Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri)

As the door creaks open, my heartbeat slams against my ribs.

I brace myself—ready for anything.

And then…

It's not a man.

It's a catgirl.

And—

I'm stunned.

She's breathtaking.

Long, sleek black hair cascades past her shoulders, glinting faintly in the dim light. Her skin carries a warm tan, a sun-kissed hue that contrasts sharply with her piercing blue eyes—eyes that almost glow, sharp and intense, like stars. Perched atop her head, her feline ears stand alert, flicking slightly as she surveys the room.

But it's not just her looks.

She radiates strength.

Dressed in a rugged black sleeveless shirt and fitted long pants, she's armed to the teeth—belts strapped around her waist hold glass vials, knives, and other assorted tools. Despite the practicality of her gear, her toned physique is impossible to ignore. Her arms, lean and defined, flex with each subtle movement, and beneath her shirt, I catch the faint outline of abs.

She looks like she could take down an entire bar full of drunks without breaking a sweat.

And for a moment—

I forget how to breathe.

Fuck.

My brain short-circuits. I am simping so hard right now.

I swallow thickly.

If she were a character in a gacha game, I would sell my soul to pull for her.

Someone this mesmerizing couldn't be a bad person, right?

My grip loosens on the chair.

Then—

Wait.

No. No, no, no.

This isn't a game.

This is real life.

And I am not about to let my guard down just because I'm weak to catgirls.

I tighten my grip on the chair again, hoisting it up like a makeshift club.

"S-stay back! Who are you?!" I bark, my voice wavering just a little.

I might look like a delicate catgirl now, but I haven't forgotten my ten years of karate training.

Back on Earth, I was a green belt master!

I am strong!

…Probably.

The catgirl's ears twitch, and she lifts her hands immediately, palms up in a non-threatening gesture.

"Ah! Relax!" she pleads, bending slightly at the waist in what looks like an apologetic bow. "Please, I'm not here to hurt you! My name is Eris. I'm an E-rank adventurer! I found you unconscious in the dungeon and brought you here!"

Her words echo in my mind.

Dungeon?

Adventurer?

Unconscious?

That… explains why I'm here.

But it doesn't mean I can trust her.

What if she's lying?

She could be deceiving me. I have no way to verify her story—no proof she's telling the truth.

For all I know, she's not some kindhearted adventurer—she could be a thief, or worse. Maybe she's planning to sell me off to some shady brothel to make a quick fortune.

The thought flashes through my mind, irrational but impossible to shake.

I stare at her, searching her expression for any hint of deceit.

But all I see is calm patience.

Even so, I don't lower the chair.

I keep my stance firm. My muscles coil, ready to spring.

My mind races, scrambling for my next move—my next question.

What do I ask?

How do I prove she's telling the truth?

Then—

As if sensing my doubt, Eris moves carefully, her voice soft.

"Here."

Slowly, she reaches into her pocket.

I tense.

But instead of a weapon, she pulls out a card.

She holds it up, letting the dim light catch its surface.

It shimmers faintly.

I frown. From this distance, I shouldn't be able to read it.

But suddenly—

My vision sharpens.

The details snap into focus, clear as day. The strange symbols shift, rearranging themselves—until, somehow, I can read them.

My breath catches.

——————————

Name: Eris Wildfang

Date of Birth: April 10, 1302

Race: Cat Furren

Hometown: Sablethorn - Zehrak Desert

Adventurer Rank: E

Criminal Record: None

——————————

A seal is stamped at the bottom, bearing the image of a stylized lion's head.

I blink, processing the information.

Eris remains still, arm extended, her posture non-threatening—giving me space, letting me decide if I believe her.

And for the first time since she entered the room—

I hesitate.

"See?" Eris says softly. "I'm officially registered. I'm not a criminal or anything. Please, believe me—I won't harm you."

She lowers her hand slightly, still holding out the card, but not pressing me.

I hesitate, my eyes locked onto the shimmering script.

Even with this proof, there's no real way to tell if it's legitimate. I don't know anything about this world, let alone what official documents are supposed to look like.

But then—

I think it over.

If she'd wanted to hurt me, she could have easily done so while I was unconscious. If she had ill intentions, she could've tied me up, locked me away—made sure I had no chance of escape.

Instead—

I woke up free. Able to move around. Even step outside this room.

That single act of freedom reassures me more than any piece of paper ever could.

Slowly, I lower the chair.

I think I can trust her.

"Okay," I say cautiously. "But… where am I? What is this place?"

"Ah, this is The Gilded Horn, a small inn in Mistvale." Eris replies.

"And… where exactly did you find me again?"

"In the Silverwolf Dungeon, ten kilometers south of Mistvale."

I close my eyes, wracking my brain, desperate for some fragment of memory, some hint that these names should mean something to me.

However—

Nothing.

No familiarity. No recollection.

Just a blank slate.

Still… Eris doesn't seem to be lying. If anything, she might be my best shot at surviving in this world.

Maybe—just maybe—she can even help me.

Be my guide.

I take a deep breath, then finally set the chair down.

"All right," I say at last. "I trust you."

"Thank you, Eris. For saving me. For keeping me safe."

Her ears flick at my words, and for the first time, her tense shoulders relax. A genuine smile spreads across her face, soft and full of relief.

"Well," she says with a small chuckle, "I just happened to find you while scouting the dungeon. You were unconscious—no injuries, but something felt… off. Leaving you there didn't sit right with me. So I brought you here."

She pauses, scratching her cheek, almost sheepish.

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone and causing all this confusion."

"No, it's okay," I reply, offering a faint smile of my own. "I'm just glad to be alive."

Eris nods, her expression softening even further.

But then, her head tilts slightly, curiosity flickering in her blue eyes.

"Now, that aside…" she says, her tone shifting, "may I ask… what's your name? And where are you from? You haven't told me anything about yourself yet."

I freeze.

Ahhh…

About that…

Fuck.

Panic.

My mind blanks.

What the hell am I supposed to tell this catgirl?!

I can't exactly say, "Oh, I was hit by a truck and woke up in another world as a catgirl. No big deal."

No way.

There's no possible way I can tell her the truth…

Right?