Maimai Chapter 32

Their lips clumsily collided and pressed together, lacking finesse but brimming with passion.

Cheng Lin’s hands gripped the ridges of the pillowcase tightly as the scent of Maimai’s shower gel filled his nose. The sound of their wet kisses echoed in his ears, yet all that lingered in his mind was the sensation of softness.

He had kissed Maimai’s face, neck, and even the corners of his mouth before, but this was the first time their lips truly met. The feeling was entirely different.

He finally understood why kissing is such an irreplaceable part of love. It felt as though the entire world had shrunk to this room, and nothing else mattered.

The strength in the cat’s fingers gripping his arm gradually weakened until Maimai finally relaxed and sank gently back onto the bedsheet.

One kiss was enough to make the room temperature rise, turning the covers into a furnace.

Still unaccustomed to the art of breathing while kissing, Cheng Lin reluctantly pulled away for a few seconds to catch his breath. He pressed his forehead against the cat’s, gently wiping the moisture from Maimai’s lips with his finger. Then, pretending to be a gentleman, he asked, “May I kiss you again?”

Maimai quickly murmured an “Mm,” and Cheng Lin dove in for another fierce kiss.

The atmosphere guided them, instinctively knowing what to do next. This time, Cheng Lin tentatively parted his lips. The moment his tongue touched Maimai’s, a tingling sensation shot through him. How could it feel this good? Whether their tongues were intertwining, retreating, or advancing, nothing felt excessive, yet nothing was enough.

Maimai was already dazed, his lips glistening and unusually flushed after being kissed so intensely. The cat was nearly delirious, resting the back of his head on the down-pillow. He shook his head and said, “I still feel uncomfortable.”

Before the human could respond, Maimai scolded breathlessly, “Why haven’t you come in yet?”

Cheng Lin felt a wave of embarrassment and shame wash over him as if he were incompetent. Inexperienced and lacking the proper equipment, he worried about hurting the cat. He gently suggested, “How about I help you with my hands instead?”

“Hands won’t work. I’ve tried.” The cat’s frustration was growing, and the problem was still unresolved. He emphasized, “It doesn’t work!”

“Okay, I got it,” Cheng Lin agreed, helplessly trying to comfort him. “Don’t worry, I’ll go buy… what we need, okay?”

Maimai barely opened his eyes, suddenly remembering something, and asked, “Are you talking about condoms?”

He drowsily added, “I bought them. Go get them from my bag.”

Cheng Lin snapped to full alert. “Why did you buy those? When did you get them?!”

“This morning,” Maimai replied. “The manual said they’re required.”

In the chapter on intercourse in the “Kitty People Hygiene and Health Guide” [Male: Estrus], only two methods were listed: the cat style and the human style, with no room for mixing the two.

Although he wasn’t sure how to initiate or convince Cheng Lin, Cheng Maimai knew one thing—since Cheng Lin couldn’t turn into a girl, he needed to thoroughly study the part about human males.

A man, technique, and equipment—all were essential.

“To be responsible for yourself and others, make sure to use condoms. Here are the recommended brands (excluding ads)…”

Cheng Maimai knew he could buy things at the supermarket or convenience store, so this morning, after getting rid of Cheng Lin, he took the bus alone. After getting off at the stop, he made a detour to the convenience store nearby.

With a determined expression, he walked in and said, “Hello, I’d like a box of Durex!” as if he were ordering food.

The clerk glanced at the confident customer, casually grabbed a box from the shelf, scanned it, and rang it up.

His boldness left no room for comments—maybe it was for blowing up balloons.

After paying, Maimai stashed the box in his bag’s pocket.

As for who would use this equipment, the cat’s logic was simple and driven purely by personal preference. Since the manual mentioned that the receiving male might experience discomfort or pain, especially the first time—then it was better for Cheng Lin to use it.

Maimai figured, since he was the one asking for this, it wouldn’t be fair to make Cheng Lin hurt so much that they had to stop. If he ended up making him cry, that would be even worse.

At this crucial moment, Maimai didn’t want to waste time with too many words. He rubbed his ankle against Cheng Lin’s side and urged, “Hurry and get it.”

Cheng Lin found the small box in his bag, just as the cat had said, and nearly blacked out. What kind of manual goes into this much detail?

Given how Maimai had phrased things, Cheng Lin naturally assumed the condom was for him to use, completely unaware that the cat had made the decision and compromised.

But how was he supposed to use it?

Cheng Lin really wanted to appear confident, but as soon as he removed the packaging, he hit a major roadblock.

How was this supposed to go on? Why couldn’t he get it right?

“Hurry up,” Maimai urged again. After a brief pause, he tentatively asked, “Are you unwilling?”

Sweat was already dripping down Cheng Lin’s forehead. He was about to explode from holding it in. Leaning down, he kissed the cat a few more times and said, “I am willing. What else does the manual say? What should I do next? Teach me.”

“Start with your fingers,” Maimai instructed. “Don’t hurt me.”

“Got it.” Cheng Lin followed the directions, and it turned out to be simpler than he’d imagined. Maybe there really were some differences between kitty people and humans.

But just as the moment approached, his thoughts began to drift at the worst possible time.

The warm light from the lamp cast a dim, intimate glow. Maimai’s skin was so pale that seeing him in this moment felt entirely different from any other time he’d caught a glimpse of him. The cat seemed so small, even cleaner than the white pillowcase beneath him. It made Cheng Lin feel unworthy of this affection. Had he truly made up his mind, or was this just a mindless, fleeting desire brought on by estrus?

As he hesitated, the cat reached out and grabbed his hand. Cheng Lin shivered, compelled to move forward. He took a deep breath and asked, “Baby, are you sure?”

“Mm,” Maimai’s voice was soft as he replied, “I like you.”

He knew it might be pleasurable, but having never experienced it, the anticipation of the unknown filled him with fear. Even though Cheng Lin was being as gentle and slow as possible, the objective reality was hard to ignore. The cat’s mind went blank, his strength already drained. The sensation was like an electric shock as they touched, leaving him trembling, unsure of what else to do.

Whenever things didn’t go smoothly, Maimai would ask for a kiss, making the same soft, cutesy sounds he used to make when he was still just a cat. As sweat began to bead on his skin, Maimai wondered if this was what it meant to be a pervert. If so, perverts had it good. He also wondered if Cheng Lin felt the same way he did.

Once they started, everything else naturally fell into place. Cheng Lin shouldered the weight of the moment, and all his worries were momentarily forgotten. Instinctively, he knew how to repeat and improve, even without prior experience.

The whole time, Maimai kept his head turned to the side, eyes shut tight, sweat gathering on his forehead. No matter what, he remained willing, so obedient that it was almost exasperating. Unintentionally, the cat’s voice became sticky, conveying happiness, comfort, and a range of more complex emotions. The cat didn’t possess the sense of shame that comes from being disciplined or restrained.

Every time Cheng Lin heard him, it felt like his sanity was being stretched to its limit, requiring all his willpower to hold back. It was more challenging than the physical effort he was putting in.