Chapter 129: Final Chapter – Big Kitty Transformation! (END)

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

By the next morning, Lu Yao had fully recovered from the mushroom-induced hallucination. Zhou Yunchen wanted him to call in sick and rest at the hospital, but Lu Yao wobbled to his feet anyway, insisting he had stacks of documents to review and couldn’t afford to skip work.

Zhou Yunchen had no choice but to personally escort him to the Federation’s Mecha Research Institute. Perhaps due to fatigue, Lu Yao stayed mostly silent during the flight, leaning against the window with his eyes closed. The colorful sunlight danced across his face until the craft landed smoothly on the building’s rooftop helipad.

“Yaoyao,” Zhou Yunchen called, stopping him before he stepped out.

“Hm?” Lu Yao turned, and Zhou Yunchen draped a soft cashmere scarf around him. “Just a few steps to the office, but the wind up here is strong.”

“I know,” Lu Yao replied. Zhou Yunchen’s gaze lingered on his cool, flawless face. “Yaoyao… I want to ask you something.”

“Go ahead.”

“Last night… when you said… ‘good boy’… who were you thinking of? Were you… thinking of the snow leopard?”

Lu Yao froze for a split second, then resumed his usual composure. Decades of experience had sharpened his social reflexes. Thinking of the snow leopard last night… that would sound perverse. While all cats he’d owned might have assumed he was some kind of predator, Zhou Yunchen was—thankfully—not a cat.

His icy blue eyes glanced at Zhou Yunchen, expression neutral. Saying nothing, he tightened the scarf and walked toward the elevator.

Zhou Yunchen watched his back and silently pondered: could it be that Lu Yao really liked cats? Torque and Libi were just pets, but the snow leopard was different—it understood words, large in size, and hopelessly devoted to Lu Yao.

Thirteen years ago, Mo Feng had also been promoted, now managing personnel and finance for the entire Mecha Research Institute and new energy projects. Like thirty years ago, his office was next to Lu Yao’s, allowing frequent visits.

Currently, Mo Feng lounged on the sofa in Lu Yao’s office, sipping iced coffee and browsing the StarNet forum. Officially, he was “monitoring public opinion,” but really, he was admiring male model photos in the fashion forum.

“Look at this,” Mo Feng said, sending a picture to Lu Yao. Lu Yao lifted his head from a pile of files and glanced at the image: an A… no, a romance android.

“You…” he had nothing to say.

“What… wait.” Mo Feng’s eyebrows shot up as he sat upright.

“What’s wrong?”

Mo Feng stared at the screen. “Zhou Yunchen sent a message—he’s asking… have you raised any other cats in the last thirty years?”

Lu Yao blinked. Mo Feng continued, “He sounds like he’s coming to catch you in the act.”

Suddenly, Mo Feng looked at Lu Yao with wide eyes. “You didn’t… cheat on him, right? It’s just Libi, isn’t it?”

“This…”

Why the hesitation?!

Clearing his throat, Lu Yao explained truthfully: “A while back, the New Blue Star Zoo was giving the tigers dental anesthesia. I know the director and he said I could take a look… so I did.”

“Just once,” he added.

“Were the tigers soft?”

“Not bad.”

Mo Feng, exasperated, said, “I’m reporting you to Zhou Yunchen.”

Lu Yao sipped tea, calm. “Go ahead. Libi already scolded me when I got home that day.”

Seeing Lu Yao’s shameless attitude, Mo Feng sighed and messaged Zhou Yunchen: “Lu Yao even went to see tigers.”

Lu Yao returned to reviewing files. Mo Feng continued browsing romance androids. Half an hour later, Zhou Yunchen sent another message: “Does Lu Yao only like cats?”

Mo Feng leaned back on the sofa, giving up resistance, and forwarded the message to Lu Yao, elongating his voice: “Does Director Lu only like cats?”

“I only know you like mechanical toys now,” Lu Yao replied casually.

“Cough—cough!” Mo Feng choked on his iced coffee.

At the end of the workday, Mo Feng wanted to visit a romance android store and hoped to bring Lu Yao along—but Lu Yao was merciless. He hopped on his motorcycle and sped back to the mountaintop villa. Inside, Zhou Yunchen was at the island counter, preparing dinner, with Libi perched at the edge watching him. Sunlight spilled across the room in golden red warmth. Lu Yao approached quietly—but was caught three steps away. “Tonight: tomato beef stew.”

Lu Yao didn’t reply. Zhou Yunchen, worried that last night had upset him, frowned. But just as he glanced at Lu Yao, he received a gentle foot-and-face nudge. Boop. Lu Yao kissed his cheek.

Looking straight into Zhou Yunchen’s eyes, he said clearly: “I like you.”

Smack. The spatula in Zhou Yunchen’s hand dropped into the simmering tomato stew.

After the alien void was successfully sealed and post-war reconstruction restored vitality to human civilization, research on cosmic voids resumed. Humans had already discovered a few relatively safe, navigable voids: inert-biology voids inhabited by rubbery, slime-like creatures that only required minimal energy or light to survive, and frozen, lifeless voids turned into experimental stations for human science.

However, progress on the Villeau Void remained extremely slow. Research institutes were cautious, wary of the uncontrollable dangers within.

Over the years, Lu Yao’s reputation in void-structure research had steadily grown. The largest, most sophisticated space research station near the Villeau Void now bore his name, and he visited every few months to inspect progress.

This time, Lu Yao was at Villeau Base for such an inspection. Zhou Yunchen had meanwhile returned to command the Silver Halberd Fleet, resuming space patrol duties.

“General, the secretary officer from Villeau Base is requesting you,” Zhao Minghe said on the bridge, forwarding a classified communication to Zhou Yunchen. Li Mo, at the helm, finally relaxed—Zhou Yunchen wasn’t scrutinizing his piloting anymore. Yet from behind, Zhao Minghe shook his head, recalling the strictness Zhou Yunchen had always maintained regarding the fleet’s operations.

Zhou Yunchen stepped aside to answer. “Lu Yao needs me at the base?” The reply was urgent, almost tense. “What happened? Classified… alright, I’ll get there immediately.”

“General, you’re heading to Villeau Base?” Zhao Minghe asked.

“Yes. Arrange a high-speed craft. I’m leaving immediately. You continue managing the Silver Halberd Fleet.”

“Yes, sir.”

Villeau Base, just outside the energy influence of the void, floated like a fortress of steel in the vast, black expanse of space, emitting a faint pale-blue glow. From a distance, it looked barely larger than a field tent, but up close, its massive structure dwarfed three military starships docked beneath.

Zhou Yunchen’s high-speed craft docked quietly, like a tiny bee returning to a massive hive. The base staff immediately escorted him inside, the secretary officer hurrying him to the top-level quarters.

“Director Lu is currently in his room,” the secretary officer said.

“Room?” Zhou Yunchen frowned. “Is he ill?”

“No…” the officer hesitated, unsure how to explain. “I haven’t told anyone else about Director Lu’s condition. Mr. Mo Feng suggested I come to you for assistance… you’ll understand when you see it.”

Traversing steel-and-glass corridors from the bustling work area to the upper-level resting zone, Zhou Yunchen finally reached Lu Yao’s room. Standing outside the door, a strange sensation of déjà vu hit him—time seemed to overlap. The AI unlocked the door. Zhou Yunchen peeked in. The room was empty of humans. On the desk, however, lay a large brown cat with patterned fur, licking its paws. “This is…”

“Should be…” the secretary officer inhaled sharply. “Director Lu… I thought this was a cat he’d bought, but I couldn’t find him. Then… the cat typed to me—he said he was Director Lu. He hasn’t transformed back. Mr. Mo Feng suggested I contact you, as you have experience handling situations like this.”

Zhou Yunchen’s lips pressed together. “I see. Don’t worry, I’ll handle everything.”

The secretary officer hesitated, glanced back at the room, then left.

Zhou Yunchen stepped inside. The cat’s ears twitched, picking up his scent. His black-tipped fur shimmered in the dim light. He flipped on the lamp.

The lynx—or at least, a lynx-like creature—arched its back instinctively, but Zhou Yunchen noticed a spark of human intelligence in its eyes. Seconds later, Lu Yao controlled his feline instincts, relaxing and returning gracefully to the desk.

“Yaoyao,” Zhou Yunchen called.

The lynx lifted his head, blue-gray eyes meeting his. He didn’t respond in words but nudged his leg. Over the next moments, he rubbed and pawed around him, clearly at ease with his new form. Could it be that becoming a lynx had been Lu Yao’s deepest wish?

The lynx jumped onto the bed, kneading the blankets, stretching, curling into a circle, and settling comfortably. Zhou Yunchen cautiously reached out, running his hand over the thick, soft fur. It was unlike any domestic cat—dense, cloudlike, yet surprisingly warm.

“Meow…” the lynx purred, nudging Zhou Yunchen’s hand, encouraging more petting. He scratched under the chin and behind the ears. The feline’s eyes closed in bliss, a human-like satisfaction radiating in every movement. Zhou Yunchen marveled: so this is what Lu Yao enjoys so much…

Suddenly, a massive silver-gray snow leopard appeared beside the lynx, three times its size. It pinned the lynx gently, licking its face with a bright red tongue.

“Roar!” the lynx cried—a true roar, unlike the usual soft mews. Yet the snow leopard’s calm dominance prevailed, rolling the lynx and licking his white underfur. The lynx purred, reciprocating, and soon the two large cats curled together, a warm, contented bundle.

As for transforming Lu Yao back into human form? That was completely forgotten.

Wild big cats rarely slept long. In the wild, vigilance was survival. When the snow leopard awoke, the lynx—Lu Yao—was gone.

“Roar—meow…” he called, springing from the bed, prowling the room to find any trace of Lu Yao, whether cat or human. Though Lu Yao was absent, Zhou Yunchen could still sense his unmistakable, identity-marking scent.

Following it along the wall, the snow leopard found faint traces of the lynx brushing past earlier. The scent led him into the adjoining sitting room.

There, the lynx was pressed against a sturdy armchair, rubbing and rolling as if in discomfort. The moment the snow leopard entered, the lynx leapt—startled, defensive—but the snow leopard’s superior power and agility launched him into a graceful but forceful bounce, colliding with the ceiling before landing.

“Thump—boing—”

The lynx’s back arched defensively, teeth bared, claws trembling alongside his short tail. Yet this wasn’t aggression in the usual sense. It was… something else.

The air was thick with guaiacwood and catnip pheromones—but beneath that, another scent lingered, strange and indescribable. Zhou Yunchen knew instinctively: Lu Yao was in estrus, even as a lynx.

Two apex predators now faced each other, instinctively territorial, yet tied by the inescapable pull of human alpha–omega desire. Eyes locked, tension crackled, as if a fight to the death could erupt at any moment.

The lynx flicked his stubby tail—a clear sign of feline hostility. The snow leopard flicked his long, plush tail in response, a teasing lure. The lynx lunged to swat at it.

But inexperience betrayed him. The snow leopard, circling behind, bit the lynx’s tail in one swift motion. “Roar!” the lynx cried—but within moments, he was pinned beneath the towering snow leopard, utterly subdued.

Tail-biting became a neck grip, the snow leopard’s clawed movements pressing Lu Yao into helpless submission. Only his roar remained, raw and untamed. Lu Yao rarely let himself go like this—yet even as a lynx, his cries and scent stirred Zhou Yunchen in a way nothing else could.

After a long, deep sleep, Lu Yao awoke almost immediately into human form.

“Yaoyao?” Zhou Yunchen stirred beside him, hand brushing his face and hair. “You’ve only slept three hours. Rest a little more—you’re tired.”

Lu Yao blinked, calm and teasing. “Hmm… compared to half an hour fifteen times, I still prefer three five-hour stretches.” Zhou Yunchen’s eyes snapped open. “!”

Author’s note: 

Actually, it was more than fifteen times—by the end, Director Lu lost count.

And that’s it! The story fully concludes here. I hope everyone enjoyed this playful, cozy journey of big cats and cuddles.

Writing these past few months wasn’t always easy in real life, but thinking about Lu Yao snuggling with giant cats—and “researching” videos of leopards and lynxes for reference—made every day brighter.

 

 

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