The Coercion of Scum

"You are really restless."

The Jasmine holding me patted my head with dissatisfaction, as if to signal me to be quiet.

Really helpless, anyway, I have taken so much advantage of you, so let’s cooperate a little bit~

When I was in a good mood, I stopped legal harassment and instead barked Hache.

Hum hum~

Jasmine hummed softly in her ears.

To be honest, very peaceful.

Not only was she in a good mood, but I was also infected by her self-entertainment.

Jasmine is not always stinky, although she always shows melancholy and sad eyes when she is with me and makes me think that she is so self-satisfied when she is alone, and I never thought that she would be no different from an ordinary girl when she was alone. ...

How should I say, it was really an accidental discovery.

But this may also be my conjecture, because the current Jasmine is different from the Jasmine at the beginning. It has been almost a year since I coerced her into dating and caused her fatal injury. She might have adapted to it. It didn't come out to become like this.

With a complicated mood, I ended the bath and was carried into the room by Jasmine.

Because the dog’s hair shouldn’t be soaked or it would catch a cold, she kindly dried it for me.

"Okay, let's read the book for a while."

She threw me aside, her naked white jade-like feet swayed mischievously in front of the chair, and then she straightened her posture and began to turn over the book.

Ah, as expected, Jasmine is still very serious.

Even so, I was at a loss because of boredom.

It's been a while since I became a dog, and my freshness has passed. In addition, Jasmine's room is really small, and I feel bored walking around here and there.

It seemed that my movement caught Jasmine's attention, and she stared at me thoughtfully.

"Are you bored? I took you to run obviously."

I don’t care, because at this time I suddenly wanted to study Jasmine’s underwear and tear up the conservative styles that I didn’t like. So when she looked at me, unfortunately I was already opening her. The lower drawer of my wardrobe is gone.

The Jasmine who noticed that hurriedly stood up and walked towards me, and then grabbed me.

"What's the matter with you dog?"

"Bow bark!!!"

In spite of my protest, she just grabbed me from the place and put me aside.

Then she lifted her chest in trouble, as if she was worried that someone would be demolished by me accidentally.

"Ah, yes!"

She clapped her hands suddenly, as if she had thought of some good idea, and opened the desk drawer.

Here, let's play for you.

She said this in a relaxed tone, and then a ball of yarn appeared in front of me.

Wtf? Do you think of me as a cat?

I stupidly walked to the front of the ball of yarn, stretched out a paw and fiddled with it a bit, and then screamed because of the subtle touch.

"Do you like it? Although it was originally used for sweaters, it shouldn't be used anymore, so let's play it for you. Don't make any noise next."

For a moment Jasmine's voice seemed to become a little lonely, but soon she returned to a cold and expressionless appearance again, and she was sitting at the table.

咿咿? Does Jasmine still wear sweaters? What did she mean by what she said just now?

I felt a headache, but I didn't know what to do, so I just played with the ball of yarn as she expected.

Hey, it's really fun.

The final outcome of the original plan to evacuate early but was entangled by various things was of course—I got onto Jasmine’s bed...next door.

"Okay, this is your temporary nest."

Unlike the unfolding that I imagined being embraced by a girl's high school student, Jasmine found a cardboard box and put a towel and sheet in it, seeming to intend to use it as my temporary residence.

To be honest, this space is both warm and warm for the dog, but as a human being, I can't help frowning when I see such a notational living environment.

It was 10 o’clock in the evening. As a time for high school students to go to bed earlier, Jasmine changed into her pajamas. Because her hair was not blowing well, a few messy hairs appeared on the top of her head, but she didn’t seem to care, she just looked calmly. To me.

When I met her beautiful obsidian-like eyes, I couldn't help but speed up a little.

I have been abstinent for so long, and Jasmine’s charming female body is next to me again, but I can’t do anything. It’s too tragic!

"Good night, dog, because I am not your master, so you'd better be able to smell the master's smell and go home early."

She murmured to me, and then began to turn off the lights.

It's just that her so-called good night is unexpectedly similar to a high school student of this age.

It doesn't mean that I want to sleep. When I say goodnight when I chat with my friends, it is very likely to say goodbye to each other.

In the bed, I secretly looked in the direction of Jasmine. She was leaning on the bedside playing with her mobile phone. In the dark space, only her faintly beautiful face illuminated by the light of the mobile phone was particularly charming.

Ah, that’s great. I can still play with mobile phones. Now it’s very inconvenient for me to play with mobile phones as a dog.

I sighed, then retracted into my small space.

Ah, I also want to play on my mobile phone and computer, and I am going home tomorrow.

After hitting a hate, I finalized a little bit about what I would prepare next, that is, I can take advantage of the end of the National Day holiday and start to prescribe the medicine.

I don’t know if it’s because I have become a dog, my body becomes exhausted very fast, as long as I shrink my body in the dark, I feel my consciousness drifting further and further.

It seems that the biological clock of animals is indeed somewhat different from that of humans. When I woke up the next day, it was only 6 o'clock.

Generally speaking, high school students will wake up after 8 o'clock when there is no class, because the usual sleep is not enough, so they will slightly extend the time to wake up without stress.

Because of this, when I crawled out of the cardboard box, I could appreciate the long-lost, sleeping face of Jasmine.

She is really attractive, like a sleeping beauty. She stretched out her slender hands and feet from the quilt, lying on her side in a posture like a sculpture of art, with one short hair covering her face, giving her a messy beauty. Her big closed eyes have long eyelashes, and her serene face makes people unbearable to disturb her sleep.

Jasmine is also very tired.

At least I secretly observed her yesterday, and it can be considered to have completed the task of obtaining information. This time, it can be said to have returned with a full load.