional training back at her home in the Northern Territory.
She was confident that few, even among the teachers here, could match her.
But Anna… she would definitely win.
Yet Ophelia didn’t want to see that happen.
Because if that happened, Anna’s identity would be exposed.
Then Anna would no longer belong to Ophelia alone.
She wanted to protect the Anna who belonged only to her, so she refused to let Anna win.
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