The two walked down the corridor like a mother bird and her chick, heading toward the designated room.

“Since yoga will make you sweaty and uncomfortable, we’ll start with s*x education first. Is that alright, Miss Shasha?”

Miss Catarina carried a large wooden basket covered with a cloth, making it impossible to see what was inside. I sat demurely across from the teacher, suppressing my curiosity and trying my best not to stare at the basket.

“What should we begin with on our first day? Ah yes, since Shasha has just become an adult, it would be good to explain the tertiary s*xual characteristics of beastkin.”

Through the eyeholes of her mask, her emerald green eyes—as deep as Princess Kesera’s—glinted occasionally.

“Mo… ahem, Shasha is a hybrid beastkin, half rabbit and half cat, correct?”

“Yes.”

“And like most rabbits, you enjoy dishes with carrots.”

“Yes, yes…!”

The mere mention of carrot dishes made my mouth water. Though I’d eaten lunch with Rictusa just an hour ago, my stomach seemed to growl already. Come to think of it, it had been quite a while since I’d had carrot pasta. I licked my lips, trying not to get too excited.

“Do you consider yourself more rabbit or more cat, Miss Shasha?”

“Hmm… rabbit?”

It was a question I’d never considered before. While both animals’ blood flowed through me, I realized I’d rarely thought of myself as feline. My overly gentle nature, inability to refuse requests, tendency to startle easily, and passion for carrot dishes—all were quintessentially rabbit traits.

This realization somewhat frustrated me. I wished I had the mysterious charm characteristic of feline women. Not that I expected the lion-like charisma of Princess Kesera.

To explain further, Eodiphia’s distant ancestors reportedly included beastkin from predatory species like lions and leopards. Of course, the royal family considered their beastkin blood a great shame and kept it hushed up. The Princess had only confided this information to me privately.

“You just wondered why you only exhibit traits of one species, didn’t you?”

Miss Catarina hit the mark, seemingly reading my thoughts.

“I simply thought I’d inherited more rabbit blood than cat.”

“That’s not it. Usually, beastkin with blood from two animals, like yourself, change at the point of tertiary s*xual characteristics. Rather than transformation, it’s more like hidden traits naturally emerging.”

“I don’t quite understand.”

“Both your personality and appearance will gradually become more cat-like. This won’t happen overnight, of course. You’ve lived as a rabbit beastkin for 19 years, after all.”

“Is that possible?”

“It’s a completely natural change.”

Goodness, how fascinating! Miss Catarina truly knew a lot, befitting her role as a s*x education tutor.

“So when will I transform?”

“It varies for each beastkin, so I can’t say for certain. However, it won’t happen immediately, so be patient.”

“I see…”

I responded glumly, though my heart was racing with both excitement and fear about the upcoming changes. I couldn’t even imagine what I would look like, but I shouldn’t get my hopes up too much.

“That’s not all, Miss Shasha. If you’re a rabbit beastkin, you should know about the critical changes during tertiary s*xual characteristics. For physical changes, your br*asts will become fuller, your figure more curvaceous and aesthetically pleasing. And you’ll grow pubic hair the same color as your head hair…”

“If it’s the same as my hair, does that mean it will be pink?”

I asked in horror.

Fortunately, I was told it would be silver rather than such a ridiculous color. I sighed with great relief, fanning my flushed cheeks.

My reaction must have been quite amusing, as Miss Catarina twirled the azalea-dyed tips of my hair and chuckled softly. Was I imagining things? Her laughter sounded strangely familiar.

“But above all else, there’s one thing you absolutely must know. Things might become difficult for you soon, Miss Shasha. After tertiary s*xual characteristics develop, rabbit beastkin enter a permanent state of heat.”

Her shocking statement froze my fluttering hands in mid-air. Permanent heat? Would I have to repeatedly display the shameful behavior I showed in front of Narcissus during the coming-of-age ceremony? I felt like crying.

“By the way, you’ve been curious about what’s in here, haven’t you?”

Miss Catarina shook the basket she had set aside, smiling mischievously. It looked quite heavy and made rattling sounds, suggesting it contained numerous items. When the cloth was finally removed and the contents spread before me, I could only gasp.

“Oh!”

“Eodiphia’s s*x education is famously explicit. I hope Miss Shasha will follow along diligently.”

Laid out before me were numerous contraceptive devices, bizarre instruments, creams and pills, embarrassingly revealing garments, and finally, scroll rods and shimmering vision stones.

“What are all these?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know, Shasha.”

“I really don’t know.”

In truth, I recognized a few items. Particularly the second object on the right—a three-legged octopus-shaped device that induced extreme pleasure, which I had used when I had been intimate with the man I secretly loved, who was also the Princess’s night visitor.

I had used it for barely a few minutes before my animal ears popped out, which says it all. Apparently, it was an Eodiphia Empire patented product.

“I’ll explain how to use these products gradually. But today, what I want to dress… introduce you to are these.”

In Miss Catarina’s right hand was a bundle of pink silk strings similar to Narcissus’s leash, and in her other hand was a white leather belt and an unidentifiable patchwork of cloth, mesh, and lace about the size of a palm. Looking closely, it wasn’t torn but deliberately designed to appear provocatively ripped.

“Is this a costume?”

“Not an ordinary costume.”

“It doesn’t even look like clothing…”

I gazed at the silk strings and leather belt with wavering eyes. They were truly just “strings,” making it impossible to tell which was the front or back.

The outfit made of leather belt and mesh at least had scraps of cloth covering the important parts, but what was this pink silk string supposed to be?

“It’s called a ‘Wing Dress.’ Would you like to try it on?”

“No.”

“I think it would suit you well.”

“I don’t even know how to wear it. It looks so embarrassing!”

“I’ll help you. I’ll be in charge of your s*x education from now on—surely you’re not shy about undressing in front of me?”

Having to expose my n*ked body to a stranger at our first meeting seemed daunting. However, considering Eodiphia’s educational standards, similar situations would likely occur multiple times, so perhaps it was better to get used to it now. Besides, Miss Catarina was a woman.

After hesitating, I carefully removed the lace dress I was wearing. As the soft silk fabric dropped below my waist, my powder-white, fluffy n*ked body was fully exposed under the bright light. The air felt quite cold against my skin, causing me to unconsciously shrink my shoulders.

“It’s cold…”

“Oh my, I’ll dress you quickly, so please bear with it for a moment.”

Miss Catarina began carefully wrapping the pink silk strings, connected by knots, around my body. She skillfully dressed me in this costume that I had no idea how to wear. She clearly had experience with it.

“Done. Isn’t it pretty?”

Finally, a cute pink ribbon was attached just below the crown of my head. Miss Catarina looked at my reflection in the mirror with an extremely satisfied smile.

“Teacher, this is…”

I stammered, my lips trembling with embarrassment.

The thin pink silk strings followed my neck, splitting into two strands that descended vertically to my br*asts, covering only the n*pples before continuing downward.

Connected in a straight line with my navel, the part that barely covered my private area seemed to draw attention there, making it even more explicit. The term “covered” was actually quite generous.

That was it for the torso.

Strings were also tied around my wrists and ankles, reconnecting to my neck and tied in a ribbon shape above my head. It had a strange structure where tilting my head back or arching my waist naturally raised my arms and spread my legs at a wide angle.

The ribbons attached to my wrists and head made me feel like a giant human gift package. Looking in the mirror, I became embarrassed again, hunching my shoulders and covering my chest with both arms.

“I tried it on because you asked, but it’s too embarrassing.”

“The combination of Miss Momo’s rice-cake white skin and these vibrant pink strings… like a peach.”

“What? What did you just say?”

At that moment, the door burst open with a loud bang. A remarkably handsome man with well-tanned golden skin and an impressive build strode in without hesitation. Seeing that familiar face, I could only collapse to the floor without even screaming.

“Excuse me, who exactly are you? I let you in without suspicion because you had Princess Kesera’s letter of recommendation, but just now another woman claiming to be Miss Catarina—”

Rictusa, who had been interrogating Miss Catarina in an agitated voice, also froze upon seeing me. His pupils trembled minutely, like an earthquake.

Under his blatant gaze, I felt so embarrassed and mortified that I squeezed my eyes shut. Waves of shame washed over my entire body. I hugged myself as tightly as possible, my curled-up waist trembling.

Oh, what should I do?