IT SEEMS LIKE I GOT REINCARNATED INTO THE WORLD OF A YANDERE OTOME GAME

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Extra SS『I saw a dream where I turned into a cat』

I'd woken up from a short nap and turned into a cat.

When I felt the sunlight on my cheeks, I'd flusteredly cried out,「Haa-! I'll get scolded by Nanny if I get a sunburn!」 and jumped to my feet. As I did so, what caught my eyes were, what I should've earlier been sleeping on, my arms.

No matter how I look at it, it was now that of a small black cat's.

『Ha?』

The surprised voice that emitted from my mouth came out as a delicate cat-like cry.

I was simply baffled. And while I was like that, a voice called out.

「...What's wrong?」

I felt relief almost reflexively when I heard the familiar voice from somewhere nearby.

Whatever the situation was, as long as Wolf was there, it would be fine. It seems my head had decided that of its own accord.

『Well, right now, you see』

What came out of my mouth as I tried vigorously to tell him the situation were things like「fu-nya」 or 「i-nyaa」.

It's no good... this isn't fine at all.

What the heck? What the heck? , I asked, befuddled, while Wolf's hands gently stroked my head...wait! Large! His hands were large enough that it could easily grab hold of my skull! Scaryy!

Panicking, I placed distance from the gigantic hand, and what I saw over there was certainly Wolf's form.

Wolf? Or should I say, Wolf (L)...?

For now, I placed some distance from Wolf(L) and tried to grasp the situation.

Motionlessly, I looked at my hands.

It was the hands of a cat.

I was a black cat. Even my paws, though sort of pink, were faintly black.

With these hands, I couldn't even pinch my cheeks.

I looked relentlessly at my surroundings .

As it stands, I was in a familiar room. I'm at Wolf's private room at the Duke Ranunculas residence.

Given that I'd been in my home — my own room at the Duke Lilia residence, when I had my afternoon nap, I really have no idea how I ended up intruding into their home, let alone into Wolf's private room.

I give up, I don't know why or how it happened at all. For now, if I had to verbalize the present situation, then, for some reason, I, Lycoris Radiata, was in the form of a cat and in my fiance's, Wolfgang Eisenhut's, room. Atop an elegant desk.

（What does this mean, what does th- ah, could I have just imagined waking up? Am I still in a dream?）

With the possibility that came to mind, I felt the sense of crisis sweep away from my brain.

（...eh? What's with this oversimplified way of thinking）

I think I'm normally someone who thinks a little more about things. Yet, simply thinking right now feels like a hassle. Was it because I'm a cat?

My rational side was probably trying hard to grasp the situation. But my instincts that got eroded by my feline side were telling me,『Oh well~ isn't this fine?~ it's just a dream anyway~~』, and had wanted to yield to that half-hearted conclusion... I don't suppose I'm going to plunge to a level where my instincts will eventually end up winning over my rational side = a level where even my thoughts will turn into a cat or something, right?