Anime: The God of the Snow Underworld Family

In Yukinoshita's room.

The light was soft.

"Yukino... I... still..." Kitagawa's voice was vague, his eyes were blurred, and he seemed to be still immersed in the drunkenness just now.

Yukinoshita looked at Kitagawa who had turned into a cat, and gently combed his soft hair with his fingers, and couldn't help but smile: "I really didn't expect that a few cocktails would reveal this idiot's true form. The God's alcohol tolerance is just so-so."

The thing is, after the people in the service department solved Kawasaki Saki's troubles.

Kitagawa was in a good mood and generously ordered several colorful cocktails.

Of course, the final bill still fell on her head as the owner.

However, it was these few drinks that made him quickly become confused and lost his former sobriety.

Seeing Kitagawa appear drunk because of a few cocktails, she felt that the money was worth it.

After returning home, Yukinoshita took Kitagawa to her room with ease, and cleverly induced him to transform into a cat again.

"I... I'm not drunk. As a god, I can stay sober if I want. I'm just savoring the feeling of being drunk..."

Kitagawa's words revealed obvious contradictions.

But he does have extraordinary abilities to control his drunkenness, but at this moment he chooses to immerse himself in it.

Seeing this, Yukinoshita couldn't help laughing out loud: "You're not drunk? It seems that I have to find an opportunity to let you taste the taste of this 'drunk cat' in the future."

She gently stroked Kitagawa in cat form, her fingertips sliding over the soft and delicate hair, feeling the warmth and dependence it conveyed.

Kitagawa curled up in Yukinoshita's arms, looking particularly at ease.

He seemed to feel Yukinoshita's tenderness.

Kitagawa tried to open his heavy eyelids, and the gentle and beautiful face of Yukinoshita was reflected in his blurred blue eyes.

He tried to say something, but the effect of alcohol made his words fragmented and unclear.

Yukinoshita smiled at Kitagawa, with a doting light in her eyes.

After sucking the cat, Yukinoshita changed into light pajamas, turned off the lights in the room, and then fell asleep with the cat in her arms.

The darkness of the night enveloped the entire room, and the faint moonlight sprinkled through the window.

Although a little tipsy, Kitagawa's paws were not quiet. It instinctively looked for a soft and warm place, and began to explore the surrounding space, as if looking for something.

Finally, it staggered and found the slightly raised and slightly undulating place of Yukinoshita, where there was the warmth and softness it was looking for.

Kitagawa, the cat, rubbed his head over without hesitation and approached her like a spoiled child.

Yukinoshita felt this sudden intimacy, and a shy blush quietly bloomed on her cheeks. She tapped the cat's forehead with her fingertips and whispered, "Little pervert."

Kitagawa's intimacy did not stop there. He stretched out his tongue and gently licked Yukinoshita's fair skin.

Despite the thin clothes, it still brought a cool and unexpected touch to Yukinoshita.

Yukinoshita's body trembled, and she gently pushed Kitagawa's head, trying to stop his intimacy. But Kitagawa did not stop, and he still stubbornly approached Yukinoshita's body.

In the end, Yukinoshita sighed helplessly. She did not push Kitagawa away again, but hugged him tighter, making him feel more warm and comforted.

Kitagawa seemed to understand what Yukinoshita meant, and he gradually calmed down.

...

Early morning.

"Yukino, why did I wake up in your room?" Kitagawa's face was confused.

Yukinoshita turned around, with a bit of teasing in her eyes, deliberately putting on a cold attitude.

"Shouldn't you be the one to answer this question?"

Kitagawa scratched his head, recalling the fragments of last night, "I remember... in a daze, it seemed that you asked me to come here..."

There was a hint of uncertainty in Kitagawa's voice.

Yukinoshita raised her eyebrows slightly, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, but she did not directly admit or deny it.

"Really? Then maybe you were dreaming."