'SEE YOU MORNING' 129 Possession

“Was that a tail just now?” Hunter asked, startled.
Bobi only nodded, offering no verbal answer, yet her eyes conveyed a world of feeling.
With a roguish grin, Hunter pressed on,
“Really?” making excuses for himself, disguising carnal desire as curiosity, and reached out his hand once more.
“No,” Bobi said, this time blocking him with her hand.
“Haha, neither cats nor foxes like having their tails touched,” Brock explained from the side.
“They are products of human embryos gene-edited with genetic material from other species.”
Though utterly useless at anything worthwhile, Hunter was quite adept at devious pursuits, and so he steered the conversation,
“What are the advantages of the genetic modification?”
“Yes, heightened perception, such as night vision, hearing, and sense of smell,” Brock elaborated on their behalf.
As they spoke, Hunter watched the cat-woman behind Brock wrap both arms around his waist, her body writhing with a sinuous, exquisite grace, her torso indeed as supple as a cat’s. A pang of envy struck him, and he retracted his gaze to the fox-woman before him, asking,
“And you? How are you different from her?”
“I am more fragrant than her.”
“Hahaha,” everyone burst out laughing.
Only Bobi remained silent, her eyes narrowing amid her smile, those emerald pupils swimming in her eyes, leading Hunter’s gaze and enchanting him beyond reason. Thus, while making small talk to cozy up, he sidled closer and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Do you have white fox genes? Your skin is so fair,”
“Yes,” she answered simply.
“Then your sense of smell and endurance must be excellent, and also, you must be resistant to cold,” Hunter said, drawing his face close to Bobi’s shoulder, observing how the skin of her arms differed from that of an ordinary woman, all while stealing occasional glances at her chest.
“No, I don’t have a fox’s fur, I’m not cold-resistant.”
“Ah, I remember your tail has fur…” Hunter said, seizing the chance to reach for her tail again.
“It’s only there,” Bobi said, catching his hand once more.
“Haha, the white fox’s reflexes are so quick,” Hunter, rejected yet again, had no choice but to flatter her to save face. A second thought crossed his mind, and a new scheme emerged. He turned to the other cat-woman and asked,
“You have feline genes, right? Cats have quick reflexes, and so does Bobi. How about you two have a contest, what do you say?” He looked over at Brock.
“Well? Shall we have a little competition?” Brock seemed somewhat interested.
“Sure, what shall we compete in?” Tulip, the cat-woman, asked.
“MotoGP.” Hunter pointed to the two 6-DOF driving simulators.
“Alright, want to give it a try?” Brock said, patting Tulip on the back to encourage her.
Seeing this, Hunter hastily took Bobi’s hand and placed an arm around her shoulder to encourage her.
“How about it, give it a go.”
Goaded on by the two men, the two women mounted the motorcycles. At the track selection stage, Hunter, standing to the side, eagerly suggested,
“Catalunya Circuit, Catalunya Circuit, a classic track, pick this one.”
In truth, Hunter’s recommendation of this track had little to do with its classic status, but rather because he saw that it consisted of straights connected to a variety of corners.
Just as the race was about to begin, Hunter hurriedly complained,
“Hey, Brock, they have the intuitive driving feedback, but we’re left watching from a spectator’s perspective, there’s no way to distinguish the racing details.” So saying, he swung a leg over and sat behind Bobi, then shouted to Brock,
“You sit behind her too, let’s watch them race from a first-person perspective.”
Brock, grinning, said nothing and sat behind the black cat-woman. Her waist was slender and willowy, so much so that Brock hardly dared to hold it tightly, resting one hand on her waist and the other on her hip.
Before Hunter could even get his arms around Bobi’s waist, the green light lit up and both machines launched off the line. Hunter was thrown backwards, his hands slipping from her waist, and in that moment of panic he grabbed hold of her tail.
Bobi let out an “Ah,” but had no time to attend to Hunter; the first corner had already been claimed on the inside line by Tulip. Under heavy braking, Hunter couldn’t care less who held the advantage. This was the moment he had been waiting for—to use the acceleration as an excuse to sprawl over Bobi’s body.
Her abdomen felt somewhat firm to the touch, with almost no subcutaneous fat. On the rocking simulator, she could not only stabilize her own body but also manage the influence of Hunter’s weight.
Through the accelerations and decelerations of the various corners, Hunter played like a fish in water. After one lap, somehow, he had tangled his leg around the exhaust pipe. Under such violent movements, this kind of pulling became rather uncomfortable.
When Bobi braked, Hunter’s body surged forward, yet his leg was held back—miserable and awkward. When Bobi accelerated, his body was thrown back, and his trapped leg was painfully yanked again. When Bobi leaned the bike left and right through the corners, the skin on Hunter’s thigh was tugged side to side. Yet Bobi paid him no heed, focused solely on continuing her drive to win the race. Hunter couldn’t understand why she took such a trifling game so seriously.
Just as Hunter was being tormented to the brink of death by Bobi’s aggressive driving, Lin Yuhui noticed that his luminescence exhibited significant flaws under the influence of pain and divided attention. He attempted to approach Hunter from behind, sensing, and slipped into Hunter’s body through his lower back.
Lin Yuhui probed the edges of Hunter’s body, gradually acquiring Hunter’s sensory perceptions. It seemed this physical shell alleviated the anxiety that had been growing ever stronger within him. However, inside Hunter’s body, he did not like the way it smelled. Lin Yuhui was a man, so he detested stinking men, especially this kind of unscrupulous, thoroughly depraved scum, because he himself was fastidious about cleanliness.
So Lin Yuhui passed through Hunter’s body to sense the woman in front, Bobi. It was then he realized that liking women and being a woman were two entirely different things, because the sensation of being pulled and squeezed from behind by a stinking man like Hunter was not pleasant at all. He had no choice but to retreat back into Hunter’s body, using this foul shell to temporarily house his own soul.
“Ah, ah, alright, alright, Bobi, stop, stop, my leg is stuck.”
Seated on the back of the motorcycle, Hunter finally couldn’t help but call for a halt.
After a night of carousing and a hangover, it was high noon the next day before Hunter rode back home. Possessing his body, Lin Yuhui no longer felt the sun’s scorching heat, yet simply following this fool around in his daily dissipation was too great a waste of life. Heh, even without a flesh-and-blood life, I still can’t change the habits of a lifetime.
Upon returning home that morning, Hunter was immediately notified by the robot butler to go see his father. The moment he entered the room, his old man met him with a cold glare.
“Hmph, good-for-nothing.”
Only his mother, seated to the side, beamed at him.
Hunter knew his father looked down on him, and having just lost the eldest son in whom he had placed all his hopes, the old man was bound to be angered by his very presence. Perhaps the thought running through the old bastard’s mind was, why couldn’t it have been you who died. So he didn’t argue with his father; as long as the money kept coming, that was fine.
“The board has decided, starting tomorrow, you will take over your brother’s position as CEO. Do you hear me?”
Hunter couldn’t believe his ears. He stared wide-eyed at his father, his mind conjuring scenes of himself basking in the limelight at a major corporation.
“You worthless piece of trash, do you hear me?”
“I hear you,” Hunter answered mechanically, still not recovered from his shock, eyes wide and mouth agape.
“Remember, no absenteeism, no making decisions on your own, you are only responsible for signing. Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
“Go on,” the old man said icily, turning his head away.
At this, his mother stood up, her face wreathed in smiles, took her son’s hand, and with a flurry of solicitude and chatter, led him out of his father’s room.
At that moment, what Lin Yuhui was thinking was, perhaps I should switch to possessing someone respectable in his company?