Crossdress Ch85part2

The little rabbit slowly blinked and complied.

Wen Sinian took the opportunity to take the damp little ball out of its mouth and threw it into the nearby trash can.

Unexpectedly, the little rabbit in his arms became agitated, struggling to get down and pick up the ball of fur.

Wen Sinian was stunned for a moment, not expecting that thing to be so important to it. He held its waist to keep it from moving, feeling the heat radiating from its entire body. He coaxed it in a soft, gentle voice, “Can you not want it? It’s already dirty. You want your own rabbit fur, right?”

The little rabbit’s eyes were teary as it nodded vigorously.

Wen Sinian quickly had the housekeeper search the house for any previously shed fur from the lop-eared rabbit. After collecting some with great difficulty, he placed it back in its hands.

Seeing it about to put it in its mouth again, Wen Sinian stopped its action.

“It’s dirty. Hold it in your hands, okay? Don’t put it in your mouth.”

The little rabbit kept rubbing the fur ball with both hands, which barely relieved its anxiety, so it nodded lightly.

The housekeeper placed the fever-reducing medicine nearby, never having seen such a situation before. Why would someone need rabbit fur when they were sick?

“Is Yanyan just having a normal fever? I don’t think it seems like it,” the housekeeper said. “This fever reducer is for adults, one pill at a time. Shouldn’t he try half a pill first?”

Wen Sinian didn’t dare take the risk. If they followed a rabbit’s dosage, even half a pill would be too much.

He placed the pill in his mouth, bit off a tiny piece, and leaned down to press his lips against the soft, red ones, feeding the small piece into the little rabbit’s mouth. He then gave it some water to help it go down.

The housekeeper, who was watching all this, was stunned. It was just a fever; the person wasn’t even unconscious. She had never seen someone feed medicine like this…

The little rabbit did manage to swallow the pill, but it was still uncomfortable and weak. It lay limply in Wen Sinian’s arms, clutching the rabbit fur in its hand while the other hand secretly reached toward its tail.

Now that it had fur on its ears and tail, it could pluck from there too.

Seeing this, Wen Sinian didn’t know what he was thinking, but he asked the housekeeper to leave. He covered the little rabbit’s hand with his own and gently massaged its tail.

“Baby, tell me, what do you want to do with the rabbit fur? Build a nest?”

The little rabbit, dazed, touched its slightly swollen belly and nodded.

Wen Sinian also touched its stomach and patiently asked, “You’re human now. You can sleep directly on the bed. You don’t need to build a nest.”

The little rabbit looked wronged and pitiful. “What about our little baby? If it’s also a little rabbit, it needs to live in a burrow. I need to make a home for our little baby.”

Wen Sinian asked, “Where is our little baby?”

The little rabbit cupped its stomach with both hands, its red eyes looking at him. “It’s in here.”

Every symptom matched. He hadn’t expected it to have this delusion even in human form.

Pseudopregnancy.

Male rabbits didn’t have a uterus, so theoretically, they shouldn’t exhibit pseudopregnancy symptoms.

Could it really be that unusual?

Wen Sinian held it tightly, not letting it continue plucking fur, but he didn’t shatter its illusion either. He went along with it, asking, “How do you know there’s a little baby inside?”

The little rabbit’s expression was serious. “I know because I can feel it.”

All the reactions its body was having were due to hormonal secretion. If something as absurd as transforming into a human could happen, pseudopregnancy in a male rabbit wasn’t that far-fetched.

For a moment, Wen Sinian even hoped it could truly be pregnant. If it could really give birth to a cute little bunny just like it, he would raise it.

After all, the house was big enough to raise several litters.

He even went online to search specifically and found that rabbits had extremely strong reproductive capabilities.

With the way they were going, the house might turn into a rabbit warren.

If he didn’t let the little rabbit pluck fur to build a nest, it wouldn’t settle down. Its two legs rubbed restlessly under the blanket, occasionally kicking a few times.

Even though Wen Sinian was holding it and gently patting its back to soothe it, it wasn’t enough.

He felt the sheets were a bit damp—it was the ointment.

He couldn’t apply more medicine, so he used his fingers to block it for a while.

The person in his arms gradually quieted down, and the heat from its body slowly subsided.

It seemed the fever reducer was working.

But when Wen Sinian tried to adjust it into a more comfortable position, his arm accidentally brushed against its chest.

The little rabbit took a deep breath, almost tearing up.

Wen Sinian hurriedly lifted its clothes to check, but his expression suddenly darkened.

He hadn’t expected pseudopregnancy symptoms to include this as well.

In reality, apart from not actually having a little bunny in its stomach, every other symptom would become identical to pregnancy to produce enough milk for the baby rabbit in its belly.

Of course, there wasn’t anything in there…

Wen Sinian suddenly felt an intense thirst. He looked up at the little rabbit obediently biting the hem of his clothes.

Its eyes were still red at the corners, looking lost, as if it didn’t know what was happening.

This sudden change in its body was also a first for it. It was just following its biological instincts, but in Wen Sinian’s eyes, it was an irresistible cure.

The addiction must have worsened, Wen Sinian thought.

But he didn’t care and buried his head again.

***

The little rabbit’s fever did improve overnight. They had thought the pseudopregnancy symptoms would disappear along with it, but unexpectedly, it became even clingier over the next few days. It hated to be separated from Wen Sinian even for a moment. If it couldn’t find him, it would become anxious and restless. Not even delicious food could distract it; it had to be hanging on Wen Sinian at all times.

Having the housekeeper around was inconvenient, so Wen Sinian simply sent her home to rest for a few days.

Fortunately, the studio wasn’t busy recently, and he didn’t have classes at school. He didn’t step out of the house, devoting himself entirely to taking care of this “pregnant” little rabbit.

To avoid mistakes in his care methods, he specifically consulted a veterinarian about how a person should soothe a small creature during a rabbit’s pseudopregnancy.

But the little rabbit was neither female nor in rabbit form, so those methods weren’t entirely applicable.

The little rabbit’s Adam’s apple moved twice as it opened its mouth to show him. Its eyes were teary as it said, “I already swallowed it.”

Wen Sinian saw how much trouble it had just from one sip. He wiped its mouth and teased with a smile, “Was it good?”

Its self-proclaimed “juice,” the little rabbit forced a smile at the corner of its mouth. “Good… it was good.”

Telling it that it wasn’t pregnant and trying to correct its thoughts didn’t work well, so Wen Sinian waited for the symptoms in its body to gradually disappear on their own.

During this time, he treated the little rabbit as if it were truly pregnant, carrying it everywhere, feeding it, soothing it to sleep, and comforting it when it was upset.

The little rabbit was constantly concerned about the “little baby” in its stomach, so it didn’t allow Wen Sinian to use too much force or bump into its belly.

Wen Sinian, with his good temper, agreed to everything, supporting it and even leaving a light kiss on its belly, saying it was for the little baby inside.

With someone by its side, the little rabbit’s anxiety was greatly relieved.

But its nest-building behavior didn’t lessen. The fur on its rabbit ears and tail would often be plucked out in small tufts when no one was looking. Afraid of being discovered by Wen Sinian, it would roll the fur into a ball and hide it in its palm, chewing on it when its teeth itched, and secretly placing it under its pillow at night.

One day, Wen Sinian caught it in the act of plucking its tail again. The fur under its pillow had already accumulated a lot. The little bit that had grown back would be plucked out again.

According to their agreed-upon punishment method, Wen Sinian didn’t go easy on it.

Hearing it cry and beg for mercy, he remained stern and didn’t let it off easily.

If even a gentle rub was unbearable, how could it stand the pain of plucking fur from there?

Its rabbit tail was trembling, and it still wanted to build a nest for a non-existent little baby.

Wen Sinian gently touched its soft tail, feeling heartbroken. The next day, he bought a special device to punish it.

It was a small metal cover that could be worn directly, perfectly protecting the rabbit tail inside.

After pulling the person from the bed, Wen Sinian tried to put it on.

But the little rabbit wasn’t very cooperative, kicking its legs and almost rolling off the bed.

Wen Sinian simply hoisted it onto his shoulder, holding its lower back with one hand to prevent it from struggling, and with the other hand, he put the cover on.

Click—the metal buckle locked.

Wen Sinian checked it to ensure it couldn’t secretly pluck the fur from its tail anymore, then lightly patted the metal cover and put it down.

The little rabbit first rolled into the nest, struggling to take it off for a long time without success. It looked up with its eyes, pitifully gazing over.

Normally, as soon as it showed such an expression, Wen Sinian would kneel and offer everything.

But not today.

Wen Sinian pulled it over and kissed its cheek forcefully.

“Wear this properly for a few days. When you stop plucking your tail, I’ll take it off.”

The little rabbit immediately said, “I won’t pluck it anymore.”

Wen Sinian didn’t believe it. “You promised me the same thing last time. What happened? How many times did we have to apply medicine before the tail swelling went down?”

It couldn’t resist its instincts, but he couldn’t let it harm itself either, so Wen Sinian managed it strictly.

The little rabbit nestled in his arms and reached out its hand. “I was wrong before, but I really won’t do it again. Can you give me the key? I really won’t secretly open it myself.”

Wen Sinian: “Will you be obedient?”

The little rabbit nodded. “I’ll be obedient.”

“Don’t open it without my permission.”

“Okay.”

“What if your tail swells again?”

The little rabbit thought for a moment. “You can punish me however you want. Don’t soften your heart even if I cry.”

Seeing it make such a promise, Wen Sinian opened the drawer, took out a small key, and placed it in its palm. He took a deep breath of the endless milky scent from its body, licked his lips, and lifted its clothes.

“If there’s a next time, I won’t stop even if you faint.”

The little rabbit holding the key bit its own clothes, arched its back, and pushed forward.

Its heart was secretly delighted. Now that the key was in its hand, it could secretly unlock and put the cover back on behind Wen Sinian’s back.

That night, while Wen Sinian was asleep, the little rabbit quietly rolled out of his arms and went into the bathroom with the key.

It pretended to use the toilet first, then sat on the toilet seat and listened to the movements outside for a while. Feeling safe, the little rabbit took out the key and twisted its waist to reach the metal cover behind it.

But the key wouldn’t turn when inserted. The little rabbit tried for a long time and was about to give up when it suddenly heard a noise from the bathroom door in front of it.

It held its breath, and at the moment the person outside pushed the door open, the key in its hand fell into the toilet in fright.

The tall figure outside stepped in, shrouded in darkness, almost merging with the night behind it.

Sharp brows pressed low, staring at the person sitting dumbfounded on the toilet, pants still down, watching silently for a moment.

His voice was very calm as he asked, “What are you doing?”

The little rabbit shrank its neck and softly called out in a voice that was easy to arouse pity, “Husband…”

Wen Sinian stepped closer, silently picked it up, and checked the metal cover, confirming that the fake key couldn’t open it at all. He pressed the flush button, flushing the fake key down the drain in front of the little rabbit.

Then, he carried it back to the big bed, pressing it into the mattress while softly asking, “Does your tail still hurt?”

“No… it doesn’t hurt…”

“Didn’t I say you’re not allowed to open it yourself?”

“You did…”

“Were you obedient?”

“I was…”

Wen Sinian bit it through its clothes and asked again, “Were you?”

The little rabbit quickly changed its words. “No… I wasn’t obedient. Punish me.”

This time, Wen Sinian had patience. He supported himself with his arms on either side of its body, looking down at it from above.

“Tell me yourself, how should you be punished?”

The little rabbit hummed and hawed, lifting its own clothes with its hand, its eyes moist and red, tempting, exuding an unknowingly sweet milky fragrance.

Timidly, it said, “Husband… here… eat me…”