Crossdress Ch82part2

Who could bear to have that taken away?

Wen Sinian asked, “How long does its heat usually last?”

The doctor replied, “Male rabbits are more frequent than females, anywhere from a week to ten days, with each heat lasting about three or four days, sometimes longer. So if you don’t handle it, it can be quite troublesome.”

Troublesome, indeed.

Wen Sinian curled his fingers, ruffling the little rabbit’s fur until it was fluffy and disheveled. He deliberately rubbed its body, inside and out.

Sure enough, his palm quickly grew damp.

The little rabbit weakly clung to one of his fingers, its red rabbit eyes gazing at him innocently.

Wen Sinian smirked.

It had gotten his hand dirty again. Quite troublesome.

After leaving the hospital, the information about the pet shop investigation arrived on his phone.

It was just an ordinary pet shop, and the little rabbit was just an ordinary lop-eared rabbit.

Wen Sinian had the adoption paperwork completed to avoid any future disputes.

At this point, he officially became the little rabbit’s true owner.

He should have gone straight home, but Zheng Yao suddenly called, saying there was an urgent matter at the studio that required his attention.

Since the little rabbit’s body was fine, Wen Sinian felt at ease and decided to take it with him to the studio.

He hadn’t expected that the moment his colleagues saw the rabbit in his arms, their jaws dropped. They rushed over, eager to pet its fur.

“Where did you get this rabbit, Wen Sinian? Did you raise it yourself?”

“Damn, it’s so cute! Look at those ears, it’s definitely a lop-eared rabbit, right?”

“It’s got to be a lop-eared rabbit. How is it so small? Is it a dwarf breed? Its fur is so white and pretty!”

“Let me hold it! Let me ruarua its head!”

[note: ruarua is when they pet or ruffle the head]

“It looks so soft. Don’t drop it, okay?”

“I’ll be gentle! Wen Sinian, let me hold it for a bit?”

Several human heads crowded around the little rabbit, chattering excitedly. The unsophisticated little rabbit, frightened by the commotion, shrank into Wen Sinian’s fingers, trying to burrow into his clothes to hide.

Wen Sinian didn’t let anyone touch it. He coldly swept his gaze over the group.

“Get ready. We have a meeting in ten minutes.”

Then, he carried the rabbit upstairs.

Back in the office, he placed the rabbit on the large red mahogany desk.

The fluffy little rabbit looked even smaller in this unfamiliar environment. It lay on the desk, not daring to move.

Wen Sinian took off his jacket and laid it beneath the rabbit, then used the sleeves to create a nest-like enclosure around it—the kind of little burrow it loved to make in his closet.

The little rabbit indeed liked it, snuggling comfortably inside.

Wen Sinian turned to leave but hesitated. He walked back, pulled out two tissues, and placed them under the rabbit’s bottom. He tapped its head with his finger.

“I’m going to a meeting. I’ll be back soon. Be good and wait for me. Don’t make a mess of the desk.”

The little rabbit looked utterly innocent. It hadn’t meant to dirty its master’s sheets…

Wen Sinian tapped its tail with his finger, and the little rabbit trembled all over, quickly retreating into its master’s clothes.

“If you turn back into a human, go into the partition.”

The little rabbit turned its head to look at the door beside it, its drooping ears swaying along.

Wen Sinian left the office.

The little rabbit played with its master’s clothes on the desk for a while, rubbing its scent all over them. The tissue that had been neatly placed under its bottom was now crumpled, kicked off the desk by its tiny legs.

It felt good—it shouldn’t be in heat.

It hopped around the desk, dragging the clothes with its teeth. They were too heavy to move, so it chewed on the sleeve instead, then hopped over to play with the stack of documents on the desk.

After playing until it grew bored, its master still hadn’t returned.

The little rabbit glanced at the window. It was almost dark outside. Tired from playing, it hopped onto the leather office chair and curled up inside to sleep.

As it slept, it had a wonderful dream. In the dream, though it and its master weren’t accepted by other rabbits because they couldn’t reproduce, it truly loved its master. Its master also said in rabbit language that it loved it back, so it was happy to spend the heat cycle together.

But the dream took a strange turn, becoming a spring dream.

Why was its master pressing it down…

The little rabbit’s breathing grew rapid, its vision flashing with bursts of white light. The world spun for a moment.

It opened its eyes to find itself human again, and naked, sitting in its master’s chair.

It took a moment to regain its composure. Now accustomed to its human form, it stood up and touched its ears and tail, which were still fluffy.

Why did only these two parts refuse to change properly? Was there something wrong with the way it transformed?

But like last time, it had changed unexpectedly. There must have been a common factor.

It was always at night.

The little rabbit pondered this as it picked up the clothes from the desk, preparing to put them on.

It felt a flood of human thoughts in its mind, this time, it knew how to dress without its master’s help.

But just as it grabbed the coat, it heard footsteps and voices outside. Realizing someone was about to enter, and possibly more than one person, it panicked. Instinctively, it didn’t want anyone to discover it was a little rabbit that could turn human.

There was no time to hide in the partition. The moment the door opened, it crouched down and scrambled under the large desk.

The voices stopped at the doorway. Wen Sinian, preoccupied with work, hadn’t intended to let Zheng Yao and the others inside. After speaking, he sent them away.

He entered the room and locked the door behind him. He didn’t see the little rabbit on the desk.

There really was an urgent work matter, and it had taken longer than expected.

Wen Sinian strode to the desk, only to find a crumpled tissue on the floor, a few rabbit hairs on the desk, and even some on the nearby documents. Clearly, the little creature had been having a grand time playing on his desk.

But where had it gone now?

Wen Sinian glanced at the partition door, it was firmly locked. He took half a step toward the chair, and suddenly noticed a long sleeve hanging down from the desk, slowly and cautiously retracting upward, as if afraid of being discovered.

Wen Sinian couldn’t help but curve his lips into a smirk. He deliberately walked to the desk, pausing his steps as if about to leave.

The little rabbit under the desk unconsciously pressed the sleeve against its mouth, not daring to breathe, silently praying that the person outside wouldn’t discover its hiding spot.

Fortunately, the pair of legs outside only stood there for a moment. Not seeing the snowy-white rabbit, they turned and left.

The little rabbit’s tense body relaxed slightly, and the hands covering its mouth began to lower. It naively thought it was safe.

But in the next second, a hand suddenly reached under the desk, grabbing both its wrists without warning and pressing them tightly against its chest.

The little rabbit’s eyes widened in shock. Hadn’t the person left? When had they returned? It hadn’t even heard footsteps.

The cunning human, far more sly than a simple rabbit, had already returned and sat back in the chair, legs spread apart. With his other hand, he reached under the desk and pulled the hiding person directly into his lap.

The little rabbit, now human for the second time, had clearly grown smarter. It knew how to dress and how to hide its body.

But it was far from enough.

The coat was much too large on it, gaping open at the front. A stretch of fair, delicate chest and waist was exposed to human eyes, and below—its legs were forced apart, revealing what lay between…

The little rabbit, aware of its shame, struggled slightly, trying to pull the clothes together.

But its master wouldn’t allow it, nor would he let go.

It twisted its waist, the skin beneath its eyelids flushed red, its lips parting helplessly as it whispered a feeble plea: “Let go… let me… put on my clothes properly…”

Wen Sinian leaned back, initially enjoying the squirming in his arms. But when the little rabbit spoke up, a glint of uncontrollable excitement flashed in his dark eyes.

“You can talk now?”

The little rabbit, now able to express its thoughts clearly, nodded obediently. “I can talk.”

Wen Sinian was in an excellent mood. He stroked its chin encouragingly. “Good boy. Say something to me.”

The little rabbit stammered, “You… let go of my hands. I’ll… put on my clothes myself.”

Wen Sinian understood its meaning but, instead of letting go, tugged its hands and pulled it gently toward him.

The little rabbit, with no leverage, tumbled directly into its master’s arms. Its soft body pressed against him, separated only by a thin layer of fabric. It could feel the scorching heat radiating from its master’s body, burning its skin as if it were being roasted.

It was a familiar embrace, a familiar warmth, yet the little rabbit’s face suddenly flushed with shame. Its ears, like a train’s whistle, seemed to be blowing steam.

“You never wore clothes in front of me before. Why now?” Wen Sinian said, suddenly reaching out to pull open the collar at the back of its neck, lowering his gaze to peek inside.

A wave of scorching heat seemed to rise instantly.

What its master said wasn’t wrong, but before, it had been a rabbit. Now it was human—how could it be the same?

“Wearing… wearing clothes,” the little rabbit nuzzled its head against its master’s chest. “Humans wear clothes. Master wears clothes, so the little rabbit wears clothes too.”

Hearing its self-address, Wen Sinian lifted its chin, making it look up and meet his gaze. “What do you call me?”

The little rabbit blinked, not sensing any wrongdoing. “Master.”

Those who raise pets are called masters.

Wen Sinian’s gaze fell on its moist, reddened lips. Before, when he gave the lop-eared rabbit water, he would always see its tiny mouth moving, a small, soft, crimson tongue peeking out to lick the thick, long straw. It would struggle slightly to swallow the water, often wetting the white fur around its mouth. Afterward, Wen Sinian would always wipe it clean.

But now…

“Master isn’t how humans address each other. Change it to something else.”

The little rabbit searched its limited knowledge. “Then what should I call you? How do humans address their masters?”

Wen Sinian suggested, “Gege, husband—either works.”

The little rabbit asked curiously, “What does gege mean?”

Wen Sinian explained, “Someone who teaches you to grow up.”

“And husband?”

“Someone who loves you.”

The little rabbit thought for a moment. Its master not only taught it to grow but also loved it very much.

Its eyes crinkled happily. “Then are you my gege and my husband?”

Wen Sinian took a light breath, suppressing the wicked, filthy thoughts rising within him, and simply nodded.

He reached out to pinch its cheeks again, gripping its waist and lifting it slightly, his eyes fixed on its lips.

His voice grew hoarse as he coaxed softly, “Stick out your tongue. Let your husband see.”