PSW Chapter 35: Neuter It
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Yofar’s gaze swept past the trembling old lady-in-waiting. With a dark expression, he strode to the royal couch, crouched down, and reached out his strong yet elegant, pale hand toward his black cat.
His disgust and anger were evident, his every movement carrying an oppressive aura, as if he were about to strike. However, his hand suddenly halted in midair above the peacefully sleeping black feline.
As if something had just crossed his mind, a flicker of contemplation appeared in his deep, shadowy eyes.
Yofar had never owned a cat before, but he knew the basics.
Cats, in order to successfully impregnate a female, had barbs on a certain part of their anatomy. Because of this, the cat below might have suffered some injury...
Right now, Yofar did feel the fury and murderous intent of having something that belonged to him defiled by the lowly, but more than that, he didn’t want Bastet to be frightened.
He could wield his blade against others, but he didn’t want this clever little creature to fear him.
So, under the anxious yet curious gazes of the maids, their king—who had been maintaining his hand in midair above the cat for a long, silent moment—slowly and carefully pinched the tip of the black cat’s tail between his thumb and index finger.
His movements were so cautious that it almost created the illusion that their king—of all people—could experience worry and gentleness.
Lifting the tail upwards, the handsome man pressed his lips together, his gaze heavy.
Beside him, the old lady-in-waiting, Alina, tensed up, fearing something was wrong with Bastet.
Please, please don’t let anything be wrong! Alina thought, otherwise, those poor maids...
Everyone unconsciously held their breath, watching their king’s back with deep anticipation.
Then, they saw it.
The great ruler of Egypt, the earthly embodiment of the gods, had picked up his cat’s tail and, with a solemn and serious expression—
—leaned in closer to his cat’s little pink butthole.
Getting a better look, he even frowned and scraped at it lightly with a fingertip.
Staring at his finger after touching the cat’s rear, Yofar muttered in confusion, “No blood?”
The maids: “...” Completely dumbfounded.
Alina: “...” Also dumbfounded.
Wait a minute... Had their king just... um, touched the cat’s butt? And—did he just sniff his fingers afterward?!
Since the maids couldn’t see clearly from their angle, they looked bewildered, with a trace of panic and shock in their eyes—as if they had accidentally discovered their king’s peculiar fetish and now feared being silenced for it.
Only Alina realized something was off. She furrowed her brows in confusion, thought for a few seconds, and then suddenly remembered—
The other half of the sentence she hadn’t had time to say to the king.
"It... was also an adult male cat, just like Bastet. Somehow, it mistook Bastet for a female. Bastet isn’t even a year old yet, so it didn’t..."
Didn’t what?
Because the king’s expression was too terrifying, Alina only managed to say half of the sentence before she dared not continue. The truth was, the rest of it should have been: “didn’t fight back at all. It was only thanks to the maids working together that his chastity was preserved.”
Watching the king’s odd actions, Alina, who instantly understood what he was doing, wasn’t sure whether she should continue being afraid of his wrath or secretly laugh.
More than that, she suddenly had an odd realization: “So the Pharaoh, rumored to be cruel and bloodthirsty, actually has such a considerate and gentle side.”
She lowered her head, bent slightly forward, and, keeping her voice as quiet as possible, reminded him:
“My king.”
Yofar turned to glance at her.
The old lady-in-waiting pressed her lips together, doing her best to hold back her laughter as she added, “You needn’t worry. The maids separated the two cats in time. Bastet wasn’t injured, just terribly frightened. Also, since he didn’t stand a chance against the city lord’s cat, he’s been sulking ever since he got back.”
Of course, there might have been another reason—Bastet had been so upset about his master’s absence that he even lost his appetite.
“…”
Realizing that he had misunderstood the situation, Yofar silently withdrew his face from the cat’s rear and straightened up, releasing Bastet’s tail.
Maintaining a cold expression, he solemnly said to Alina:
“Alina.”
“Yes, my king.”
“This must not happen again.”
“…Understood.”
Alina suppressed the corners of her lips from curling up. Having served in the palace for many years, this was the first time she found that holding back laughter could truly challenge the limits of human endurance.
—
Bastet had no idea what had happened while he was asleep.
When he finally woke up, he drowsily shook out his fur, almost tripping over his four sleep-numbed legs. After stumbling a few times, he couldn’t even tell which leg was which.
Who cares who tripped whom?
Either way, he was about to land face-first on the ground.
No big deal, Bastet thought lazily, not even bothering to open his eyes. My fur cushions are super soft and comfy. If I fall, I’ll just keep sleeping~
Prepared to flop down like a lifeless fish, Bastet suddenly felt something catch his upper body entirely, leaving his back legs collapsing onto the bed with a soft ‘plop.’
His front paws and chin were propped up high, completely suspended in the air!
With his sticky eyelids barely parting, a thin slit of emerald green peeked out.
Through his blurry vision, he saw someone he had dreamt about all night—
His poop servant, lying on his side, propping his head up with one hand.
And looking at him with the most, most, most— most impossibly gentle smile in the world.
…
Yofar?
His cold-hearted, government-obsessed, playtime-avoiding owner?!
The groggy, black-furred grandmaster cat suddenly widened his eyes in shock.
Yofar gazed down at him, his platinum-blond hair curling lazily around his neck and collarbone, his ice-blue eyes shimmering with light, reflecting the adorable, half-asleep expression of the confused little feline.
“Awake now?”
Still holding up Bastet’s upper body and chin with his gloved palm, Yofar lazily rubbed under the cat’s chin with his fingertips, feeling the sleek fur’s texture through the thin leather.
Then, with their faces close enough to share each other’s breath, the stunningly handsome Pharaoh lowered his head slightly—
And kissed the tip of his cat’s nose.
“Your nose is a little dry. Were you scared yesterday, hmm?”
“…”
Bastet, momentarily stunned by how Yoffar’s smile seemed brighter than sunlight, licked his nose, fearing he might get a nosebleed.
Stop saying ‘hmm’ already, he thought. It’s too early for this. If you keep ‘hmm’-ing like that, my little guy is going to stand up.
But the man in front of him was clearly oblivious to his effect, continuing to tease his cat’s ears with that deep, husky, irresistibly sexy voice.
"Bastet, you’re still scared."
Bastet kicked at his own ear with his hind leg, feeling itchy and uncomfortable. He turned his head away.
"Meow..."
I’m not scared... Wait, you knew?!
"Hmm."
Crap.
Bastet felt like his most embarrassing moment had been completely exposed to his poop cleaner. I can’t live as a cat anymore.
Determined to salvage his dignity and maintain his fearsome image, Bastet let out a loud, defiant yowl.
'Awooo—I was actually super brave at the time!'
'I just let my guard down for a moment, really, I—um, well...'
"Bastet."
Yofar pinched his endlessly meowing little mouth shut and, looking seriously at his cat, said:
"It’s okay. You don’t have to feel ashamed."
"...Mmm?"
"You were at a disadvantage in both size and age. Losing was normal. I don’t think you’re weak. Besides, I don’t need you to be strong."
"..."
"Because I’ve already taken care of that. What you should do is stay under my protection and figure out how to please me—so that I’ll love you even more."
"..."
"Understood?"
After saying this, the powerful and authoritative man kissed his cat’s nose again, making a soft ‘tsk’ sound. Then, ignoring the cat’s stunned expression, he got up.
Bastet stared at him blankly, processing his words for a long moment. Then, he suddenly noticed that Yofar was wearing long-sleeved robes, with bandages wrapped around his arms.
Before this, the man had been lying in bed, wrapped up tightly. Now, as he got up and removed his gloves with the help of the maids, his hands were revealed—sweaty and unnaturally pale from being covered for so long.
The little black ball of fluff tilted its head up, realizing something.
Did Yofar pick me up and put me in bed with him when he got back?
Did he actually sleep like that all night—fully covered—just to avoid direct contact with my fur?
But why? I was supposed to sleep at the foot of the bed.
Bastet softly meowed at him:
‘You... um... why did you pick me up last night? Did you forget you’re allergic to cat fur?’
While wiping his face, Yofar turned back and replied casually, "I thought you might have nightmares."
After all, Bastet was the most human-like cat he had ever seen.
Bastet was silent for a long time.
Then, after a while, he muttered, "Holy shit."
For the first time, he felt like he had been completely and utterly seduced.
Meanwhile, Yofar had another busy day ahead.
"Heh."
After dressing, Yofar had the maids set the table in his chamber for breakfast. He needed to eat quickly before heading off to a council meeting, then inspect the city’s military camp, organize his entourage, and finally travel to the fortress where the Book of the Undead had surfaced—all while handling diplomatic exchanges along the way.
As Yofar ate, Nephthys and Hesse arrived. Nephthys unrolled a thick scroll of parchment and began reading out Yofar’s schedule, line by line.
By the time Bastet had listened halfway through, his jaw had already dropped onto his paws.
"Meow."
Damn. My poop cleaner has to do all that in one day? That’s insane—how does he not drop dead from exhaustion?
He turned to look at Yofar, who remained calm and composed, eating as if this was nothing out of the ordinary.
Well… maybe it was nothing out of the ordinary.
Sigh.
That meant Bastet wouldn’t get to see him again today. His chest ached with a dull sourness, like he’d swallowed an unripe fruit.
Bastet understood that no matter how kind the others were to him, it was only because he belonged to Yofar. Even if some of them genuinely liked him, they still saw him as just a cat.
But in Yofar’s gaze, Bastet always felt an inexplicable confidence—as if he were being treated as an equal, like a person.
That was why he wanted to stay with Yofar.
Just as he was drowning in disappointment, he suddenly felt something tighten around his waist.
He tensed for a moment—only to realize that Yofar had simply picked him up and placed him onto the table.
"I’m bringing the cat today."
Yofar announced.
Nephthys, Hesse, and Bastet all wore stunned expressions.
Nephthys accepted it quickly.
Bastet, on the other hand, was so ecstatic he could almost take off flying.
Hesse hesitated, frowning slightly. "Your Majesty, the meeting with the lords of Lower Egypt is a serious occasion. Would it not be inappropriate to bring a cat?"
Hearing this, Bastet immediately turned anxiously to look at Yofar.
"What’s appropriate or not is for me to decide."
Without even lifting his gaze, Yofar drained the last sip of his mild breakfast wine, wiped his lips with a cloth, then donned his leather gloves and scooped Bastet into his arms.
As he stepped outside, the maids followed in quick succession. The royal guards, already lined up at the entrance, immediately closed ranks around their Pharaoh as he exited.
The two high priests, recognizing the moment, swiftly shut their mouths and followed.
Nestled in Yofar’s arms, Bastet clung to the fabric of his chest, watching the scenery of the city lord’s estate fade behind them. His little heart pounded.
Holy shit. My poop cleaner is so damn alpha!
Clinging to a powerful man’s thigh feels so freaking good!
Hehehehehe…
When they arrived at the council chamber, the assembled lords immediately plastered on wide smiles. Even when they noticed the small creature nestled in the Pharaoh’s arms, they did not hesitate—in fact, one of them even casually praised Bastet.
Because of that, Yofar’s icy gaze lingered on that lord for a few extra seconds.
That lord: Oh? Nailed it!
Immediately, the other lords picked up on it and followed suit, lavishing praise on the royal cat without hesitation.
Bastet, snug in Yofar’s embrace, had never heard such an overwhelming wave of compliments in his life.
Among the gathered lords, the city’s own ruler—his belly round and full—sneered internally as he watched them.
These shameless bootlickers.
They talk about resisting the new Pharaoh and Upper Egypt in private, but here they are, groveling like dogs.
Flattering a cat? Please. If anyone deserves the Pharaoh’s favor, it’s me.
After all, I rule one of the richest, most prosperous cities.
Besides, His Majesty is staying in my estate.
My two daughters even spent the entire day in his presence, just as I instructed. Who knows? Maybe one of them has caught his eye.
That’s far more important than some cat.
Grinning widely, the bloated city lord shoved his way past the others, ignoring their frustrated glares, and beamed up at Yofar.
"Your Majesty, how was your rest last night? The moment I learned of your arrival, I personally procured the finest fabrics and decorations, ensuring that my estate was cleaned to perfection. Were your accommodations to your satisfaction?
My two daughters can be quite mischievous, always running about. I hope they did not disturb you?"
The other lords, pushed aside by the city ruler’s sheer bulk, sneered. Everyone knew exactly what he was up to.
There’s a saying—you don’t hit a man who’s smiling at you. That applied to the Pharaoh too. The city ruler believed that with enough flattery and feigned loyalty, even a notoriously ruthless king would be appeased.
After all, rulers and ministers had a certain unspoken balance. Even the most tyrannical of kings knew to at least pretend to be gracious when their subjects submitted.
Yet, the city ruler’s warm, eager grin was met with a gaze so frigid and sharp that it nearly bored two holes straight through his head.
The fatter he smiled, the colder Yofar’s face became.
The more he tried to appear servile and devoted, the stronger the killing intent in Yofar’s eyes grew.
By the end of it, the city ruler’s face was twitching from forced grinning, his forehead beaded with cold sweat. He had no idea what he had done to offend the Pharaoh, but his heart was lodged firmly in his throat.
The other lords quickly sensed something was wrong. No one dared to speak, and the atmosphere turned suffocatingly tense, as if a storm was about to break.
The city ruler, already overweight, was now drenched in sweat. Just as his nerves were about to snap, Yofar finally shot him a sidelong glance and said, in a voice as indifferent as it was absolute:
"Castrate it."
Bastet: "…"
Everyone: "…"
The city ruler: "…"
…Wait. What?
Castrate?!!
The man instinctively clamped his legs together, his forced smile instantly collapsing. His lips trembled as he stared at Yofar’s ice-cold, contemptuous gaze. "Y-Your Majesty… w-what did I do…?"
Yofar didn’t answer. He simply looked at him, as if the matter had already been decided.
The city ruler’s mind shattered under that silence. His knees nearly gave out, and—horrifyingly—he actually leaked a little. Both hands flew between his legs, gripping himself like a terrified maiden facing a ruthless bandit.
Of course, given his bloated appearance, the image was more ridiculous than pitiable. Some of the other lords struggled not to laugh.
Just as the city ruler was on the verge of wetting himself entirely, Yofar finally averted his gaze.
"Your cat was too loud last night. Castrate it."
Then, without sparing him another glance, Yofar strode past.
Sok and the others followed behind, throwing the city ruler a scathing glare as they went.
The fat city ruler collapsed onto the ground, drenched in sweat, his clothes sticking uncomfortably to his skin. He wiped his face with shaky hands, feeling as if he had just survived a brush with death.
Thank the gods… So it was the cat that was getting castrated.
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