Chapter 2: Stray cat

Arthur was running under the sun, once again. His legs were killing him, but his lungs were fine thanks to his breathing exercises.

And finally he crossed the 5-mile mark.

"Fuck... that was a good one..." he stopped, sitting on the floor to catch his breath.

His sweat-soaked shirt clung tightly to his body, outlining the muscles that were slowly beginning to show. He still had a few extra pounds to shed before reaching his ideal weight again, but he was already making progress.

If he kept this up, he might even build some seriously impressive muscle. He only needed to find a good gym to go to... and get money for the fees.

Just the idea of paying for anything gave him the chills, as he remembered he was absolutely broke.

His mother gave him an allowance, and thanks to Mrs. Amanda he was living rent-free. Still, living in a new city came with a lot of costs, and he still didn’t have time to find a job.

"I need to start working before college begins," he murmured to himself, slowly getting up.

Just at that moment he saw an absolutely gorgeous woman pass by running, her poor sports bra having a hard time containing her chest. He blinked, struggling not to stare at her.

"The big city really had much more beauty than my small village..." the man mumbled to himself, as the woman disappeared over the horizon.

He used to believe he would never see another woman as beautiful as his ex-girlfriend, but since arriving for college, all he saw were beautiful women.

Arthur shook his head, trying to remove the woman from his head. He had no intention of dating anytime soon. The breakup had left him hurt enough, and he needed to adapt to living in a new city.

And just at that moment, he felt a drop of rain land on his face. Looking up, he noticed that the sky had completely darkened, heavy clouds covering it from horizon to horizon.

He had been so exhausted from running that he hadn’t even noticed the weather changing. But in any case, he was already drenched in sweat, so a little rain hardly mattered.

"At least it’ll help wash away my sweat," he said with a genuinely positive smile.

His face, now reflected in a puddle of water, looked handsome and remarkably pure, full of the energy that seemed to have returned to him. His friends had often told Arthur that his loud voice and excited smile could brighten up any place.

Not long ago, that smile had disappeared because of her... But now, it was back.

He stepped forward, refusing to waste any more time standing around and thinking. If he could, he would have run all the way home, but his legs had already given out. So instead, he resigned himself to walking slowly through the rain.

"Meow!" A high-pitched sound rang out just as he was passing through his apartment complex neighborhood.

The scene that immediately caught his attention was a black cat, probably a mother, trying to shield her three kittens from the heavy rain. But apparently, one of the poor kittens was having a much harder time than the others.

It was smaller than its siblings, curled up tightly and clearly trembling from the cold.

Arthur’s heart immediately sank, and he hesitated for a second, simply staring at the scene. The mother kept meowing, desperately trying to get her kitten to move, but the smaller cat barely moved at all. It seemed as though it didn’t even have enough energy left to tremble.

Was it going to die? Just like Molty...

With teary eyes, Arthur remembered his previous cat, but his body acted before he could think any further.

"Meow!"

The mother cat reacted angrily as he picked up her kitten, scratching at his arms and hands.

"I’m sorry, but I promise I’ll help him survive."

With the small animal in his hands, the man began to run, his exhaustion completely forgotten. He desperately wanted to give the kitten some warmth, but its body was already frighteningly cold.

"Amanda!" he screamed as he burst through the apartment door. "Can you turn on the heater? Help me! I found a cat, and I don’t know if it’s going to survive!"

Responding to his call, an absolutely stunning woman came running from her bathroom toward the entrance.

Amanda was wearing nothing but a plush, white bath towel, wrapped high on her chest but ending dangerously mid-thigh. The towel was straining to contain her generous bust, and a few droplets of water still trickled from her damp, wavy hair down her collarbone, disappearing into her ample cleavage.

The woman’s sharp dark eyes fell on Arthur’s soaked body. She worried about him, but she still prioritized the small animal.

"Give him to me," she said with a hurried tone, and pushed the animal to her chest.

The kitten burrowed instinctively into Amanda’s cleavage, nestling between two warm, heavy handfuls of soft flesh that seemed to swallow it in comfort.

"I’ll take care of him, but you should at least take off those wet clothes and dry yourself. Better yet, take a hot shower. I don’t want you getting sick!" she said in a serious tone, her voice carrying its usual maternal warmth.

Arthur blushed slightly, not wanting to be treated like a kid anymore. But he didn’t argue, trusting that Amanda would take good care of the little animal.

He headed to her room, where the only bathroom in the small apartment was located, while Amanda turned her attention to the kitten.

She helped dry him with a small face towel and turned on the heater. The little animal was still trembling, but his expression already looked much livelier.

Hopefully, it seemed like he was no longer in any immediate danger.

"Meow!"

The small creature struggled for freedom once he finally felt better. With a relieved sigh, Amanda let him go.

"It seems he’s lively," she said. The last thing she wanted was to give Arthur another piece of bad news.

Her lips curled into a big smile, and, completely forgetting that she was wearing only a towel, the woman abruptly turned around and ran toward her room, opening the door without a second thought.

"Kiddo the cat is better!" she said, calling him the same way she used to more than ten years ago.

But just as she barged into the room, her towel betrayed her. The knot gave way, and the fabric slid down her body like water, pooling at her feet.

Her huge breasts bounced free, swaying and colliding with a soft, wet thump that echoed in the sudden silence.

Arthur’s gaze dropped instantly, helplessly, drawn to her naked form. He had been trying his hardest not to pay attention to Amanda’s body, but it was impossible to ignore her perfectly firm tits, her inverted nipple, and her perfect naked body.

At the same time, Amanda’s gaze fell on the young naked man before her, and the image forced her to realize he was not a ’kiddo’ anymore.

His belly was just a bit soft, a little chubby, but his chest was already showing signs of definition. He was tall, just like his father, with a broad, bear-like build that instantly made the older woman’s heart race.

Not to mention the huge, throbbing, veined thing she could see straining against his pants. It was hard as a rock and practically calling out to her. But Amanda did her best not to acknowledge his cock’s existence.

"Sorry!" Amanda blurted out, immediately stepping back out of the room and slamming the door shut, leaving a stunned Arthur behind.

Only then did she notice another important detail: she was completely naked. Her big breasts hung free, her pussy fully exposed... and the towel, her only piece of clothing, was still lying on the floor of her room, which she had just closed behind her.

Amanda blushed even deeper, her mind racing as she frantically considered what she could possibly wear now.