PSW Chapter 2: You’re Just After My Body!
| Previous | Table of Contents | Next |
I turned into the Pharaoh of Egypt—
—his cat.
A pure black, short-haired cat with sleek, glossy fur and a pair of luminous green feline eyes.
Egyptian cats have slender bodies, small faces with pointed ears, and wild, piercing gazes, resembling miniature cheetahs.
When they walk, their shoulder blades rise and fall with each step, their tails flicking lightly. Their movements are both powerful and graceful, creating an elegant spectacle.
They are the kind of creatures that instantly bring to mind words like night, sensual, and beauty—exquisite hunters with an air of mystery.
These cats are rebellious and highly vigilant, looking down upon other beings—and those "two-legged creatures"—as mere servants, ruling over the world with the arrogance of a true master.
The more you try to please them, the more they turn their backs on you, sometimes even dashing away without giving you the slightest chance to win them over. If that were all, no one would like them.
But these cats are the ultimate tease. Just when you give up in frustration, they saunter over, swaying their hips, stepping lightly on your fingers with their soft pink paw pads, flicking their tails, brushing their fur against your chin…
Scratching an itch deep in your heart. The moment you reach out—poof!—they leap away again, never letting you enjoy their touch for too long. You end up helplessly chasing after them, becoming yet another enslaved "cat servant."
Cats understand human nature all too well—people always desire what they can’t have.
So, Bastet once wondered: Do cat owners actually enjoy the thrill of being teased by these little temptresses? Do they have a secret craving to be dominated, to be controlled?
After all, boys dream of seductive and mature women.
Girls fantasize about strong, domineering men.
Most people, at some point in their youth, have dreamed of being conquered—of being overpowered by someone stronger. That person represents the maturity they yearn for, something seemingly out of reach.
And cats? Perhaps they embody this same irresistible allure.
But I am different. I am a deep, melancholic, and passionate soul—not some cheap, seductive little tease! Since turning into a black cat ten days ago, I—
Sigh…
Bastet crouched atop the treasure vault wall of the Egyptian royal palace, gazing at the endless night sky. The stars stretched like a river of silver, shimmering against his bright green feline eyes, filled with sorrow and wistfulness.
He looked down at his sleek, feline body, then up at the moon, and let out a long sigh.
Damn it… I’m gorgeous.
To be a cat and still look this breathtaking—what a tragedy!
Bastet licked his paw, savoring the taste of his “vintage 82” foot dust, then stared at his soft pink toe beans before taking a deep, indulgent sniff.
Mmm~
Delicious!
I have a cat now—I have a cat!
Even if it’s just… myself.
But still!
I finally get to lick cat paw pads, nibble on my tail, and rub my fluffy belly however I want! Oh-hohoho!
If a guy turns into a girl, what should he do?
Of course, he should let his bros have a good time!
If a guy turns into a cat, what should he do?
Bastet: Obviously, I should enjoy myself first!
Mwahaha! Mwahahahaha—cough, cough—
Perched on the palace wall, the black cat cackled like a lunatic, wrapping his paws around his head as he rolled around in ecstasy. Then, as if struck by an idea, he suddenly sat up straight, an expression of sheer mischief creeping across his furry face.
Lifting one hind leg high, he fixated on his little ahem…
Bastet: Hehehe… don’t all cats lick this thing?
Little Chrysanthemum: …
Whoa, hold on—remember, you were a human! You’re not just a cat!
Bastet, looking wise and enlightened: I am no longer human.
Little Chrysanthemum: …
Bastet, smiling: I haven’t been for ten days.
Little Chrysanthemum: …
No, no, noooo—!!!
Bastet: Hehe, go on, scream, sweetheart. Scream all you want—no one’s coming to save you~
Under the moonlight, the sleek black cat closed his eyes, raised his leg, lifted his tail, and, with deep affection, extended his little pink, barbed tongue toward his delicate, innocent little—
He looked like a complete lunatic. Like some sleazy old pervert.
But in reality, Bastet had been a soft-hearted, sensitive guy when he was human. Delicate and gentle—very much not the dominant type.
Behind a computer screen, he could be a shameless, dirty-joke-spouting rogue. But in real life? If a stranger so much as glanced at him on the street, he’d freeze up, turn red, and start walking all stiff and awkward like a malfunctioning robot, wishing he could evaporate on the spot.
Are they looking at me?!
Why are they looking at me?!
Bastet, trembling: I-I wanna go home…
But then he died.
And woke up as a cat.
And made a shocking discovery—
He had fur now.
Where’s my face?!
Cat-form Bastet pressed his paw to his cheek. Gone?! He pondered for a moment, then slowly curled his lips into a twisted, depraved grin. And since no one could see through his disguise—
He went absolutely feral.
What’s wrong with licking my own butt?
I can even dig a hole, poop in it, and sniff it myself!
With his eyes closed, he took a deep, dramatic inhale—
Slurp~
…Wait.
Why does it taste weird?
Bastet smacked his lips. No salty tang? And the texture felt… hard?
He opened his glowing green eyes and found—
Between him and his target stood a slender, elegant hand.
A man’s hand.
A very nice-looking one, with long fingers and well-defined knuckles.
Bastet looked up, locking eyes with the hand’s owner. He rolled his eyes.
"Meow~" You again?!
“Heh. Did you miss me, my dear?”
A man, shrouded head to toe in a white cloth with only two eye holes cut out, chuckled in a low, husky voice. The fabric muffled his words, making his voice sound rough and indistinct.
Heh, my ass!
You think laughing like that makes you some big shot? Real men laugh like “Hwahahaha!” Don’t you know that, huh?!
And look at you, dressed like some Saudi Arabian woman. You trying to scare me, huh?!
Bastet smacked the man’s hand with a paw, then sat up proudly, curling his tail around his paws in a regal posture. The tail tip flicked lazily as he stared at the man with a look that clearly said—
"Meow~ What did you bring me today, dumbass?"
This "Saudi Arabian woman" had been pestering Bastet since he first arrived in this world, showing up every night to feed him. Judging by his build, he was definitely a man—but Bastet was convinced he must be ugly. Why else would he wrap himself up like a mummy?
The man seemed to read Bastet’s thoughts. His laughter grew deeper.
With a flick of his wrist—adorned with a thick gold bracelet inlaid with red gemstones—he reached into his robes and pulled out a small cloth pouch.
The rich aroma of dried fish wafted through the air, teasing the little black cat’s pink nose.
Bastet nearly drooled with greed, its emerald-green cat eyes locked onto the cloth bag.
"Want it?" The man dangled the bag in front of Bastet, teasingly.
"Meow, meow, meow!" Yes, yes, yes!
Bastet lunged forward, hooking its claws onto the bag, and eagerly stuck its head inside. The man simply let go, and while the black cat was busy munching, he reached out and gently stroked its back, quick yet tender.
The soft texture spread from his fingertips to his neck, as if he were touching a handful of cream—smooth and irresistibly pleasant.
The man's ice-blue eyes darkened as he bent down, pressing his face, wrapped in white cloth, against the cat’s fur. He narrowed his eyes and rubbed against it, his delicate platinum eyelashes casting shadows that made his eye sockets look even deeper.
Bastet ignored him, continuing to gnaw on the dried fish.
Ah, today’s dried fish was particularly delicious~ After finishing the treat, it licked its lips, then, heartlessly, leaped out of the man's hands and began leisurely licking its paws and washing its face.
Just like a heartless player.
With his arms suddenly empty, the man’s eyes sharpened, but he quickly regained his composure. Instead of getting angry, he gazed at the black cat with an amused yet unreadable smile. "And to think I like you so much… ungrateful little thing."
Bastet turned back. "Meow?" That’s what you call ‘liking’ me?
The man seemed to understand. "Of course."
Bastet: "Meow!" Pah! You’re just lusting after my body!
Man: "..."
Bastet: "Meow!" Shameless!
Man: "..."
The man chuckled. "Heh."
T/N: Please give support on my ko-fi page, thank you🍊🍊🍊
Comments
Post a Comment