Crossdress Ch82part1

Wen Sinian didn’t speak. He carried the little rabbit to the edge of the bed, intending to set him down, but the legs wrapped around his waist suddenly tightened, the soft body pressing against him through the thin fabric, as if trying to melt into his chest.

The little rabbit panicked. Terrified that his “master” would put him down on the bed and leave again, he clung tighter with all four limbs, refusing to let go no matter what. He had learned his lesson—he wasn’t that foolish little rabbit anymore. His “master” couldn’t trick him.

Wen Sinian looked down at the person clinging to him like an octopus. He pinched the rabbit’s waist, trying to pull him away, but the little rabbit let out a muffled grumble, rubbing his fluffy ears against Wen Sinian’s chin. Displeased by the attempt to separate them, he opened his mouth and bit down on the collar of Wen Sinian’s shirt, grinding his teeth back and forth like a rabbit chewing on food.

He had ruined plenty of Wen Sinian’s clothes before. Of course, all of this was Wen Sinian’s own doing.

Pets, when they first arrive in a new home, are usually taught rules—otherwise, they become reckless and unruly.

But after adopting the lop-eared rabbit, Wen Sinian had never really disciplined him. If the rabbit wanted to burrow into the closet, he could. If he wanted to chew on clothes, he could. If he wanted to crawl into bed, he could. Even when the rabbit misbehaved, Wen Sinian never scolded him. At night, he still allowed the rabbit to curl up on top of him and sleep.

He would hold him, gently stroking his head and smoothing his fur.

There was no punishment—only reward.

This led the little lop-eared rabbit to rule the roost, his tiny body wielding absolute authority.

Now that he had turned into a human, he still couldn’t break his bad habits.

Wen Sinian simply supported his bottom with one hand and cupped the back of his round head with the other, pulling him back slightly.

The little rabbit still had the collar of Wen Sinian’s shirt in his mouth. He lifted his eyes, looking up at him with a hint of fear, though his actions were bold.

Wen Sinian noticed his cheeks move as he chewed and chuckled softly. “Let go of your mouth.”

The little rabbit understood, but he didn’t want to.

He ground his teeth even harder.

Wen Sinian sighed and first sat the little rabbit on the bed, letting his legs dangle on either side. Freeing his hands, he noticed his fingertips were damp from where they had pressed against the rabbit’s pants.

The little rabbit watched as Wen Sinian suddenly brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed deeply, gazing at him with an expression the little rabbit couldn’t decipher.

Seeing that he still wouldn’t let go, Wen Sinian reached out and pinched his cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh into a plump shape. A row of neat, white teeth—small rabbit teeth—peeked out, looking especially cute.

But Wen Sinian’s voice was low, almost commanding. “Open your mouth.”

The little rabbit blinked, still biting down, but as his cheeks were kneaded up and down, he slowly released his grip.

Wen Sinian quickly pulled his collar from the little rabbit’s mouth, feeling the damp spot left behind. He didn’t let go, punishing him by continuing to pinch his mouth.

The two plump, red lips couldn’t close, and the saliva couldn’t be contained. It slowly slid down the corner of his mouth, but before it could drip, it was caught by a large palm.

Wen Sinian’s hand was warm. He tilted the little rabbit’s chin up, bringing him closer. “Now that you’re human, you’re not allowed to bite clothes. Understand?”

The little rabbit’s eyes darted around. Though he didn’t understand, he nodded obediently.

Wen Sinian finally let go, using his fingers to wipe away the silver thread of saliva at the corner of the little rabbit’s lips. He then laid him down on the other side of the bed and grabbed a wet towel, methodically wiping his hands one finger at a time.

The little rabbit, afraid his “master” would leave again, was about to crawl out from under the blanket when he saw Wen Sinian throw the towel away and lie down beside him.

A smile instantly spread across the little rabbit’s face. He scrambled onto Wen Sinian with his hands and feet.

He couldn’t lie still unless he was pressed against his “master.” But his movements were constantly blocked—sometimes a hand pressed down on his shoulder, sometimes a leg pinned him in place.

The little rabbit struggled a few times, only to be restrained even more. His upper body was locked in place by Wen Sinian’s arms, and his legs were pinned down, leaving him completely immobilized.

He felt a little wronged but couldn’t say anything. His eyes reddened, and tears welled up as he looked over.

Wen Sinian said, “You’re not allowed to sleep on top of me, either.”

The little rabbit’s nose twitched, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

He didn’t speak, didn’t whimper—he just cried silently, looking pitiful.

Wen Sinian suddenly remembered the time he had taken the little lop-eared rabbit off the operating table. The little thing had been just as heartbroken.

The two of them stared at each other in the darkness for a while.

Wen Sinian let go of him, brushing his fingers over the little rabbit’s tear-streaked cheeks. He wiped away the tears, then lifted him by the waist and flipped him onto his chest.

He hadn’t expected his body to be so much softer than he imagined—his waist was so slender it could be encircled with one hand, warm and supple, like cotton candy fresh from the oven.

Wen Sinian rubbed his head. “Don’t cry. Can you sleep like this?”

The little rabbit quickly rubbed his tears against Wen Sinian’s chest and nodded, curling up under the blanket. But no matter how much he shrank, he couldn’t return to the size of a lop-eared rabbit. His face was pressed against Wen Sinian’s chest, his feet resting on Wen Sinian’s legs, his arms obediently wrapped around Wen Sinian’s body. Feeling the familiar warmth and scent that brought him such security, the little rabbit finally closed his eyes in contentment.

After tossing and turning half the night, Wen Sinian still ended up holding the little rabbit in his arms. He might as well have agreed to share the bed from the beginning.

Wen Sinian closed his eyes, but there was no way he could sleep. Before long, the little rabbit’s even breathing filled the bed. But even in his sleep, he was restless. Without thinking, he would take Wen Sinian’s clothes into his mouth and chew on them. Wen Sinian took them out several times, only for the little rabbit to put them back in. Eventually, he gave up.

The little rabbit’s legs, initially curled up, soon stretched out. Through the sleep pants, he unconsciously rubbed against something, slowly trapping it between his thighs.

Wen Sinian realized what he was doing. His temple throbbed violently. He pressed a large hand over the little rabbit’s restless body through the sleep shirt and threw back the blanket, preparing to pull him away.

Then he suddenly remembered what the doctor had mentioned before: if a rabbit isn’t neutered, its heat cycles can be frequent and intense. If a suitable mate is present, a rabbit can mate continuously. So this little male rabbit was now…

What would an ordinary person feel in this situation? Disgust? Revulsion? Shock?

Wen Sinian’s throat felt dry. He licked his lips, the violent, surging desire making him feel like the true animal in heat. He was used to suppressing and restraining himself, locking the beast within its cage. But why did he feel this way toward a little rabbit?

The confused little rabbit’s breathing quickened, nearly tumbling off him.

Instead of pushing him away, Wen Sinian tightened his arms around his waist, pressing him firmly against his body.

Soon, the movement under the blanket ceased.

Wen Sinian, however, stayed awake all night.

***

The next morning, just as dawn broke, Wen Sinian shifted the person in his arms aside and got out of bed, his upper body bare.

His sleep shirt from last night had been used to wipe something and was now too dirty, so he tossed it into the trash.

Glancing down at the still prominent bulge in his pants, he wrapped the person on the bed tightly in the blanket before heading into the bathroom.

The sound of running water filled the room.

The little rabbit had slept soundly during the second half of the night. In his dreams, his “master” had also turned into a rabbit, tall, handsome, and his mate. Male rabbits in heat will also mate with the same sex, though no offspring can be produced.

So his behavior toward his “master” wasn’t wrong, it was only natural for a rabbit.

Once he learned human language, he would apologize to his “master.” His “master” doted on him so much; he would surely forgive him.

But when the little rabbit woke up, refreshed and content, he found his snowy-white fur had grown back.

He had turned back into the little lop-eared rabbit.

The water in the bathroom had been running for a long time before it stopped. The little rabbit, at a loss, burrowed deeper under the blanket, hoping not to be discovered.

Footsteps emerged from the bathroom, pausing briefly at the edge of the bed. A hand slowly lifted the blanket, revealing a small, fluffy ball beneath.

The little rabbit had buried its head inside Wen Sinian’s underwear, its round body wrapped in the fabric. Only the tips of its ears peeked out, soft and pressed against the bed. Its snowy-white bottom was raised high, its little tail trembling uncontrollably.

Wen Sinian scooped it up from the tangled clothes with one hand, cradling its trembling body in his palm. He blew a breath onto its fluffy belly, exposing the hidden parts beneath.

The little rabbit’s eyes widened in surprise. Now that it had turned back into a rabbit, it had somehow gained a human sense of shame. Before, it hadn’t minded when its “master” looked or touched it there, but now, without its fur to hide behind, it felt deeply embarrassed. Its rabbit face must have been bright red.

It struggled for a while, but Wen Sinian easily controlled it with one hand. Exhausted, it flopped onto its back, panting and too tired to resist.

This gave Wen Sinian the chance to examine it thoroughly.

Beneath the soft fur lay a body structure unknown to most. Wen Sinian observed until the little rabbit’s spread legs began to tremble from exhaustion. Finally taking pity, he flipped it over, letting it nestle in his palm.

He walked to the cabinet and retrieved the white lace ribbon, tying it around the little rabbit’s neck. Then, he carried it out the door.

He had promised to take it to the hospital for a check-up, but since it had turned back into a rabbit, they had to go to the pet hospital instead.

It was the same doctor as last time. After a thorough examination, the doctor found nothing unusual.

The doctor asked, “Has its heat cycle been more frequent lately? Has it been particularly restless?”

Wen Sinian, who had already picked the little rabbit back up, replied coolly, “A little.”

A little? More like a lot.

Last night, it had even used his leg as a mate.

The doctor kindly advised, “I really recommend getting it neutered. It’s for its own good. At this age, its needs are at their peak. If it doesn’t get satisfaction, it can become more irritable and may even harm its health. Rabbits are delicate creatures, they’re not easy to care for.”

Wen Sinian’s mind flashed back to the scene from last night.

The pink, tender flesh beneath the white fluffy tail was impossibly beautiful.