Phursie’s boredom that night was no ordinary boredom. It was Christmas Eve.
Normally, he would have been partying with friends or having a snowball fight with Acstlu, but this year everything had gone wrong.
Acstlu had gone on a Christmas trip abroad with his family.
The other friends were all busy with their own lovers or family gatherings, leaving Phursie completely alone.
Staying at home made the empty room feel unbearably quiet, so he ended up putting on his thick red Christmas sweater and wandering the snowy night streets until he climbed up onto a roof.
The roof was covered in a soft blanket of snow, and faint Christmas carols could be heard drifting from afar.
Every house had bright lights on, and he could sense the laughter and the sounds of presents being unwrapped.
To Phursie, all of it sounded like a whisper saying, “You’re alone.”
He sat on the edge of the roof for a while, swinging his legs and staring at the stars.
He took out his smartphone, but social media was full of nothing but happy Christmas photos.
His chat windows were silent, and the last message from Acstlu—“Just landed from the plane~”—had been left on read.
“…Fuck, I’m so damn bored.”
His throat felt tight.
It wasn’t just loneliness; it was a restless, itchy frustration that spread through his whole body.
The kind of urge that usually faded naturally when Acstlu was around was now swelling up so strongly that he couldn’t stand it alone.
That was when he noticed the chimney on that house.
It was made of brick, at just the right height and angle.
Without thinking much, Phursie climbed onto it, planted his front paws, and lowered his body.
“Well… just as a joke…”
At first, it really was just a joke.
He simply moved his hips back and forth a little.
But as the movements grew bigger, the boredom, loneliness, and pent-up sexual frustration all burst out at once.
Every time the cold wind blew, his butt felt freezing, but that very chill made his overheated body even more sensitive.
He gritted his teeth and kept going.
In his mind flashed thoughts of Acstlu, his friends, and the realization “Tonight, I’m all alone.”
So the pistoning wasn’t just playful anymore—it was a desperate struggle to relieve the boring, frustrating boredom of being left behind.
And eventually, with an enormous ejaculation, all those emotions exploded out onto the white snow.
Even afterward, Phursie leaned against the chimney for a long time, catching his breath and muttering,
“…I’m still bored.”
Phursie couldn’t stand the boredom that night either. On a neighborhood rooftop full of Christmas spirit, he spotted a chimney piled with soft snow and, without much thought, climbed on top of it.
Wearing his red sweater with the Christmas tree pattern, he planted his front paws on the bricks and slightly lifted his hips.
At first, he just moved his waist playfully.
“Mmm… well, I’m bored anyway…”
His black-furred butt began moving back and forth rhythmically. Rubbing his warm, sensitive part against the cold brick surface of the chimney, he gradually picked up the pace. Like pistoning—slowly at first, then faster and faster.
“Haa… this is… surprisingly…”
With his eyes half-closed and his tongue slightly sticking out, he thrust his hips harder. Under the starry night sky, his white tail swayed left and right to keep balance.
Then suddenly—
Whooooosh——
A cold gust of wind swept by. His sweater rode up slightly, and the freezing air poured straight between his soft, exposed butt cheeks.
“Ugh…!”
Phursie’s body flinched hard. A chill ran all the way to the tips of his ears. Especially the spot that had just been burning hot felt even more sensitive now. Every time the wind blew, his butt stung, and he instinctively wanted to lower his tail… but he held back.
“It’s cold… damn… but… I’m not done yet…”
He gritted his teeth and kept moving. Each time the cold wind hit, his body trembled, yet the stimulation somehow added to the pleasure. The mix of cold and heat turned his mind completely blank. He thrust harder, faster. The motion of rubbing himself against the brick chimney grew rougher. His breathing turned ragged, and his eyes were fully glazed as he stared at the stars.
“Haa… haa… it’s cold… but… I think I’m gonna cum…!”
After a few final, powerful thrusts—
“Uuuugh…!!”
Phursie’s body convulsed violently. An enormous amount of cum shot out, splattering down the brick chimney and onto the snow below. The warm liquid met the cold snow and rose in thick white steam. His legs shook uncontrollably, and the tendons stood out on his front paws as he gripped the sweater sleeves tightly.
“…Huu… huu…”
Exhausted, he leaned lightly against the chimney, still twitching his cold butt a little. Another gust of wind brushed across his wet parts.
“Uuu… it’s really cold…”
Feeling both satisfaction and regret along with the chill, Phursie slowly got up. Yet a tiny, mischievous smile lingered at the corner of his mouth.
“…Should I do it again?”

The next morning.
Phursie woke up lying face-down on his bed, still feeling a slight sting in his butt.
Because of last night’s “boredom relief,” the insides of his thighs and the area between his buttocks were slightly swollen, and he thought he’d better wash the sweater.
At that moment, his father Ossie’s low, heavy voice came from downstairs.
“Phursie. Come down.”
The tone was unusually sharp.
Phursie felt a bad premonition and went down the stairs.
His father Ossie was sitting on the living room sofa with his arms crossed, staring out the window.
Ossie was much larger than Phursie, with darker gray fur and sharp eyes—the typical strict father type.
“Uh… good morning, Dad…”
Phursie greeted awkwardly. Ossie slowly turned his head.
“Where were you last night?”
“…Huh? I just… went for a walk…”
“A walk.”
Ossie snorted. “And during that walk, what exactly were you doing on the neighbor’s roof?”
Phursie’s heart sank.
Ossie held up his smartphone and showed the screen.
It was security camera footage from the neighbor’s house.
In the dark video, a black-and-gray fox wearing a red sweater could be seen on top of the chimney, vigorously moving his hips. Fortunately, his face wasn’t clearly visible, but the body shape, tail pattern, and that distinctive sweater made it obvious it was Phursie.
“…What is this?”
Ossie’s voice dropped low.
Phursie’s face turned deathly pale. His mouth went dry.
“T-That… I was just… bored… it was a joke…”
“A joke?”
Ossie stood up abruptly. His tall frame overwhelmed Phursie.
“You think humping the neighbor’s chimney is a joke? What are you, a dog? Some horny mutt in heat?”
Phursie hung his head low. His ears drooped.
“I-I’m sorry…”
“Sorry? From the video, it looks like you went all the way. You shot out a ridiculous amount. The neighbor even called to say there’s still a stain on the snow.”
Ossie’s face grew redder as his anger rose.
“Come here.”
“…What?”
“I said come here.”
As Phursie approached, Ossie grabbed his arm and yanked him toward the sofa.
In one swift motion, he flipped Phursie over his lap.
The red Christmas sweater rode up slightly, revealing the soft gray butt that had been exposed to the cold wind the night before.
Smack——!
A heavy palm struck Phursie’s left buttock hard.
“Ow…!”
Phursie’s body jolted.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Three more times in quick succession. The sound echoed through the living room.
“It hurts…! Dad…! I’m sorry…!”
“If you’re sorry, why did you do it? You could’ve just stayed home. Why did you have to use someone else’s chimney…”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Ossie’s hand was heavy. Phursie’s butt quickly turned bright red.
“Uwaaah…! Hic…! I was wrong…! I won’t do it again… I swear…!”
Tears began to well up. Phursie gripped the sofa cushion tightly, his body trembling.
Being spanked over his father’s knee was so embarrassing, painful, and guilt-inducing that his throat tightened.
Smack——!
After one final, hardest slap, Ossie stopped.
Phursie was already crying tears that dripped down.
“Hic… hic… I’m sorry… Dad… I was really… bored… lonely… that’s why…”
His voice mixed with sobs as he tried to explain, but in the end he couldn’t hold back and burst into loud, childlike crying.
Ossie let out a long sigh and looked down at his son’s swollen, red bottom.
His anger hadn’t fully subsided, but seeing Phursie genuinely regretful and crying softened his heart a little.
“…Stop crying. Instead, you’re grounded for two months. And I’ll wash that sweater. As for the chimney video… I’ll take care of it.”
Phursie wiped his tears and nodded.
“Yes… hic… I understand… I really won’t do it again…”
Still lying over his father’s lap, he quietly sobbed while flinching at the lingering sting in his butt.
Ossie silently patted his son’s back.
But in his eyes, the worry and scolding—“This must never happen again”—still remained.

After returning to his room, Phursie closed the door and lay face-down on the bed.
His butt was still burning, so he couldn’t even sit properly. He had thrown off the red Christmas sweater and lay there in just his underwear, burying his face in the pillow.
“…I’m such an idiot…”
He muttered softly, tears welling up again.
He had tried to hold back the tears in front of his father, but once alone, everything came pouring out.
The boredom and loneliness of last night, the Christmas without Acstlu, and the impulsive act of using the neighbor’s chimney—all of it hit him as regret.
“Why did I do that… I really acted like a damn dog…”
Phursie reached back and gently touched his still-red, swollen butt. The sting made his body flinch again.
He curled up, hugging the pillow tightly.
Outside the window, snow was falling, but today he didn’t even think about climbing onto any roof.
He wanted to message Acstlu, but the words “grounded” stopped him from even touching his phone.
“I’ll never… ever do it again. For real…”
He repeated the promise to himself over and over, wiping his tears and quietly reflecting.
He felt pathetic for letting boredom and loneliness drive him to do something like that.
Meanwhile, downstairs in the living room, Ossie was on the phone.
“Hello? Is this Acstlu? It’s Phursie’s father, Ossie.”
Acstlu’s bright voice came through the receiver.
“Ah, Uncle Ossie! Hello. Is Phursie doing okay?”
Ossie sighed and spoke honestly.
“Well… he caused quite a scene last night. He went up on the neighbor’s chimney and… did something inappropriate. It was all caught on their security camera. I scolded him, but could you talk to him seriously? He seems to rely on you a lot.”
Acstlu was silent for a moment, then replied with a surprised, slightly amused laugh.
“Eh…? The chimney…? Okay, I’ll give him a proper talking-to later. Phursie must have been really bored… I’m sorry I went on the trip. When I get back, we’ll talk properly.”
Ossie nodded and hung up.
“The kid is still young after all…”
He muttered, wondering whether to go up to Phursie’s room, but decided to wait for now.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
At the door stood Mrs. Tachibana (the wife of the neighbor, and mother of Mikan and Yuzuhiko). In her hands were a small ice pack and some ointment, and she wore an apologetic smile.
“Hello, Mr. Ossie. About yesterday… our chimney… My husband saw the video and told me. Phursie got in a lot of trouble, right? I thought I’d bring some ice for him. He’s still young, so I didn’t want him to be in too much pain…”
Ossie hesitated for a moment, then called Phursie down.
Phursie came downstairs, clearly embarrassed.
The moment he saw Mrs. Tachibana, his face turned bright red.
“I… I’m really sorry… Mrs. Tachibana…”
Mrs. Tachibana smiled warmly and took Phursie’s hand.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Even adults have those moments sometimes. Come here. Lie down on the sofa.”
Phursie felt like he was going to die of embarrassment, but after glancing at his father, he obediently lay face-down on the sofa.
Mrs. Tachibana gently lifted Phursie’s sweater and placed the cold ice pack on his bright red, swollen butt.
“Ugh… it’s cold…”
“Bear with it. This will help the swelling go down faster. When I was little, I got spanked sometimes too and cried. You shouldn’t do weird things just because you’re bored. Instead… if you’re bored next time, come over to our house. You can play games with Yuzuhiko and Mikan.”
Phursie shivered slightly at the cold sensation of the ice pack, but Mrs. Tachibana’s gentle voice made tears well up again.
“…Yes… I’m really sorry. For dirtying your chimney… and for making my dad…”
Mrs. Tachibana patted his back softly and said kindly,
“I understand. Being alone on Christmas must have been lonely.
But you shouldn’t handle it that way. Next time, just tell me or my husband, okay?”
Phursie nodded and answered quietly.
“Yes… I understand… Thank you…”
Mrs. Tachibana applied a bit of ointment, put the ice pack back on, and talked with Phursie for a long while—about how to deal with boredom, how to be honest with friends, and how “your father gets angry because he cares about you.”
Ossie stood a little distance away, watching the scene and sighing.
His anger hadn’t completely disappeared, but he could tell Phursie was sincerely reflecting.
After Mrs. Tachibana left, Phursie headed back upstairs, quietly muttering to himself,
“…I’ll never… ever do it again.”
But the lingering sting in his butt and the cold sensation of the ice would likely keep him from forgetting that night’s mistake for a long time.

Mikan was fiddling with his smartphone in his room when he accidentally came across a video posted in the neighborhood group chat.
The video showed a black-and-gray fox wearing a red Christmas tree sweater, straddling a chimney on a snow-covered roof under the night sky. He was frantically thrusting his hips back and forth. In the final moment, a large amount of white liquid spurted out, flowing down the brick chimney and onto the snow below, steaming in the cold air.
“…………Huh?!”
Mikan’s eyes widened instantly. His mouth fell open, his face turned deathly pale, and then flushed bright red. He gripped his smartphone tightly with both hands, his pupils shaking.
“W-what the…!? Phursie…?! That… that was… ejaculation…?! Aaaaaah!!! Gross!!!”
Mikan screamed and hurled his phone onto the bed. He covered his face with both hands and spun around the room in panic.
“My eyes… I’ve ruined my eyes…!!”
He immediately put on his shoes, rushed back to the apartment, and flung open the front door.
“Mom!!! Something terrible happened!!!”
Mrs. Tachibana came out from the kitchen with a startled expression.
“What’s wrong, Mikan? What happened this time?”
Mikan spoke rapidly, barely able to catch his breath.
“Phursie… Phursie did something weird on the chimney of Yuzuhiko’s villa roof! He was moving his hips like a piston… and at the end, he ejaculated a ridiculous amount! The video is going around! He’s a total pervert!!”
Mrs. Tachibana sighed deeply and patted Mikan’s shoulder.
“Mom already talked to Phursie yesterday. He was lonely and bored on Christmas and made a mistake. Don’t be too hard on him. Everyone makes mistakes at that age.”
Mikan looked utterly unconvinced and shouted,
“A mistake?! How is that a mistake?! He defiled the fireplace—no, the chimney! How can anyone forget that?! If Yuzuhiko finds out, he’ll be furious…! There’s still a stain left on the snow!”
Mrs. Tachibana paused for a moment, then spoke carefully.
“Actually… I couldn’t tell you before, but…”
“Huh?”
“The place where Phursie did that… wasn’t our apartment roof. It was the chimney on the roof of Yuzuhiko’s favorite villa. That’s why he feels even more sorry…”
Mikan was momentarily speechless.
“Yuzuhiko’s villa…? So… he did that to the place my little brother cherishes the most…?”
At the same time, Phursie was lying on his bed. His butt was still swollen.
Then, a soft voice came from the entrance.
“Phursie… are you okay?”
It was Junipurr.
The white cat, dressed in a Christmas atmosphere with a red scarf and holly decorations on his ears, approached Phursie cutely. He gently stroked Phursie’s back, then naturally moved his hand downward and lightly touched the swollen area of his butt.
“Ow…!”
Phursie flinched and shrank back.
“It hurts…! Don’t touch it, Junipurr…! It’s still really stinging… Dad spanked me really hard… and even though Auntie gave me an ice pack…”
Junipurr narrowed his green eyes with concern.
“Does it hurt that much? Sorry… I was just trying to comfort you. You really had a hard time that day. With Acstlu gone and being alone on Christmas…”
Phursie nodded slightly while lying face-down on the sofa. His face was bright red with embarrassment.
“Yeah… I was so bored… and lonely I thought I’d go crazy. I started as a joke… but I couldn’t stop. Every time the cold wind blew, my butt felt chilly and it made me feel even weirder… In the end… I came really hard. Thinking about it now, I really regret it… Especially since it seems Mikan saw the video. I want to die…”
Junipurr sat beside Phursie and gently patted his back. This time, his hand stayed only on the shoulder instead of the butt.
“It’s okay. Everyone has those kinds of moments. Sometimes when I’m bored in the Arctic, I do weird things too… Teeheehee.... Still… next time, just tell me. Or be honest with Acstlu and say ‘I miss you.’ Don’t try to solve it with your body.”
Phursie lowered his eyes and muttered quietly.
“…Thanks, Junipurr. But… I think Mikan will look at me like I’m a total freak now. If he finds out it was Yuzuhiko’s villa chimney… will he hate me even more?”
Junipurr wagged his tail playfully and said,
“Mikan always exaggerates things. Mrs. Tachibana will calm him down. You just need to reflect properly. And… if your butt hurts, tell me. This time I’ll really touch it gently.”
Phursie smiled shyly despite his embarrassment.
“…Don’t touch it. Seriously.”
The two of them quietly laughed and continued talking.
Phursie’s loneliness hadn’t completely disappeared yet, but Junipurr’s warm words and Mrs. Tachibana’s understanding were slowly melting his heart.

Yuzuhiko had just returned from the villa when he heard the news from Mikan.
“What? Phursie did… that on our villa’s chimney?!”
Yuzuhiko’s face was momentarily filled with shock, then quickly turned to anger.
Among the Tachibana family, he was the one who cherished the villa the most. The snow-covered roof, the brick chimney, the Christmas decorations—everything there held his precious memories.
“That bastard… has he lost his mind?! He defiled the place I love the most… with his cum?! Mikan, show me the video. Right now!”
Mikan cautiously played the video for him. After watching it to the end, Yuzuhiko gritted his teeth.
“…Phursie. Just you wait. When your grounding is lifted, I’m going to punish you as hard as that chimney.”
He immediately sent a message to Phursie.
“I know what you did to our villa’s chimney. When your outdoor ban is lifted, be prepared.”
When Phursie saw the message, he buried his face in his bed and trembled with regret once again.

A few days later, Acstlu returned from his overseas trip.
He went straight to Phursie’s house from the airport. After hearing the situation from Ossie, he went up to Phursie’s room.
The moment Phursie opened the door, Acstlu’s expression turned cold.
“Phursie.”
“…Acstlu… you’re back.”
Acstlu silently sat Phursie down on the bed and sat on the chair himself, crossing his arms.
“I saw the whole video. Ossie sent it to me. You were lonely on Christmas? So you humped someone else’s house… and not just any house, but Yuzuhiko’s villa chimney? And you ejaculated a ridiculous amount?”
Phursie hung his head low. His ears drooped completely.
“I’m sorry… I’m really sorry… I was lonely… I couldn’t stop…”
Acstlu sighed, then pulled Phursie onto his lap.
He lifted the sweater slightly and slapped the faintly remaining red marks on Phursie’s butt with his palm.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Ouch…! Acstlu…! It hurts…!”
“You call this pain? Do you even realize how embarrassing what you did that day was? The moment I’m gone, you do something like that… I’m really disappointed.”
Acstlu spanked him a little harder than usual, but still controlled the strength so Phursie wouldn’t cry—ten times in total.
Phursie’s eyes welled up with tears as he repeatedly said, “I won’t do it again… Acstlu… I’m sorry…”
After the punishment, Acstlu hugged Phursie tightly and whispered,
“Next time, be honest with me. Say ‘I miss you.’ Got it?”
“…Yeah… I got it.”

That night, Phursie’s mother, Phurah, was at home.
She was sitting on the sofa watching the video that Ossie had secretly sent her.
It showed her son in a red Christmas tree sweater, vigorously moving his hips on the chimney, and finally trembling hard as he climaxed.
“…Pfft.”
Phurah couldn’t hold it in and burst into a small laugh.
The laughter gradually grew, until she covered her mouth with her hand and laughed quietly.
“Oh my… Our son… Was he that lonely on Christmas…? Thrusting so hard like that… It’s both cute and pathetic…”
She replayed the video once more and shook her head.
There was a mix of laughter, slight worry, and a mother’s warm understanding.
“Still… don’t scold him too harshly. He’s still young…”
Two months later. On the day his outdoor ban was finally lifted, Phursie was talking with his mother Phurah in the living room.
Phursie seemed to have grown a lot since that day.
He had developed the habit of immediately telling Acstlu, Junipurr, or his mom whenever he felt lonely.
“Mom… I was really sorry about what happened back then. I won’t deal with it that way anymore.”
Phurah smiled gently and pulled her son into her arms.
She sat him on her lap, slightly lowered her top, and spoke in a soft voice.
“My dear son… You still feel like such a small child sometimes. You were really lonely that day, weren’t you? I’m sorry Mom couldn’t take care of you properly.”
Phurah stroked Phursie’s head and offered her full, soft breast.
“Come… Drink Mommy’s milk and calm down. Just like before… You can feel safe in Mommy’s arms.”
Phursie blushed but couldn’t resist the long-missed warmth of his mother.
He carefully brought his mouth to her nipple and began to suck gently.
Warm breast milk flowed down his throat, and he felt all the loneliness and guilt from that day slowly melting away.
Phurah patted her son’s back and murmured to herself,
‘My son… I hope you can overcome loneliness in a healthier way from now on.’
Phursie lay completely against his mother Phurah’s lap.
His red Christmas tree sweater had already been taken off, and his black fur lightly brushed against his mother’s warm chest.
Phurah held her son tightly with one arm while using the other hand to gently lift her ample breast.
The moment the soft, warm nipple touched Phursie’s lips, he instinctively opened his mouth and began to suck lightly.
“Mmm…”
At first, his body trembled slightly with embarrassment. But as the warm milk smoothly slid down his throat, Phursie’s eyes slowly closed.
The sweet, gentle taste, his mother’s body scent, and the soft hand patting his chest all enveloped him at once.
Phurah stroked her son’s head and whispered in a very quiet voice,
“My sweet boy… You’re still so small and delicate… I’m sorry Mommy couldn’t take care of you properly. You were so lonely on Christmas that you did something like that… You missed Mommy’s arms, didn’t you?”
Tears streamed down Phursie’s face.
Even while drinking the milk, he sniffled and buried his face deeper into his mother’s chest.
The cold wind that night, the cold bricks of the chimney, his father’s harsh palm, Acstlu’s disappointed eyes… everything seemed to melt away in front of this warmth.
“Hic… Mom… I’m sorry… I… I was really lonely… Because Acstlu wasn’t there… The world felt so quiet… I just… wanted to feel like someone was holding me…”
Tears welled up in Phurah’s eyes too. She hugged her son even tighter and slowly patted his back.
“I know… Mommy knows everything. You’re still the baby of our family. No matter how big you get, you can always tell Mommy when you want to drink milk. You can cry as much as you want in Mommy’s arms like this. You shouldn’t hide your loneliness—you need to release it this way. Okay?”
Instead of answering, Phursie sucked harder on the nipple.
The warm milk flowed down his throat, filling the deepest part of his heart. He rubbed his face against his mother’s breast and sobbed quietly.
The long-missed “baby-like” sense of relief was melting away all the guilt and loneliness he had built up.
Phurah smiled and whispered into her son’s ear,
“Good boy… My son… It’s okay now. Mommy is here.”
At that moment, the door burst open.
“Hey, Phurah! Stop that! Phursie is already a grown boy! What are you…!”
It was Ossie. He stood at the doorway with his eyes wide open.
But Phurah did not let go of her son and quietly shook her head.
“Honey… Just let it be for now. His heart is still hurting.”
As Ossie tried to say something more, he lost his words.

The next day, a loud commotion came from the front door. It was the Tachibana family visiting.
Yuzuhiko burst in first, leading the way.
His face was still flushed bright red.
“Phursie!!! It was you!!! You’re the one who defiled our villa’s chimney like that!!!”
The moment Yuzuhiko saw Phursie still lying face-down across his mother’s lap, he charged forward.
He yanked down Phursie’s pants and began repeatedly poking the still-swollen entrance of Phursie’s anus with a long wooden stick.
“This is… your punishment for what you did!!! Like this… and like this…!!!”
Squish, squish, squish——
The sharp tip of the stick Yuzuhiko was holding repeatedly thrust into Phursie’s sensitive anus, fast and hard.
Phursie trembled violently from the sudden stimulation and screamed.
“Uwaaaah…!! Yuzuhiko!!! Stop…! It hurts…! It really hurts!!!”
Mrs. Tachibana hurriedly rushed over and grabbed Yuzuhiko’s arm.
“Yuzuhiko!!! Stop it!!! Take your hand away right now!!”
Mr. Tachibana followed right behind and seized his son’s shoulder.
“Hey, Yuzuhiko! What do you think you’re doing?! Phursie was wrong, but you can’t do something like this!”
Mikan shouted with a deathly pale face.
“Yuzuhiko!!! Are you crazy?! Stop!!! That’s disgusting!!!”
But Yuzuhiko, eyes bloodshot, kept jabbing.
“You horny fox… My most treasured villa…! I won’t feel better until I do at least this much!!”
Phursie curled up in his mother Phurah’s arms, tears streaming down his face.
His anus stung sharply, and a mix of shame and pain turned his mind blank.
“Hic… I’m sorry… Yuzuhiko… I’m really sorry… Stop… please…”
In the end, Mrs. Tachibana, Mr. Tachibana and Mikan all worked together to forcibly pull Yuzuhiko away.
Yuzuhiko was still panting heavily as he glared at Phursie.

Later that evening.
Junipurr was sitting in a quiet café with April.
Wearing his Christmas scarf, Junipurr was explaining the Phursie incident in detail.
“…So Phursie was bored, climbed up on Yuzuhiko’s villa chimney, started thrusting like a piston, and ended up cumming a huge amount. He’s reflecting on it now, though…”
As April listened, his eyes gradually widened until his entire face froze in shock.
“…Huh…? What…? On the chimney… piston…? Cum…? Junipurr… you’re… joking, right…?”
April scratched his head, completely lost in confusion.
Junipurr simply gave a small laugh and shrugged his shoulders.

A few days later, Phursie went to the Tachibana family’s apartment himself. He was holding a small gift box and a handwritten letter.
When he knocked on the door, Mikan opened it, and Yuzuhiko stood behind him with his arms crossed, glaring.
Phursie bowed his head deeply.
His ears drooped, and his tail hung limply to the floor.
“Yuzuhiko… I’m sorry.”
His voice trembled slightly.
“I… I defiled the chimney of the villa you cherish the most… I’m truly, sincerely sorry. I was so lonely on Christmas… I think my mind just broke. I started it as a joke… but I couldn’t stop. I completely understand why you’re angry. If it were me, I would have been furious too.”
He held out the gift box. Inside was a decorative lamp shaped like a dawn star that Yuzuhiko liked, along with a handwritten note that read “I’m sorry.”
“I picked this out myself. I thought it would look pretty if you hung it on the villa roof… I won’t ever do anything like that again. If you can… I’d really appreciate it if you could forgive me.”
Yuzuhiko stared at Phursie for a long time.
At first his face was still full of anger, but seeing Phursie’s sincere eyes and trembling voice, his expression gradually softened.
“…Hmph. Are you really reflecting?”
“Yes… I really am. I got scolded by Dad, by Acstlu, by Mom… everyone. And… whenever I think about your villa, I still feel so sorry that I can’t sleep sometimes.”
Yuzuhiko let out a deep sigh and finally accepted the gift box.
“…Fine. I’ll forgive you just this once. But if you ever do something weird again, I’ll punish you way harder than just poking your anus.”
Phursie gave a small smile and nodded.
“Thank you… Thank you so much, Yuzuhiko.”
Mikan, Mrs. Tachibana, and Mr. Tachibana watched from behind and smiled.
Mrs. Tachibana gently patted Phursie’s shoulder.
“Good boy. Everything’s resolved now, right?”
After that day, an awkward but gradually warmer relationship began again between Phursie and Yuzuhiko.

Several months passed. Winter ended, the snow melted away, and a warm spring arrived. It was an ordinary weekday afternoon.
Phursie was taking a walk in the park with Acstlu. Spring breeze blew gently as they walked slowly under trees where cherry blossoms had just begun to bloom. Acstlu held Phursie’s hand and smiled as he spoke.
“You don’t do weird things anymore even when you’re bored, right?”
Phursie smiled shyly and shook his head.
“Yeah… Now I just contact you, play with Junipurr, or go to Mom. When I think about that time, my face still burns with embarrassment…”
Acstlu playfully tugged Phursie’s ear.
“That’s good to hear. You’re really handling loneliness like a grown-up now.”
On the way home, Phursie looked out the window. The once snow-covered roof was now covered with fresh green sprouts.
The cold wind of that day, the hot impulse, his father’s palm, his mother’s warm embrace, Yuzuhiko’s angry face, Junipurr’s comfort… everything felt like a distant memory now.
That evening, Phursie stood by the window in his room and quietly murmured,
“…It’s really over now.”
He picked up his smartphone and sent a message to Acstlu.
「Thank you again today. Let’s hang out tomorrow too.」
The reply came immediately.
「Of course. I love you, Phursie.」
Phursie smiled and lay down on his bed. The spring breeze brushed past the window. His heart was no longer cold.
And so, the story of that day quietly and ordinarily came to an end.

The End