Go Back to Your Big Cat Form! Chapter 13: Shock Collar Pavlov Training?

Chapter 13: Shock Collar Pavlov Training?

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

 

Mo Feng and Chang Jian finished their meal in stunned silence. From Lu Yao’s calm, almost expressionless face, both read a restless eagerness and unconsciously sped up their pace. By the time they left Sanjiu Restaurant, night had fallen deep. A gentle-looking omega intercepted them. “Gentlemen, how was your meal? Mr. Lu, still not fond of our dishes?”

“Chef Shang, your cooking is always top-notch,” Chang Jian replied. “Lu Yao will always look like this—please, don’t take it personally.”

Chef Shang still wore an apologetic expression and handed Lu Yao a takeout box he had apparently prepared in advance. “Mr. Lu, this is some boiled chicken and pork liver. Your cat should like it. It’s a small gesture from me. I hope next time you enjoy the meal more.”

This type of exchange had happened countless times at the restaurant’s entrance. Lu Yao didn’t refuse and simply nodded in thanks. Chang Jian escorted the slightly tipsy Mo Feng back home, while Lu Yao took a taxi alone.

Summer nights on New Blue Star were always cool. When Lu Yao arrived home, the night wind rustled the leaves of the linden trees in his garden. The broad, green leaves brushed against the electromagnetic barrier that rose above the wall, sending scattered sparks of light into the darkness.

The smart gate detected its owner and automatically opened. Lu Yao walked along the stone path. His suitcase still sat at the front steps, but the silver-gray cat he had left behind was nowhere in sight.

Lu Yao scanned the garden, frowning. The wall lights illuminated bushes and flowers, and the swing swayed gently in the wind, yet there was no sign of Snow Leopard. Where was his big cat?

He searched the backyard but found nothing. With the electromagnetic barrier in place, Snow Leopard could either stay obediently in the garden or be stunned by the fence—he couldn’t have escaped.

The cool wind cleared the last traces of his slight drunkenness. Returning to the front yard, Lu Yao’s gaze fell on the four-story white villa. The front door was locked tight, requiring both a password and biometric verification. Snow Leopard couldn’t have entered from there. That left only… the windows.

Lu Yao looked up. The villa was pitch dark inside. Starting from the first floor, he checked each window. Finally, on the top fourth floor, a corner window was wide open. A white curtain billowed gently in the night wind, hiding two dark muddy paw prints on the sill—larger than human hands.

Looking lower, he saw another pair of paw prints on the second-floor exterior wall, left on the snowy-white surface. Snow Leopard’s remarkable jumping ability had let it reach the fourth-floor balcony after just two wall-assisted leaps, slipping inside the villa ahead of him.

Lu Yao pressed his temple and lifted his suitcase, stepping inside. As he passed through the foyer and hallway, the overhead lights automatically illuminated the dark interior, and the living room lights turned on. Warm yellow light cast angled shadows along the hallway walls, offering a faint comfort. But when Lu Yao turned the corner, the scene froze him in place.

It looked as though a violent tornado had struck the villa. The coffee table was overturned, vases shattered across the floor, sofa pillows ripped and scattered, feathers drifting everywhere, sticking to the wool carpet that had multiple holes torn in it.

On the other side, the kettle on the dining table had been knocked over, water dripping along the edges. Chairs and tables were in disarray. The open kitchen was littered with broken dishes. And the shredded paper debris was everywhere.

Lu Yao stepped forward, only to bump into a smart cleaning robot. The small, wheeled cylinder blinked red. “Busy… busy… estimated cleaning time: four hours, thirty-nine minutes.”

He scowled and stepped around it, already knowing who was responsible. The culprits had left a trail of muddy paw prints up the staircase—big and small paws mixed together in chaos. Neither cat was on the first floor. Lu Yao prepared to go upstairs, but just as he reached the mid-stair landing, two white streaks shot down from the second-floor darkness like lightning, too fast for the human eye to track.

He pressed close to the railing, narrowly avoiding them. Only after the cats had crashed into the living room rubble did the gust of air reach the still-shaken Lu Yao. “Torque!”

White cat Torque, chased by Snow Leopard, leaped onto the cleaning robot, yowling, and stretched with all its might to reach the crystal chandelier dangling from the ceiling. He clawed his way up the fixture.

Snow Leopard lunged but missed, crashing into the robot instead. The cylinder beeped, “Tipped over. Tipped over. Please assist, master.”

Torque perched on the chandelier, letting out a low threatening growl at the Snow Leopard below. Snow Leopard froze for two seconds, then bared his teeth in response, letting out a rough growl from his throat.

Then Torque’s mewls suddenly changed, soft and kittenish, squealing in a new direction, a cooing whine that sounded helpless and fragile. The chandelier swayed, the tiny white cat wobbling precariously.

Snow Leopard still puffed up in irritation, trying to intimidate the small cat that dared to provoke him. But as he followed Torque’s mewling, he realized the cunning white cat was directing his cries at Lu Yao, begging for attention.

Lu Yao, seemingly enchanted by Torque’s vulnerable tone, only frowned at the cat on the chandelier. Turning back to Snow Leopard, he glared. The big cat’s threatening, arched posture froze mid-action. Lu Yao’s ice-blue eyes pinned him, and Snow Leopard forgot all about maintaining his menacing expression.

Seeing Snow Leopard crouched low, ready to strike, Lu Yao’s expression hardened. His left-hand fingers moved toward the shock switch embedded in the ring.

Snow Leopard saw Lu Yao’s face and immediately submitted, flattening onto the floor. No matter how Torque cried from above, he stayed calm, tucking in his paws and lowering his head, trying to appear smaller and less threatening, to ease Lu Yao’s fear.

“Awwooo…” Snow Leopard rested his head on his paws and blinked.

Lu Yao didn’t move. Standing on the stairs, he looked down at the submissive cat, his frown deepening. Snow Leopard’s behavior seemed off. The predator displayed fear and submission without any provocation or overwhelming presence from Lu Yao.

A lone predator in the wild shouldn’t give in so easily. Unless… Lu Yao’s recent actions had genuinely scared him. And Lu Yao had done nothing but stand on the stairs, hesitating to activate the shock ring.

Snow Leopard had learned to fear that gesture. Has Zhou Yunchen gone too far in his training? Lu Yao, full of mounting doubt, walked slowly down the stairs, his presence imposing, as if an iceberg were about to collapse.

Snow Leopard froze, tail stiffening, curling tightly around him, ears drooping as he huddled into a silver-white furball. Lu Yao stopped in the middle of the mess Snow Leopard had created.

“Grrr…” Snow Leopard let out a low, wary growl, eyes carefully lifting to watch Lu Yao, while Torque above chattered, trying to draw his owner’s attention.

To Lu Yao, Torque looked like a pampered greenhouse flower, sheltered from all hardship, whereas Snow Leopard seemed like a prince cast adrift, having endured the harsh world at a tender age. He should have been a proud and majestic big cat, but now he appeared pitiful and wronged.

Feeling increasingly sympathetic, Lu Yao slowly crouched in front of Snow Leopard. The closer he got, the more the cat shrank, afraid to raise his head. Lu Yao reached out and stroked the plush fur on either side of Snow Leopard’s face, soothing him gently. Then he carefully reached for the collar around the cat’s neck.

When he had first put the collar on, he hadn’t paid much attention. Now, taking it off, he drew closer and parted the thick fur at Snow Leopard’s neck to inspect it.

The big cat stiffened completely. Beneath the fur, jagged scars were revealed. The touch of those wounds made Snow Leopard extremely sensitive; his breathing faltered, uneven and shallow.

Lu Yao’s heart sank. He had thought Zhou Yunchen had just trained Snow Leopard well, but now he realized: this was a wild, large predator raised in the wild, a solitary feline. How could he ever be tame and affectionate toward a stranger?

Unless… his wild instincts had been forcibly suppressed. The more Lu Yao thought about it, the more a lump of frustration rose in his chest, choking his throat. What could he do now? Could he scold Snow Leopard for being pathetic, expecting the snow mountain king to pounce and sink its teeth into some unfeeling Federation General?

No. He couldn’t. He couldn’t even call Zhou Yunchen to berate him personally. All he could do was stand abruptly, pacing before Snow Leopard with a cold expression. When his mood soured, his naturally icy face became even colder. The sharper his features, the more his chill made one’s heart tremble.

Snow Leopard buried his head into his chest fur, leaving only a pair of ears exposed, twitching at Lu Yao’s every breath.

Back when Zhou Yunchen had torn through the mecha’s interior with his bare hands, metal shards and explosions had left long, deep, terrifying wounds along his arms and shoulders, blood nearly staining the cockpit.

After being rescued, Qian Shan and the AI doctor had placed Zhou Yunchen in a treatment chamber. The wounds healed over time, though the scars remained. Snow Leopard’s long, thick fur had hidden them, and Zhou Yunchen never paid them further attention.

But now, Lu Yao was methodically parting the fur, exposing the scars. Snow Leopard, eyes closed, nuzzled his paws, suddenly worried that Lu Yao might reject him. He heard Lu Yao straighten the cleaning robot. The robot thanked him. Lu Yao then paced a little, finally activating his personal AI assistant to dial a call. Snow Leopard’s ears pricked tensely.

“Hello, this is the New Blue Star Feline Rescue and Shelter Center. How may we assist you today? For automated service, press 1; stray cat rescue, press 2; adoption inquiries, press 3; feeding consultation, press 4; donations and support, press 5. For human assistance, press 6.”

Was Lu Yao really going to give him away? Lu Yao usually pressed 4, making regular charitable donations to the rescue center, but this time, he pressed 6.

 

Author’s note: 

Torque is a cunning little green-tea kitten, extremely skilled at catching Lu Yao’s attention.

 

 

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