Catgirl Doctor (Light Novel) Paperback Bundle

• Catgirls Galore – A world where catgirls and humans coexist with deep bonds.
• Healing Romance – A protagonist helping his catpanions heal from past trauma.
• Protective & Caring Male Lead – Chris is not a "dense" harem MC but actively cares for his catpanions.
• Found Family – Chris builds a family with his catpanions, providing them love and security.
• Wholesome Yet Spicy – Romantic and heartwarming moments with subtle mature themes.
• Interspecies Relationships – Exploring the dynamics between humans and catgirls.
• Master & Catpanion Bond – A relationship built on trust, devotion, and emotional dependence.
• Hurt/Comfort – Deep emotional moments where Chris helps his catpanions recover from their past.
• Harem Without the "Dense Protagonist" Trope – Chris acknowledges and reciprocates the feelings of his catpanions.
• Slice-of-Life with Emotional Depth – Not just romance, but daily life, struggles, and growth.
• Dates & Romantic Tension – Sweet and heartfelt moments between Chris and his catpanions.
• R18 – This light novel is not for children.

Chris Redford sat in the very center of the lecture hall, dutifully jotting down notes as the teacher standing on the lecture podium continued talking.

“Catgirls are anatomically quite similar to humans. Their bodies have all of the organs that we humans do, but this does not mean they are identical to humans in every way, shape, and form.”

Surrounding Chris were several other students; a man on his left was leaning back in his seat, arms crossed with a look of disinterest on his face. On his other side was a young woman with curly blonde hair. Unlike the lazy bum on his left, the woman was typing notes into a laptop. There were actually over thirty students aside from himself in this room. That just went to show him how many people were interested in becoming a Catgirl Doctor.

“While their ears and tails are the most obvious physical differences between catgirls and humans, their reproductive system is also quite a bit different.”

The teacher standing on the podium was a young woman dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin. If her eyes had been red, Chris would have suspected she was a vampire. She was also quite short and very flat. He’d heard a rumor once that his teacher had been mistaken for a child by one of the students. This rumor also mentioned that the student in question was admitted to the hospital.

As she lectured them, the teacher manipulated a small remote in her hands. A large screen situated against the wall behind her suddenly light up. What appeared on the screen was a diagram detailing the anatomy of what, at first glance, someone might mistake for a human female. It was only after noticing the triangle-shaped ears and the tail behind them that anyone unfamiliar with this class would realize otherwise.

The diagram suddenly split into two. The figure on the left was that of a human, distinguishable because it had no cat ears or tail. On the right, the figure had cat ears and a tail.

“As you can see from these two diagrams, catgirls have the same reproductive organs as any human and the way it works is very similar to a normal human’s reproductive system. There’s the vulva, the mons pubis, the labia, the clitoris, the uthera, and so on. You should have studied sexual reproduction already in your standard sexual education courses, so we’re not going into that. What I’m going to discuss right now are the differences between catgirls and humans.”

The teacher manipulated the remote again, which caused the the human diagram to be replaced with the diagram of a cat. Chris paused in his note taking to check and make sure all of his facts were straight. He placed his hand on the paper, feeling the smooth material graze his fingers, and used his index finger to trail underneath his notes. Each point the teacher made had a bulletin point next to it. Anecdotes were written underneath certain parts of the teacher’s lecture. He was sure they were correct.

“The biggest difference between humans and catgirls is that catgirls periodically go into heat after reaching puberty just like cats,” the teacher stated. “Puberty for a catgirl starts after they reach sixteen years of age. Just like regular cats, their periods of being in heat are influenced by seasonal changes in the amount of daylight that’s available. A catgirl’s usual cycle is between January and September, and a catgirl will also keep going back into heat every fourteen to twenty-one days until she has bred with a male or the amount of daylight decreases in October.”

“So basically, what you’re is saying is that all catgirls are THOTs who want a man’s dick,” said the man on Chris’s left. He looked like a very typical delinquent. His hair was slicked back, though he did have a pair of bangs framing his narrow eyes. He wore a rumpled jacket and pants that became even more disorderly as he leaned even further back in his chair.

His words caused mixed reactions among the students. A few of men and women snorted and tried to contain their laughter, but several, like the blonde woman on Chris’s left, glared in disgust at the man. Chris did his best to ignore him.

“Prick,” the blonde woman mumbled.

“What was that?!” the man said.

The delinquent turned his head to glare at the blonde, but the woman on Chris’s right didn’t back down, and he soon found himself trapped between two glaring individuals. It was enough to make him wonder why he’d chosen this seat in the first place. Oh. That’s right. These two had decided to sit in their respective seats after him.

He almost sighed.

“Mr. Jason Barker, do you want to remain in my class?” asked the teacher, her eyes locked onto the delinquent. “Because if you do, I suggest you keep your mouth shut. I’ve heard about you from the other professors. You might have been able to get away with being a douche canoe in their class, but if you are not respectful in mine, I will kick your ass out of here faster than you can say doctor.”

The crass words spoken by the teacher caused a few students to erupt into silent applause. Jason, on the other hand, gnashed his teeth together as he stared at the teacher, who met his gaze with an even look. Chris thought he saw sparks clash between the two of them. That was definitely his overactive imagination, however.

“Tch. Whatever.”

Jason looked away. The teacher waited for a moment, perhaps to see if he would act out again, and then continued her lecture.

“There are several ways to deal with a catgirl who has gone into heat. As far back as even fifteen years ago, the Catgirl Protection Bureau created a career for young men who would act as breeders. Their job is literally to satisfy a catgirl until her heat ends. However, with the advancement of medical technology, we’ve now managed to produce a medicine that has the effect of calming down a catgirl while she’s in heat. She might still act a little affectionate toward her catpanion or her guardian, but she won’t try to outright mate with any male in sight.” The teacher paused for a moment. “Unfortunately, not only is the medicine expensive, but it contains highly addictive substances. For this reason, use of the medicine is tightly controlled and can only be administered by a certified Catgirl Doctor. There have actually been several reports of people stealing this medicine and using it to enslave catgirls by making them addicted to the substance. It is also because the medicine is so tightly controlled that breeders still exist.”

“Hmph. Maybe I should have become a breeder,” Jason said. “That sounds like a much better profession than being a stupid doctor.”

“A scummy man like you would never be accepted as a breeder.” The blonde on my right snorted and wrinkled her nose as if she smelled something disgusting. “Breeders undergo numerous psychological and physical evaluations to make sure they are fit both mentally and physically to be a breeder. There’s no way they would allow a trashy man like you to ever breed with a catgirl.”

“What was that?! You want to say that again, bitch?!”

Jason stood up in his chair and turned toward Chris and the blonde, who looked like she was just as ready to throw down as he was. Chris wondered if he should just step away and let these two duke it out. However, before he could really contemplate his own course of action, the teacher stepped in.

“Jason Barker, I want you to leave. You are officially dismissed from my class. I’ll be sure to file a report to the dean stating the reason you’ve been kicked out.”

A shocked look crossed Jason’s face, but it only lasted for a moment before he gritted his teeth together. With anger blazing in his eyes, he stomped down the stairs, glared hatefully at the teacher, and then stormed out of the room. The door slammed shut behind him and a tense silence filled the atmosphere.

“Now that Mr. Barker is gone, let’s continue the lesson,” the teacher said.

The lecture continued, and Chris did his best to ignore what had just happened, but he did wonder about that Jason character. Why would a man like that even bother taking a course on catgirls? He didn’t seem all that interested in becoming a catgirl doctor. With that crass attitude of his, Chris wasn’t sure the man even qualified.

“Unbelievable,” the blonde woman muttered. “I can’t believe a man like that was able to attend these courses. What was the board of directors thinking when they allowed someone like him to attend our college?”

“I’m not sure.” Chris shrugged. “But anyone who wants to is allowed to attend college so long as they pay the tuition fees and pass the entrance exams.”

“That is true,” the woman sighed. “Oh. I’m sorry. You sort of got caught between us, didn’t you?”

“It’s fine. I wasn’t bothered by it,” Chris said.

“You’re a pretty unflappable person, aren’t you?” The woman leaned over on her hand and looked at Chris with brilliant green eyes. “Even though two people were literally arguing right beside you, you didn’t even bat an eye.”

“If the situation really got out of hand, I would have stepped in,” Chris said.

“Is that so?” The woman eyed him for a while longer, looking him up and down, before smiling. “I’m Anastasia, by the way.”

“Chris Redford,” Chris greeted her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The class didn’t last much longer, and as the bell rang to signify the class had come to an end, everyone stood up and began packing their supplies. Chris closed up his binder filled with notes and placed it inside of his back. On the other hand, Anastasia closed her laptop, placed it inside of a case, and placed that in her bag.

Chris wondered if he should consider investing in a laptop. He didn’t have much money because he was living off student loans and could only pay for apartment, college tuition, and food, but maybe he could take on a few commissions to earn some extra cash and invest in one? It would be nice if he could have all of his notes in a single storage unit instead of spread through multiple notebooks.

“Hey, Chris,” Anastasia suddenly said. “Do you want to grab a bite to eat with me after classes?”

After slinging his bag over his shoulder, Chris paused and looked at Anastasia. Now that she was standing up, he could see that she was a well-endowed woman with a large bust and wide hips. Her waist was thin and looked tone from exercise. She had that perfect hourglass figure a lot of swimsuit models had. Combine that with her locks of scintillating blonde hair and green eyes, and Chris was certain most men would consider her their perfect wet dream.

He smiled and shook his head. “I’m sorry, but would you mind if I take a rain check? There’s something I want to speak with Professor Shinomiya about, and then I’m heading over to my gym.”

“Gym?” Anastasia blinked before looking Chris up and down. “That explains why you are so fit. All right. I’ll let you take a rain check, but I expect you to cash in on it soon, you hear?”

“Sure thing,” Chris said.

Anastasia left soon after. Chris watched as she walked out the door, waving goodbye when she sent him a wave, but then he walked down the stairs and toward the podium, where the teacher was sighing as if she had something on her mind.

“Professor Shinomiya?” he asked.

Airi Shinomiya was her full name. She was half-Asian. Chris didn’t know much about her, not even what her exact nationality was (he thought she was half-Japanese because Shinomiya sounded like a very Japanese name), but she was the youngest professor in the entire college campus. She was only 26, making her just seven years older than Chris.

Professor Shinomiya had a preference for a clothing style known as gothic lolita. While her current outfit was a very subdued black dress, it had a variety of frills and lace. The front was buttoned up all the way to her neck. Her long skirt traveled a little past her knees, ended in a large gathering of frills, and hid the upper part of her black boots, which actually gave her an extra two inches in height.

“Mr. Redford.” Professor Shinomiya straightened. “I’m guessing you have more questions for me?”

“I do.” Chris nodded. “You mentioned that only a certified Catgirl Doctor can administer the medicine that can help ease a catgirl when she’s in heat. Are there no occasions, like an emergency situation, where someone who isn’t a Catgirl Doctor can administer them?”

Professor Shinomiya paused and considered his question. Chris patiently waited.

“There are a few situations where it is possible,” she said at last. “There have been known cases where a catgirl going into heat can become dangerous to the catgirl in question. For example, catgirls can get zoonotic diseases that can become deadly if a catgirl goes into heat. During situations like this, it isn’t always feasible to travel to a certified Catgirl Hospital every time she goes into her mating period, so we allow someone who has undergone the same evaluation tests as breeders to administer the medicine in our place. This is generally taken as a case by case assessment. If, after examining the catgirl, it is determined that her life is in jeopardy, we will have the catgirl’s guardian take an on-site evaluation. Does that answer your question?”

“It does. Thank you very much.”

Professor Shinomiya smiled at Chris. “You’re a very diligent student. Out of the entire class, you are the only one who asks me these questions.”

Chris wouldn’t say he was embarrassed by the praise, but he did feel a little awkward. He only asked these questions because he was serious about becoming a Catgirl Doctor. Rubbing the back of his head, he tried to smile at his teacher, even though it felt a little stiff to him.

“That’s just because I really want to become a Catgirl Doctor,” he said, as if that was his only reason.

***

Sweat flew off Chris’s face as he faced off against his trainer. The man before him was absolutely ripped, with powerful muscles, broad shoulders, and a chest and abs that looked like they were made of solid rock. His skin was incredibly dark, almost obsidian. He also had a buzz cut and a scar that went down his right cheek. While he looked intimidating, the friendly smile on his face was enough to put most people at ease.

“Come on! Don’t let up!” the man barked.

“Hn!”

Chris darted toward the much larger man and threw two powerful but swift jabs, first with the left, then the right hand. Both jabs were blocked. The solid thud of his fists meeting his trainer’s gloves echoed out from the point of impact. However, Chris didn’t stop with just his punches and quickly launched a swift roundhouse at his trainer’s legs. That was blocked when the man raised his foot. The attack thudded off his shin.

“Good! Excellent! Now let’s see your defense!”

With his foot still raised, Chris’s trainer lunged forward. His right fist flew in a powerful straight punch that looked like it packed enough power to pulverise a person’s head. That was what it looked like to Chris, at least.

He avoided the punch by ducking low and backing off, but his trainer continued moving forward with quick shuffles, throwing several more super powered punches at him. Some of those punches were toward the face, but a few were aimed at his torso. Chris could swear he actually heard the wind howling when the punches passed by. He narrowed his eyes as he used the back of his hands to guard the attacks.

They continued trading attack and defense for several minutes. However, Chris eventually ran out of steam. When he grew sluggish, his trainer backed off and let Chris fall onto his hands and knees. His breathing had grown heavy, a sharp pain stabbed at his chest, and his shoulders heaved as he tried to suck in air.

“You’ve improved a lot,” the man said.

“T-thank you… Captain…”

The man Chris called “Captain” was Tanner McKellips, a man who had served in the military for over twenty years. He was currently listed on the reserves. This kickboxing center was something he opened up as a means of killing time and helping others reach their fitness goals while learning self-defense.

Chris didn’t think he’d ever need to know how to fight, but the fitness benefits were nice, and learning self-defense on the off chance that something did happen was a good bonus.

“I think we’re done for the day,” Tanner said. “Hit the showers and head on home. You coming in tomorrow?”

“I should be able to.” Standing up, Chris rubbed some of the bruises on his body, which he’d gotten due to his own carelessness during their spar. He would have said Tanner didn’t know how to hold back, but he’d also seen the man hit a punching bag so hard the sand burst out. “I have some commissions I need to work on, but it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Good. Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With their lesson over, Tanner hopped out of the kickboxing ring and went over to where two young women were taking turns on the punching bag. As he began speaking with them, Chris looked around. Several other people were also hitting and kicking the punching bags. There were also a number of people using the sparring mats, which were located to his left and by the backdoor.

The scent of sweat reached his nose. Of course, it wasn’t the people in the gym but his own sweat he was smelling. He wrinkled his nose a little as he grabbed his towel and hopped off the kickboxing ring. Walking over to the backdoor, he wiped off his sweat and greeted a few of the regulars who came in almost every day.

“Hey there, Chris! Still going to that college?” said one of the women who was sitting on a long blue mat that traveled across the back wall. It looked like she and her partner, a lithe man with whipcord-like muscles, were stretching out before they sparred.

“Of course. I can’t really afford to quit now that I’m in my sophomore year,” Chris said. “Besides, becoming a Catgirl Doctor has been my goal since elementary school.”

“I still don’t understand what a guy like you would want to be a catgirl doctor for,” said her partner, shaking his head.

Chris just offered him a polite smile. “I have my reasons.”

“Well, whatever you say.” The man shrugged.

“Good luck with your schooling,” the woman said.

The two heading for the sparring ring after they finished their stretches. Chris went into the backroom, traveled down the hallway toward the men’s changing room, and reached his locker. He took out his gym bag, grabbed a towel, and journeyed to the showers, where he stripped his clothes off and took a thorough shower to rid himself of the reek of sweat. After drying off, he wrapped the towel around his waist and began walking back to his locker.

He caught of his reflection in a mirror on the way. Chris ran an absent hand through his messy brown hair as he stared into his own brown eyes. Because he didn’t spend much time outdoors, his skin was a bit pale, but he had broad shoulders, a muscular chest, and thick arms. He was nowhere close to Tanner’s muscular build. However, Chris couldn’t say he was dissatisfied with his current physical condition. He’d worked very hard to gain the strong chest and defined abdominal muscles that he currently possessed.

Slipping on his jeans, a black T-shirt that had the image of a red-haired foxgirl in the front with the words “Lilian in the streets” and a raven-haired foxgirl in the back with the words “Iris in the sheets” underneath each image, and a water resistant black and red jacket with a hood, Chris slung his gym bag and backpack over his shoulder, and traveled back into the kickboxing center’s main area. He waved goodbye to a few people, promised Tanner he’d be around tomorrow, and stepped outside.

It was raining.

The weather is San Diego, California was fairly cold at present. He looked up at the clouds covering the sky, felt the rain beating down on his cheeks, and sighed. It was only a light drizzle right now. However, it was perfectly possible that he’d get caught in a downpour if he didn’t hurry home.

Deciding to take a few shortcuts, Chris began cutting through alleys.

Chris lived in Chula Vista, the second largest city in the San Diego metropolitan area. It was given this name because of its scenic location between the San Diego Bay and coastal mountain foothills. Chula Vista actually meant beautiful view in English.

Cutting through Memorial Park, Chris ran across the wet grass, ignoring the way his shoes sank into the soft loam. Thanks to the rain, there wasn’t anyone present. It must have started raining at least an hour ago. He glanced at the park way community center, easily visible against the green backdrop of the trees and grass thanks to its blue roofs. Then he turned toward a small bridge located several dozen yards to his left.

He stopped running.

There was a body lying underneath the bridge. He couldn’t tell from this distance, but the figure was small, possibly a child. What immediately struck him like a bolt of lightning was the fact that, whoever this person was, it looked like they were wearing rags.

Chris changed direction, racing toward the figure instead of his apartment. He slowed down when he arrived, unsure of what to do before approaching the figure slowly.

“Hey, um, are you okay?”

The figure didn’t respond.

As he got closer, Chris noticed several very distinct features on this person, namely, the pure white tail sticking out of what he now recognized as a threadbare blanket and the cat ears on their head. This person was a catgirl. She was lying on her stomach, eyes closed and mouth partially open. He glanced at her face, surrounded by threads of long white hair caked in mud. Her pale skin was smudged with dirt. Even so, he could see a dark bruise forming around her left eye and some scratches on her cheeks.

A chill entered his heart as something slowly closed around it like an icy fist. Kneeling before the girl, he reached out and pressed two fingers to her neck, which was more easily accessible than her wrist right now. Thump… thump thump… thump. Her pulse was very weak and her body was freezing cold. He didn’t know how long she’d been outside like this, or what had happened, but given her injuries and the temperature of her body, she was in danger of suffering hypothermia. Her body was losing heat faster than it could produce it.

Chris only spent a moment debating on what he should do. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his smartphone. In a situation like this, it was imperative to call Catgirl Rescue Services or the nearest Catgirl Hospital. However, when he tried to turn on his phone, he saw a large flashing symbol of a battery without power.

He cursed. Of all the times for his phone to run out of batteries! Thinking about it, he had noticed this morning that his phone hadn’t been connected to the charger. He must have forgotten to charge it last night.

“No choice,” he muttered.

Chris turned the catgirl over. As her body rolled onto its back, the raggedy blanket fell away, revealing that she was naked underneath it. Chris felt his teeth grinding against each other as he saw how her ribcage was visible. Not only was she malnourished, but there were several bruises covering her body. He had no idea what had happened to her, but he was quick to create a theory that she’d run away from an extremely abusive home.

Acting with care, Chris took off his jacket and wrapped it around the girl, then wrapped the threadbare blanket around her. Next he slipped an arm underneath her legs and his other arm around her shoulders. As he stood to his feet, the girl’s legs swung back and forth. He glanced at them. Her feet were covered in scratches and cuts.

He closed his eyes. An overwhelming intense redness had coated his vision, and he needed to take several deep breaths to calm down. Once his emotions were settled, he left the sanctity of the bridge, traveled into the rain, and raced toward his apartment.

There were a lot of things he needed to do, but the first and most important one was to get back home.

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