PSW Chapter 17: Dye This Thing Green!
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In the dilapidated courtyard, a man and a woman lay entangled on a bed of fallen leaves, their clothes in disarray. Their breaths were heavy, cheeks flushed, lost in the lingering afterglow of passion.
What they didn’t know was that, right above them, a small black beast had melded seamlessly with the night.
Gracefully perched atop a rock in the artificial mountain, it sat with its tail curled around itself, paws lightly tapping in an unknown rhythm. Its glowing green eyes were half-lidded, its sleek feline face impassive as it coldly observed the illicit pair below.
The temperature in Egypt fluctuated greatly between day and night, and the evening air was quite cool. The young woman, her delicate brows carrying a hint of languid arrogance, seemed to feel the chill. She pushed aside the man’s strong, muscular arm without the slightest trace of shyness. Then, she tugged at the remains of her sheer, tattered gauze garment, tearing off a corner to wipe the dirt and leaves from her legs.
Having rolled on the ground, her long, perfumed hair had become a tangled mess, matted together with various ornaments. Strands of it clung to her smooth back and chest in damp, sticky clumps.
Her seventeen- or eighteen-year-old body was curvaceous and enticing, her skin delicate and her figure gracefully alluring. The man, still lying on the ground, squinted his eyes as he admired her for a moment before letting out a low chuckle.
Then, with a smirk, he propped himself up and leaned closer, his hands wandering boldly over her skin.
"Alright, enough."
Second Princess Batrana impatiently pushed the man away, shooting him a sharp, reprimanding glare. “Why did you call my name just now? I’ve told you before, even if no one’s around, you must not lower your guard. Do you not understand?”
But the man wasn’t the least bit afraid of her. He chuckled dismissively. “This place has been abandoned for ages. What are you afraid of? Besides, my friends and your maids are keeping watch outside... Don’t put your clothes back on so fast, let me…”
“You’re insufferable! You rutting bull!”
“But you like it, don’t you? Hahaha…”
He laughed, pulling her back into his embrace. Batrana struggled for a moment, but the two of them soon stumbled against the artificial mountain. It didn’t take long before her sharp gaze was drowned in the intoxication of passion once again, her lips locking fiercely with his.
Indecent sounds filled the darkness.
Perched atop the artificial mountain, Bastet twitched his mouth in exasperation.
…Are you guys serious?!
If it weren’t for his perverted master, he wouldn’t be eavesdropping in the first place. Do they have any idea how much damage they’re inflicting on an innocent cat’s pure heart?!
Feeling as if the rock beneath him might just collapse from the force of their activities, Bastet grumbled internally. He straightened his back, pretending not to be embarrassed, and lifted his head to count the stars, resisting the urge to bolt.
By the time he reached seven hundred, the pair finally settled down.
Bastet let out a relieved sigh and quickly lowered his gaze.
The strong-bodied man, now sated, no longer clung to Batrana. He picked up his clothes and shook off the dust. His tanned skin, glistening like it had been rubbed with oil, stretched taut over bulging muscles.
As he casually tied his hair back, his sharp, masculine features were fully revealed.
Damn, Bastet smacked his lips in surprise. This bastard’s actually kinda good-looking.
The man fastened his belt and adjusted his sword while lazily whistling at Batrana, who was still slumped against the artificial mountain, looking dazed.
With a roguish grin that somehow avoided being outright vulgar, he teased, “Well, Your Highness, how was it? Did you enjoy the taste of the bull?”
“Tch.”
Batrana scoffed as she regained her composure. Wearily tugging at the remnants of her sheer skirt, she sneered, “There are plenty of bulls in the world. You just happen to be the one kept inside the palace. Don’t think too highly of yourself, Shaya. You think you’re in a position to mock me?”
“Oh?”
The smirk on the man’s lips cooled slightly. As Batrana lowered her gaze to fix her clothing, a flicker of something unreadable flashed through his light brown eyes.
But in the next second, he raised an eyebrow and feigned jealousy. “Of course, you’re a princess, and I’m just a servant. And soon, you’ll be a queen. I suppose this is the last time we’ll be together, huh? Hmm… If I’d known, I should’ve put in more effort. Otherwise, how will you cope without me?” He chuckled darkly.
However, Batrana’s face didn’t light up in the slightest. Instead, her expression turned stormy, her gaze cold as she spat out, “Shut up! I have no desire to be that psychotic butcher’s queen!”
“He’s a monster—he isn’t even human! If it weren’t for the fact that Nertari and I stayed out of that affair back then, he wouldn’t have spared us at all! Everyone in the palace knows the truth! When he escaped, he crushed both my father and mother’s skulls with his bare hands! No human could possibly do that—he’s a devil!”
Bastet stiffened atop the artificial mountain.
Batrana’s fiery, proud face wavered with fear as memories resurfaced. Her arms instinctively wrapped around herself, but when Shaya stepped forward to comfort her, she quickly masked her vulnerability.
“There, there, it’s alright, my dear princess.” Shaya patted her back reassuringly.
“Shaya…”
But even if you don’t want to be queen, there’s nothing you can do.”
Shaya’s voice was smooth yet indifferent. “Nertari feels the same way as you. She’s already had her maids prepare a special spice—one that cats absolutely detest. The Cat God will never choose her.”
“What?! That wretched bitch Nertari!”
Batrana’s face twisted in fury. She let out a long string of curses before grabbing Shaya’s collar, eyes burning into his. “Shaya, you have to help me…”
“This…” Shaya hesitated, his handsome features creasing as if he were torn.
“Please, Shaya!”
Batrana’s domineering attitude melted away in an instant. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and she leaned in, pressing her proudest asset against him. “Or do you actually prefer Nertari over me?”
“Of course not,” Shaya scoffed. “She’s not even a fraction as beautiful as you, my lovely Rana—”
“But you’re her attendant. And you slept with her.”
“That was nothing more than her own wishful thinking. She’s hideous—she can’t compare to you in the slightest. But she is a princess, and I am only her servant. I had no choice but to obey.”
“I knew it. Your heart belongs to me…”
Batrana, elated, kissed him fervently before eagerly whispering, “The night before the queen selection, swap the spice she’s using. Bring it to me. Will you, Shaya?”
Shaya sighed as if she were being impossibly difficult, but in the end, he smiled dotingly and nodded.
“I understand.”
“Thank you, Shaya! I love you too!”
“…”
The two whispered sweet nothings to each other for a while longer before reluctantly parting ways, each disappearing in opposite directions into the night.
They left with ease and confidence.
But the black cat left behind on the artificial mountain was completely and utterly petrified.
Bastet’s expression twisted into something indescribable.
“…I came here to catch a cheater, and now I’ve ended up watching an entire goddamn soap opera.
But what I did NOT expect—was that the green hat would come with a ‘buy one, get one free’ deal, PLUS a surprise bonus round!”
What the actual fuck—?!
This hat is SECURED.
Not just secured—it’s double-buckled and reinforced!
Bastet could already see it—the graceful, platinum-haired Pharaoh, Yofar, standing before a mirror as a vast field of green sprouted from his beautiful locks. With elegant poise, he would run a hand through his hair and say:
“Bastet, I want to dye this green.”
Bastet: ………
DYE YOUR GRANDMA’S CLAWS, YOU CRAZY BASTARD!!!
What kind of cursed ‘Love Destroyer’ aura does he have?!
I’ve turned into a cat, and I’m STILL managing to cuckold Yofar?!
No way!
I have to tell that dumbass immediately—we can’t marry this woman!
What if he ends up raising someone else’s kid?!
Bastet, the black furball of justice, tumbled down the artificial mountain in a frantic scramble, dashing towards the nearest source of light.
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Important Note:
In ancient Egypt, male priests were often required to be castrated and remain celibate. However, I’ve modified this detail for the sake of the story.
Since my knowledge of ancient Egyptian culture isn’t exhaustive—and to avoid misrepresenting real historical cultures—I’ve deliberately set this story in an alternate, fictionalized version of ancient Egypt. Some details, including dynasties, royal surnames, and numerical systems, have been adjusted for accessibility and ease of understanding.
So if certain things don’t align with what you’ve read in history books, please don’t take it too seriously. Thanks for your patience and support! ❤️
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