I, Xiao Xiao, lay helpless on the desk, gazing up at the ceiling as my adoptive mother, Luna, cradled me in her arms. Her piercing green eyes sparkled with warmth as she gazed at me, her long, wavy hair cascading down like a golden waterfall. Her cat-like ears perked up, and her tail twitched with excitement as she tenderly stroked my tiny hand. As the teacher droned on, Luna's eyes would occasionally dart to me, her expression softening with affection. Her full, G-cup breasts pressed against my tiny body, making me feel safe and secure. I was only a few months old, but I could sense the depth of her emotions, her love and devotion to me palpable. Luna's thoughts, however, were not entirely focused on me. Her mind wandered to the mysterious, alluring world of human passion, a world she had only glimpsed but longed to explore. Her fingers would occasionally stray to my tiny diaper, her touch sending shivers down my spine. As the lesson progressed, Luna's attention wavered, her gaze drifting to the students around us. Her eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched, as if daring anyone to approach us. Her protective instincts were on high alert, and I felt grateful to be nestled in her arms, shielded from the outside world. As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Luna's grip on me relaxed, and she smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. \Time for our next adventure, little one,\ she whispered, her voice husky and seductive. I giggled, my tiny heart racing with excitement, knowing that with Luna by my side, anything was possible.