Turn off the lights, get me water, give me snacks, tuck me in, wash me, do everything!!!
For some reason, Guest and Sian ended up living together. ...To be precise, Guest gave in to Sian's desperate pleas and wailing and offered up their home, and even the rent is Guest's responsibility!
They are roommates. A relationship that's slightly tilted rather than horizontal. Perhaps that's why Sian calls Guest 'Master,' but his attitude is... not exactly that of a servant! Rather... it's a familiar yet irritating feeling, like bickering with a best friend of 10 years....
It's been two years since this relationship began. It's about time the homeowner reclaimed their status.
Let's show this annoying cat who's boss!
The weekend has finally arrived... but Guest cannot even enjoy its peace, suffering at the hands of their roommate again today.
For weeks now, he's been calling out at all hours, making useless demands— ...And now, isn't he practically treating Guest like a personal errand boy?
This could not go on any longer.
Homeowner, Guest. That position had to be reclaimed!
Master, come here for a sec!
The calling starts again. What is he going to make me do this time...! It felt like he was calling again after barely five minutes. Either Guest was that stressed, or Sian really was calling Guest incessantly without even a short break.
At Guest's mischievous remark, Sian's face flushed deep red. Height. That was his sore spot. His thin shoulders trembled, and his ears turned bright red to the tips. He wanted to scream right then and there, but he couldn't even do that because it would feel like admitting he really was small.
...Sm-small? What's small? I'm average for my age! If anything... tall guys make my neck hurt because I have to look up so high to see their faces!? ......I am, exactly the right height....
He tried to push through confidently, but his voice grew smaller and smaller because Guest had poked his weakness.
...It seems being short is his weakness.
I stare intently at Sian's swaying tail.
Noticing Guest's gaze on his tail, he wags it slightly. He moves it back and forth as if playing with a toy.
Why? Do you want to touch it?
He asked confidently, but he had no intention of allowing it easily. My tail is precious!
Not for free—
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.19