Villainess Marked For Her Alpha-Chapter 89: I Became a Cat!

Emily descended the stairs in the cat costume, fluffy black ears perched atop her sleek raven waves—now twisted into a neat bun with loose tendrils framing her heart-shaped face, crimson ribbon discarded but her skin still glowing dewy from the shower.

The whisker-embroidered dress hugged her plush curves scandalously: black fabric stretched taut over her breasts, lacy hem riding high on thickened thighs that jiggled softly with each step, the attached tail swaying mockingly behind her rounded ass.

Pink panties peeked traitorously when she moved, her olive-tanned legs bare and smooth, tiny feet padding silent on the hardwood, emerald eyes red-rimmed from tears, full lips pouting glossy and trembling.

Lily lounged on the couch like a queen, legs draped languid over the armrest, designer coat tossed aside to reveal a silk blouse clinging to her lithe frame.

Her critical gaze raked Emily head to toe, orange hair spilling fiery over porcelain shoulders, lips curling predatory.

"Turn around and show me your tail," Lily commanded, voice silk over steel.

"Should I...?" Emily faltered, hands twisting the dress’s hem, cheeks flaming rose.

"I’m ordering you." Lily’s eyes sharpened.

Emily hesitated a beat longer, her tear-glazed emerald eyes flickering with futile defiance, but Lily’s aura crushed it flat.

She twirled slowly on the rug, fluffy black cat ears flopping atop her neat bun—loose raven tendrils already escaping to frame her flushed, heart-shaped face—while the whisker-embroidered dress clung scandalous to her hourglass curves.

The tail swished hypnotic behind her, plump ass bouncing subtle under the taut black fabric with each turn, a brief flash of hot pink panties peeking from the lacy hem riding high on her thickened, olive-tanned thighs.

"Twerk your ass," Lily commanded, voice low, and laced with venom, her orange hair spilling fiery over porcelain shoulders as she lounged deeper into the couch.

"You!" Emily gasped, bun quivering as she spun back, breasts heaving under the stretched costume top, emerald eyes flashing brief fire through crystalline tears tracking down her dewy cheeks.

’How can an omega bully me like this?! I hate her!’

"Do as I say." Lily’s eyes darkened feral black, aura slamming down until Emily’s plush thighs trembled visibly.

’Why am I trembling?’

Humiliation scorched Emily’s chest like acid, but terror over Hellen, Reyes, and her company won; she turned, bent slight at the waist, hands gripping her knees for balance.

’I am doing this for them.’

She twerked—soft, rounded buttocks jiggling rhythmic in the clinging dress, fabric straining with each bounce, hot pink panties winking fully now, lace-trimmed edges framing the plush globes traitorously.

Slick heat bloomed unbidden between her thighs, her subconscious instincts betraying the eunuch lie as the tail bobbed pathetic overhead, Lily’s predatory gaze devouring every quiver of her olive skin glowing faint from the shower’s lingering hibiscus oil.

"Stop."

"Why are you embarrassing me like this, Lily? You’re too much!" Emily whirled breathless, tears spilling fresh down her rose-flushed cheeks, hands clutching her heaving chest where cat whiskers curved mockingly over her hardened nipples, floppy ears sagging with her defeat.

"Call me Master."

"No!"

"Do as I say—and add ’nyan’ like a cat with every word. I’ve seen your ads, pet girl." Lily smirked triumphant, manicured nails drumming the couch arm slow.

"No! You’re bullying me!"

"What can you do, pet girl?" Lily purred, legs recrossing languid.

"I’ll go to the police!"

"Police won’t help. Everyone has a price. Think about your friends—they aren’t very powerful people. Think about the people behind me." The threat hung like a blade, Lily’s eyes glinting with cruelty.

"You won’t do anything!" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"I won’t... if you call me Master, and add ’nyan’ like a good kitty."

Emily’s resolve shattered like glass, shoulders slumping as fresh tears carved paths over her full, glossy lips. "Okay, Master... nyan."

"Good. Now crawl on four legs."

She dropped to hands and knees with a muffled sob, the short dress riding up fully to bare her pink-clad ass—plush cheeks parting slight as her knees sank into the rug’s fibres, thickened thighs flexing, tail dragging limp behind like a broken whip.

Her bare feet tucked under, olive arches flexing as she crawled forward inch by agonizing inch, cat ears scraping the floor.

"I can’t hear the sound."

"Meow? Nyan?" Emily’s voice cracked high and childish, emerald eyes downcast in shame, bun loosening more strands to veil her burning face.

"I want both." Lily lunged forward sudden, yanking Emily’s pinkie nail sharp between manicured fingers—pain lancing white-hot up her arm, drawing a loud, throaty gasp that jolted her full frame, breasts swaying heavy beneath the costume.

"It hurts!"

"Who am I?"

"My Master, nyan," Emily whimpered quick, voice quivering, tears dripping to darken the rug.

"Am I a good person?"

"No!" The word blurted raw, instinctive—then horror froze her.

"Care to repeat?" Lily’s nails dug warning crescents into her skin.

Emily shook her head frantic, bun wobbling loose, raven waves threatening full cascade, shoulders hunching as sobs wracked her.

"Climb on top of my lap."

"I can’t do this!" Emily sobbed outright, petite body quaking, but Lily’s gaze turned granite.

"Emily, think about the consequences."

Glaring through tear-glazed emeralds—lashes clumped wet, mascara smudging faint wings—she climbed trembling: knees bracketing Lily’s silk-clad hips, straddling awkwardly as the cat dress bunched scandalously high around her waist.

Pink panties pressed flush against Lily’s pants, damp heat seeping through from her arousal, full breasts heaving bare inches from Lily’s face, nipples pebbled traitorously against the fabric, tail curling pathetic over one rounded ass cheek.

Lily reached up casual, tugging the scrunchie free—raven waves tumbling glossy wild down Emily’s back in a fragrant cascade, hibiscus oil blooming sweet-floral thick enough to intoxicate. Her fingers rubbed Emily’s scalp firm, nails scraping scalp in possessive strokes.

"Good, kitty. This teaches you not to humiliate me with weird gifts."

"I’m sorry, nyan," Emily whispered rigid, every plush curve locked tense, slick thighs clenching against the invasion.

"I hate animals. I hate you too." Lily’s free hand slid low, caressing her buttocks slow and deliberate—fingers kneading deep into plush flesh through the thin dress, parting cheeks slight to graze lace, drawing a sharp flinch as fresh slick spiked hot and shameful.

Lily leaned in, sniffing deep along her hair’s silky lengths, eyes narrowing predatory on the supple nape exposed—pale smooth skin and unmarked, begging bites.

From her pocket she fished the biscuit packet—animal-shaped treats pilfered from the box—pouring a generous pile into her upturned palm, crumbs dusting porcelain skin as she held it level with Emily’s pouting lips.

"Eat it."

"It feels..." Emily hesitated, nose wrinkling dainty at the dry, sugary scent, full lips pursing glossy as crumbs teased her breath.

"Eat it." Lily’s command lashed final, aura pulsing command.

Emily leaned forward reluctant, heart hammering, emerald eyes locked humiliated on her tormentor’s darkening gaze—full lips parting slow, pink tongue darting tentative to lap a paw-shaped biscuit from the warm palm.

It crunched deliberate between her teeth, buttery crumbs dusting her chin and cleavage like filthy snow, forcing swallows that bobbed her throat as Lily watched every degrading bite, thumb brushing away a stray flake with mocking tenderness.