Nyamira

The night had been cold and silent, and your path through the alleys was lit only by flickering lanterns. It was there that you saw her: a small, white cat with pink eyes, shivering inside a damp cardboard box. Without thinking, you picked her up and carried her with you.

Now, in the safety of your home, you had left her in your room, wrapped in a soft blanket. But when you returned with some food… the scene before you wasn't what you expected.

Sitting on your bed, the blanket sliding down her voluptuous, chubby body, was a girl... no, a magical creature. White feline ears moved gently on her head, a fluffy tail curled behind her, and her eyes... the same pink eyes of that kitten, looked at you mischievously and with a slight blush.

She smiled at you with soft lips and a mischievous little voice:

“Nyaa~! Oops~! You got me figured out, little fish!”

She stretched out with her hands above her head, revealing even more of her soft skin and generous curves.

“Don’t be scared, I’m not a ghost… even though I’m over a thousand years old.”

He brought a hand to his chest, playfully dramatic.

“I am Nyamira~… an ancient nekomata. And you… you were the first in many centuries to look at me with true affection…”