The Yellow Weasel believed that the reason he could become a spirit was because of his curiosity.
When he was just an ordinary yellow weasel, his days consisted only of three things: eating, drinking, and sleeping.
While other yellow weasels were busy seeking mates during mating season, he preferred to find a comfortable hole and sleep peacefully.
One night, he suddenly saw some strange orbs of light. Curious, he chased after them, sniffed them, and in an instant, they were sucked into his body.
At that moment, he felt a brief panic, but then he experienced a sense of relief throughout his body. At that time, he didn’t yet know what he had absorbed.
It was only much later, after he had thoroughly familiarized himself with human culture and literature, that he learned those were the earth’s energy from the mountains, also known as spiritual energy.
Since that night, he could see many unusual things and gradually understand more.
During the day, he would find a hidden hole to hunker down in.
At night, he would come out to search for those orbs of light.
At first, when he encountered strange and diverse shapes, he would choose to avoid them.
Later, as his courage grew and his curiosity flourished, he would go to touch and probe them.
Some things were fierce, causing him to narrowly escape death multiple times, while others were not as formidable and would be torn apart by his sharp claws, turning into a murky haze.
Unlike the orbs of light, this murky haze was somewhat pungent, so every time he tore apart these things, he would hold his breath and quickly run away.
***
In the mountains, there is no concept of time, and one does not know how long has passed.
***
On a day with a full moon, countless orbs of light rose in the mountains, a sight never seen before.
The yellow weasel joyfully leaped through the mountains, dancing among the orbs of light like a drunken wanderer.
He felt an indescribable power filling his body, urging him to stretch out.
Following his instincts, he stood up and stretched, his perspective gradually shifting.
When he came to his senses, the orbs of light had disappeared, and he had become very large.
A sense of understanding formed in his mind, and he knew what it meant to cultivate oneself.
***
Cultivation was not something the yellow weasel intentionally pursued; he was simply curious.
He enjoyed the insights brought by the orbs of light and liked exploring the things in the mountains at night.
The daytime world no longer belonged to him; no creature could see him.
Only at night, those strange things accompanied him, but they were far from friendly.
His days were filled with surprises and thrills; the yellow weasel felt this was the life he wanted.
Until one day, he saw a person, which instantly made him yearn to become human.
He couldn’t describe how beautiful the woman working in the field was, but he wanted her to hold him and desired to mate with her.
But that woman couldn’t see him…
No one could see him.
He had to find someone who could see him, to help him transform.
But there was no one, no one appeared…
He could only do his best, help the woman he loved with her work in the fields, and the next day, he would secretly delight in her surprised expression.
He had also tried catching some mice and leaving them at the woman’s doorstep.
But…
“Who’s the jerk throwing so many dead mice in front of my house! If I catch him, I’ll chop him into pieces! I’ll even break his fingers one by one…”
Although he knew the woman couldn’t see him, the yellow weasel still crouched down, feeling somewhat scared, and hid in the bushes.
It seemed like the woman didn’t really like the gifts he brought.
Was it because she didn’t like mice?
But he couldn’t catch any other prey. Those animals were very sensitive, and while he might have been able to get close before, ever since he became larger, they seemed to detect his presence from far away and quickly fled.
The yellow weasel felt frustrated and spent two days sulking in a big hole in the ground.
Later, he also tried bringing some food he found in the fields, but even though he had grown larger, his claws were still small.
After toiling all night, it amounted to just a small, insignificant pile.
Placed in front of the woman’s door, she wouldn’t even stoop to look, instead kicking and crushing them when she stepped out.
He couldn’t blame the woman; although those were carefully selected good foods, they were indeed too few, so few that they seemed like leftovers thrown on the ground.
There was hardly anything he could do. He could only do his best to help the woman he loved with her farming work, but he couldn’t do much.
Over time, the woman became accustomed to it, no longer showing any surprise.
***
As days passed by, he could only silently watch his beloved woman.
He even thought that perhaps one day, he would see his beloved woman with another man.
They would spend their days together, eating, drinking, laughing, and in the evenings, they would mate freely in the house.
Just thinking about it made him feel like he didn’t want to live anymore.
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***
The yellow weasel’s mind was filled with anticipation that he could finally transform into a human.
He crazily chased after the other person, but found them running incredibly fast, as if fleeing for their life.
When he returned, he found the door tightly shut.
He jumped over the wall into the courtyard, but couldn’t get through the door inside.
It wasn’t because it was locked, but due to some unexplainable restrictions, he couldn’t enter the house when the owner didn’t open the door.
He had to knock on the door, knocking incessantly, and then he heard the voice of his beloved woman.
He urgently called out, his mouth emitting waves of calling.
But all his efforts were in vain; the two people inside had no intention of opening the door for him and were even preparing to go back to sleep.
He anxiously ran to the window, staring at the younger brother inside, hoping he would come out and say something to him.
The other person finally noticed him.
But instead of coming out, he picked up a copper basin and walked towards him.
As the person approached, he felt a burning heat, as if the copper basin… was like a hot iron approaching him.
The yellow weasel was frightened; he dared not stay here any longer and could only run away in embarrassment.
***
With a gloomy face, he returned to the field and saw a sickle lying on the ground.
He recognized this sickle; it belonged to his beloved woman.
Holding the woman’s sickle, he worked throughout the night, feeling much stronger when he worked.
The next day, he placed the sickle in a conspicuous place, hoping the woman or her brother would notice it when they came.
But he didn’t expect that when the younger brother saw the sickle, he kicked it straight into the ditch.
What a naughty brother…
The yellow weasel gloomily picked up the sickle and hid alone in the field.
Was he really so ugly? Why did his brother reject him like this?
If he really was so repulsive, would the woman also reject him and fear him when she saw him?
Life seemed hopeless…
The yellow weasel collapsed in despair in the cornfield.
He wanted to lie there all day, then when they had dinner at night, he would return the sickle himself.
As the sky gradually darkened, a dazzling light appeared in the soybean field.
The yellow weasel got up curiously and sneaked over.
Then he saw a man with strange flames burning all over his body.
He had never seen such flames before; the color was very peculiar.
As he was secretly observing, he saw the other person lift his eyes and look directly at him.
Danger struck in an instant, his brain emitting warning signals. He didn’t even dare to stand up; in a prone position, he immediately turned his head and ran.
Glancing back, he saw the other person chasing after him.
He ran even faster, not knowing why; he felt extremely threatened, a danger he had never experienced before.
This man burning with flames was more terrifying than anything he had ever seen at night.
The overwhelming suppression of the strong against the weak made him involuntarily tremble, wanting to prostrate himself and beg for mercy.
Fortunately, he finally managed to escape, not falling into the other person’s hands.
***
At night, he arrived at the woman’s house with the sickle in hand.
Without needing to get closer, he could see the strange man burning from the window.
He stealthily hid beneath the window and peeked into the brother’s house. The two people were very close, seemingly about to mate.
Taking advantage of this moment, he approached the door and knocked, hoping the woman would come to open it.
He listened carefully to the sounds inside, hearing the woman’s footsteps approaching.
Before he could even feel happy, he noticed another unfamiliar set of footsteps, along with light seeping through the crack in the door.
Almost without thinking, he slipped away.
After walking around outside, he felt he should still return the sickle. Otherwise, what would the woman use for work once the brother left?
Summoning up his courage, he went back. The man was still waiting behind the door, light seeping through the crack…
He placed the sickle at the doorstep, knocked on the door, and reluctantly turned away.
Outside the courtyard wall, he secretly watched the scene inside the yard, seeing the woman, as well as the brother and the burning man.
***
After the door closed again, he huddled behind the wall, growing increasingly puzzled.
He had seen many things in the mountains at night, all sorts of strange phenomena, but none emitting light, let alone burning.
Only the orbs he had absorbed emitted light; everything else remained pitch black.
If one were to find something to burn in the mountains, it wouldn’t be impossible, but after burning, there would be nothing left.
Why could that man burn? And why wasn’t he burned himself?
It’s so strange…
After agonizing for a while, he couldn’t resist crawling back into the yard, crouching by the window to observe stealthily.
What could be the reason behind this?
Unconsciously, his claws gripped the plastic sheet covering the window.
When he snapped out of it, he found that he had torn a hole in the plastic sheet.
Torn?
Could he go in?
It dawned on the yellow weasel, was it because the man had opened the door for him just now?
So he could get in?
With this thought, he stopped damaging the plastic sheet and instead stealthily used his claws to unlatch the door, entering his brother’s room.
Standing by the bed, he realized that the fire emitted no heat at all, as if it were fake.
A fire with no heat?
How strange.
He observed for a while and noticed that his brother seemed to be waking up…
His brother was waking up!?
Could this be an opportunity to persuade his brother?
As long as he became human! He could do more work for this family!
His beloved woman would suffer less, perhaps even be moved by him, eating, drinking, laughing, and joking with him during the day, and they could freely mate in the house at night.
Thinking of such a beautiful life, the yellow weasel was so excited that even his whiskers trembled.
He didn’t dare to wake up the man, so he approached his brother, wanting him to open his eyes and notice him.
His brother rolled over and snuggled into the man’s embrace…
It was only then that the yellow weasel noticed, the corners of that man’s mouth… why were they turned up?
He stared strangely at the man, getting closer and closer.
Suddenly! In the blink of an eye, his neck was grabbed.
The strength in his body seemed to evaporate in an instant, and he actually shrank back to his original size.
The flames were burning right in front of him.
The light was turned on, and he saw the man holding him, feeling the suffocating force.
His vision darkened, struggling desperately.
With a bang, he was thrown into a cabinet.
As the lid closed, everything turned black.
Frantically, he scratched at the corners with his claws, hoping to dig out a hole to escape.
The cabinet was knocked twice, and he heard the terrifying man outside say,
“If you dare to run, I’ll catch you again, and I’ll skin you.”
The yellow weasel dared not move, stiffening his whole body, like a dead yellow weasel.
***
The yellow weasel didn’t know how he made it to the next day; he was grabbed again by the man and stuffed into a cage.
His beloved woman could actually see him.
Through the bars of the cage, he locked eyes with his beloved, realizing there was no disdain or fear in her gaze, only what seemed like affection.
Being captured… didn’t seem like such a bad thing after all.
His beloved even praised him for being cute!
He softened his body, adopting an innocent expression as he faced the woman, gently twitching his ears, hoping she would like him even more.
Looking into her eyes, he understood that his appearance had successfully captivated her.
The terrifying man lightly kicked the cage.
He deliberately pretended to be scared inside the cage.
Sure enough, the woman immediately pulled the cage closer to her, disapprovingly scolding the terrifying man.
Then, the woman wanted to let him out.
Truly his beloved woman, the yellow weasel thought happily.
But then, to his horror, the terrifying man said he wanted to kill him.
How could this be!
If it were before, he wouldn’t care about being killed, as life didn’t hold much meaning for him anyway.
But now that he had finally seen his beloved woman, now that there was a tiny possibility, how could he willingly accept death?
He dared not play dumb anymore and quickly bowed to the man, hoping he would spare his life.
Fortunately, the younger brother also softened his heart, and the man finally agreed to let him go.
His beloved woman opened the cage and personally lifted him out.
As their eyes met, he was sure of it, they were in love!
His beloved woman lovingly stroked his fur, even her scolding was filled with a tenderness he had never seen before.
The woman placed him on the ground and even gave his bottom a playful pat, so adorable.
He looked back at the woman’s beautiful face, filled with excitement in his heart; he would definitely come back!
***
Because that dreadful man was always there, he didn’t dare to return, so he had to swallow the light orbs in the mountains.
Unfortunately, there were too few light orbs, and he couldn’t find a way to regain his enlarged form.
When the dreadful man and his brother finally left together, he couldn’t wait to rush back.
Not only did the woman open the door for him, but she also cooked for him. At night, she even held him while sleeping…
Although he was already very happy, he felt it wasn’t enough.
He wanted to mate with his beloved woman.
He began searching in the mountains, wanting to have another feast of light orbs.
He didn’t need too many, just enough to make him grow larger again.
With perseverance, luck finally smiled upon him one night. In the middle of a mountain hollow, he saw the overwhelming cluster of light orbs.
***
After growing in size, he couldn’t wait to return and woke up the woman.
Because the woman and her mother slept in the same room, he lowered his voice and squeezed out the phrase he had rehearsed countless times but still wasn’t familiar with.
“What do I look like to you?”
The woman paused for a moment, then glanced at her mother before turning back and whispered, “Like a cute young man.”
A surge of power filled his body in an instant. He emitted a radiant white light, and his fur fell away… When he came to his senses again, he had transformed into a naked human.
He joyfully looked at the woman, but she rose from the bed with a face full of fear. She wrapped him in a blanket, glanced back at her mother, and pushed him out of the house.
His beloved woman lowered her voice: “I’ll go get you some of my old clothes. You’ll have to make do with them for now. People can’t walk around naked. Tomorrow, I’ll buy you a set of clothes you can wear.”
His beloved woman accepted him!
The yellow weasel’s face broke into a smile that was hard to contain, and he opened his mouth to say in a voice that wasn’t very practiced: “Okay…”
He wore the woman’s clothes, long sleeves became short sleeves, long pants became shorts, especially the crotch area, which felt like it was about to explode.
Unbuttoning his pants, he asked with a mournful face, “C-Can I not wear… these? It hurts…”
The beloved woman, unsure of what to do, blushed deeply and quickly grabbed another piece of clothing to wrap around his waist.
***
That night, the woman gave him a name; he learned that her name was Yan Yan.
The next day, Yan Yan bought him clothes and even took him to meet her mother.
He was ecstatic the whole day, but when night came…
Yan Yan arranged a room for him to stay alone.
He grabbed Yan Yan’s hand, feigning a pitiful look. “But I, I want to be with you, sleep together, we, we can also mate…”
The next moment, his mouth was covered by a hand. His Yan Yan blushed, staring at him with a fierce gaze, her eyelashes trembling, looking irresistibly enticing.
He couldn’t help but affectionately rub his face against that hand, but it quickly withdrew.
“You know nothing! Go sleep by yourself, or else I won’t want you anymore!”
Pretending to be pitiful didn’t work; Yan Yan seemed to be angry.
The yellow weasel had no choice but to enter the room without Yan Yan and curled up on the bed, feeling somewhat aggrieved.
A bed without Yan Yan wasn’t as comfortable as his dirt pit.
***
After dawn, the yellow weasel worked even harder. The human body was so useful; things he couldn’t do before, he could do now.
Some people in the village laughed at him, saying mocking words about Yan Yan.
He wasn’t quite sure what those words meant, but Yan Yan beside him was very angry.
Those people were so bad! How dare they bully his Yan Yan!
He picked up a stone and aimed it at one of them. With precision, he hit their head, drawing blood instantly.
He couldn’t help but snarl, “Bully Yan Yan again, and I’ll kill you!”
The others hurriedly fled, and Yan Yan beside him laughed.
Her laughter was more beautiful than the flowers in the fields, making him want to protect her forever.
So cuteeee, I’m glad his sister also has someone protecting and loving her so devotedly <3
😭❤What do I need to do to have my own weasel boyfie? He’s so adorable!
Thanks for the chapter!
ˁ•ᴗ•ˀつ～ 💞
Awww. Tq
Aww his love is so pure😭😤✨