Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story-Chapter 109 - I Treated My Childhood Buddy as the Enemy

Chapter 109: I Treated My Childhood Buddy as the Enemy

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Best Actor Fu was also known to be pure and innocent.

In his late twenties, before the whole encounter with the Persian cat, his first screen kiss was only a legend. There were rumor-mongers speculating that Fu Sichen must have been a terrible kisser.

Cough.

Those who believed him to be a lousy kisser didn’t know him very well.

Ever since Best Actor Fu fell in love with Pei Zhen, only heaven knew how much research Fu Sichen had done. And even if he had little chance to practice, wouldn’t theory be enough to get him through a kiss?

Fu Sichen lowered his head.

His lips met Pei Zhen’s. Parting Pei Zhen’s teeth, his tongue entered to explore the inside of Pei Zhen’s mouth. It was a sticky, sultry kiss. With one hand, Fu Sichen held the side of Pei Zhen’s jaw while his other hand lingered on Pei Zhen’s waist. The closer his body came to Pei Zhen’s, the wider the Persian cat’s eyes were.

This?

This…

Pei Zhen felt as though his body was on fire. His face was flushed, and his heart pounded rapidly. Every time Fu Sichen made a sound in his throat, it made his heart erratic, as though a feather tickled it.

As blood gushed upwards into his head, Pei Zhen’s brain became a blank slate and his body burned uncontrollably. He felt as though his soul was floating away.

“You… you…” Pei Zhen could no longer stand to watch. He wanted to ask Fu Sichen to stop. He extended his claws but in retracted them again in shame. “F***!”

“Stop! Stop kissing!”

“Fu Sichen!”

Too many things were happening at once, and Pei Zhen was in a daze with no idea what to think. Shame, anger, shock—all sorts of emotions tangled up like a ball of wool. His thoughts were a mess!

Mess.

What a mess!

Unable to process any thoughts, Pei Zhen felt a rising ball of emotions. He needed an out. He needed to hit someone. Especially when he looked at Fu Sichen, he was doubly enraged.

“And still you won’t wake up?” His childhood buddy’s lips were soft, and they were glistening and warm from the kiss.

But even then, his eyes were shut. There was no sign of life.

“Pei Pei…” Fu Sichen turned to look at the Persian cat, his eyes dark and deep. “Pardon me.”

The man’s voice was hoarse, and his breath was lingering, just like the look in his eyes—sensual and inviting.

Pei Zhen froze and couldn’t respond. He looked at Fu Sichen bending over again to kiss the corner of his lips. The hand resting on his waist found its way around the lower edge of his pajama top, and then went under!

If the kiss wasn’t enough, then he could only progress a step further.

Fu Sichen boldly advanced. Pei Zhen couldn’t believe his eyes. His blood was on fire, and the heat spread throughout his body.

“Fu! Si! Chen!”

Pei Zhen could not calm himself and called out in exhaustion. He pounced in defense of his chastity. “You bastard! You bastard…”

Was he not Pei Zhen’s sworn enemy?!

He treated his childhood buddy like the sworn enemy, but his buddy was after his body!

Pei Zhen waved his extended claws wildly and freely made angry red lashes all over Fu Sichen’s arms. But as if he felt no pain, Fu Sichen’s fingers continued to push inwards to explore Pei Zhen’s body.

“Damn you! You stinker!”

The Persian cat was utterly exhausted. He forced himself back, and his eyes started to well up in tears. Then, the tears started flowing.

“Pei Pei?” Seeing the crying cat, Fu Sichen suddenly started to panic. He couldn’t continue his kiss. “Don’t cry. I… I’m sorry.”

He was too rash.

God knew how much he wanted to have Pei Zhen the man back…