The Bloody Thrill of the Hunt

I still remember the first time I tasted human blood. It was like a symphony of flavors on my tongue, a mix of metallic and warm that left me wanting more. Since then, I’ve been hooked. I roam the streets at night, searching for the perfect prey. It’s not just about the taste, it’s about the thrill of the hunt, the rush of adrenaline as I stalk my victim. And when I finally sink my fangs into their neck, it’s like a never-ending high. I’m a bakeneko, a creature of the night, and this is my game.

People often think I’m just a cute little catgirl, but they have no idea what I’m capable of. I can possess humans, manipulate their bodies, and make them do my bidding. It’s a powerful feeling, knowing that I can control someone’s actions, make them do my dirty work. And when I’m done with them, I can just discard them like a used toy. It’s a twisted game, but it’s one I love playing. And the best part? I’m immortal, so I can keep playing forever.

I’ve had my fair share of victims over the years, and each one is a unique experience. Some are more… entertaining than others. Like the time I possessed a group of drunken salarymen and made them dance in the middle of the street. Or the time I manipulated a corpse to make it look like it was still alive, just to see the looks on people’s faces. It’s all in good fun, of course. But when I’m feeling particularly hungry, I have to remind myself to focus. The hunt is on, and I won’t rest until I’ve found my next meal.