Taming a Pet

The fiancée of the future security zone executive, a sanctified goddess whom even Cyril dared not touch. Now, she has become a submissive servant crawling at Howard's feet, asking for more.

Quinn couldn't tell if she felt more ashamed or resentful, but upon seeing Howard, all these negative emotions instantly vanished, replaced by willing acquiescence.

"That's right, you are of lower status and will often be hungry. I will indulge you and let you enjoy the master's affection first!" Miranda said with a sweet smile.

Her smile could conquer 99.99% of the women in the world.

"Thank you!" Quinn nodded happily. If a peerless beauty like Miranda was willing to be casually ordered around by Howard, Quinn knew she had to actively achieve something herself to gain Howard's attention—relying on others' concessions wasn't enough.

Strange? Why did her brain start strategizing on its own?!

It was over; she had completely fallen!

Quinn was conflicted.

Miranda, however, was very understanding. After all, Quinn had a fiancé and it must take some time to adapt to how quickly her emotions had been conquered.

But without a doubt, she could never give up on Howard now.

At this moment, Howard paid no attention to the idle chatter of the two girls behind him, focusing instead on a large cat.

The black cat in front of him had sleek, shiny fur, and its massive claws, tipped with hooks, seemed capable of disemboweling someone with a mere swipe.

Its emerald green eyes were half-open, seemingly still waking from unconsciousness.

A line of text appeared beside the black cat:

"Target is in a weakened state, suitable for taming. Proceed with taming now?"

"Proceed with taming!" Howard activated his skill, and a green strand of energy slowly floated out from the palm of his hand, like a living thing, gently flowing into the center of the big cat's forehead.

"Ding! Taming successful! You may name your new pet!"

"Let's call it Glisson!"

"Ding! Naming successful, you may now directly address it as Glisson, and it will respond to your call!"

As the taming took effect.

The huge black cat in front of him began to shrink rapidly, eventually becoming a palm-sized black kitten.

Its four paws were white, as if wearing little boots.

Howard carefully held it in the palm of his hand, spreading its hind legs to look.

It was all fur, and no specific details were visible.

[Name]: Glisson

[Category]: Beast Ear Species

[Growth Potential]: SS Rank

[Intimacy Level]: 0 (Unlock skills at 20 intimacy points!)

[Hunger Level]: 83 (At 0 indicates satisfaction, at 100 indicates extreme hunger)

"Is this little guy hungry right now?"

"But... what should I feed it? Surely it can't eat the same food as Miranda and Quinn!"

"And its size is too strange; normal state the size of a palm, grown up as big as an SUV, that's not reasonable at all!"

Howard muttered quietly.

"When it wakes up, it should be able to forage on its own. Judging from its claws, it must be the creature that eats the brains of zombies!" Miranda reminded thoughtfully from the side.

"Right, it can forage by itself!" Howard clapped his hands and laughed.

He had been led astray by the system's training tasks, always thinking about how to feed the females.

Glisson could eat zombie brains on its own; he had even stockpiled a bunch of zombies on the second floor in advance just in case!

But...

Howard noticed that the data for Glisson also included an intimacy level, which meant he needed to establish a close relationship with it.

Did he misunderstand something? Howard shook his head, dismissing the impractical thoughts from his mind.

Anyway, he would take things one step at a time!

At this moment, the unconscious Glisson finally began to wake up.

"Yikes!"

Its first reaction upon waking was to arch its back and bare its cute fangs, making warning sounds at a Berserker's corpse.

However, it quickly realized the Berserker was already dead.

It immediately understood that Howard and the others had saved it.

"Meow!"

Glisson lightly jumped onto Howard's shoulder, extending its little tongue to gently lick his cheek in gratitude.

"Alright, Glisson, go eat something, you must be starving!" Howard said.

As soon as Howard finished speaking, Glisson jumped off his shoulder.

The moment it landed, it transformed into its huge size and opened its wide mouth.

Crunch!

It immediately bit several large holes into the Berserker's head.

The dead Berserker no longer had any energy protection inside its body, leaving just a shell, and its defensive capabilities were greatly reduced.

Glisson easily flipped open the Berserker's brain and began to feast heartily.

"Glisson, that's such a lovely name!" Quinn praised from the side.

"Such a cute little kitty, I've always wanted to have a kitten!"

"I want to cuddle with it in my sleep!" Miranda ran over to Glisson's massive body and hugged it tightly, enjoying its softness and comfort.

"Master, can I sleep with you holding me, and I hold it? Would that be alright?" Miranda cooed.

"Sure, as you wish!" Howard said indulgently with a smile.

"Then... I guess I'll sleep on the sofa!" Quinn said, lowering her head and speaking softly.

She had even forgotten that she was Cyril's fiancée.

Still feeling lost because she wasn't being held by Howard.

"I could hold you, but what if Cyril sees, would that be alright?" Howard had one arm around Miranda, affectionately kissing her lips, and with his other arm around Quinn's shoulder, he slipped his hand inside her collar, casually kneading.

"This... I will explain it to him tomorrow. From now on, I belong to you!" Quinn said with determination.

After all, Cyril had never even touched her hand, whereas Howard had already claimed her completely. Whether it was physically, spiritually, or even her posture, she belonged to Howard.

What reason was there to continue with Cyril?!

"That's fine, although I'm curious to see what that S-rank female zombie on the military truck looks like!" Howard said. "But you're my woman now, and I won't let you be uncomfortable."

"If I want to get that female zombie, I'm sure there's a way. My women don't need to sacrifice for me. Do you understand?!" Howard turned and kissed Quinn fiercely again.

The feeling of embracing one woman on each side was just too exhilarating!

"Mm!"

"Understood, master!" Quinn had actually considered delaying breaking up with Cyril until the military's vehicle arrived.

But that would mean staying with Cyril as his fiancée and being away from Howard.

Now that Howard had spoken so decisively, her hesitation finally settled.