PSW Chapter 6: If You Don’t Behave, I’ll Bite You Maybe it was the effortless confidence in Yofar’s voice when he said, "I will protect you."
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Maybe it was the effortless confidence in Yofar’s voice when he said, "I will protect you."
Or maybe it was the strong, steady pulse and warmth beneath Bastet’s paw pads that provided an undeniable sense of security.
Either way, Bastet’s little heart, which had been thumping like crazy, finally settled back into his chest. He stopped trembling. Stopped crying.
Once he had calmed down, though, he started feeling… embarrassed.
Underneath all his fluffy black fur, his skin turned red.
…Wait. Did I just… keep screaming ‘Papa’ at him like a maniac?
That annoying guy isn’t secretly laughing at me, right?
Pah! No way! I’m a cat now! There’s no way he could’ve understood what I was saying!
…But then again, what if he did?
The ancient Egyptian gods were ridiculously powerful. What if Egyptians actually had some kind of mind-reading ability?
Should I check?
If I look up at him and he looks down at me, then that means he can read minds!
That’d be way too creepy… right?
Feeling like a guilty thief, the little black cat cautiously lifted his head, secretly sneaking a glance at Yofar.
Inside his mind, Bastet called out:
"Hey, annoying guy! Can you read minds, meow? If you can, then lower your head!"
And then—
Yofar actually lowered his head.
With a knowing smirk beneath his veil, he leaned in and pressed a kiss against Bastet’s forehead—through the fabric.
The poor little cat immediately folded his ears back in terror and let out a trembling, high-pitched, "Meow~!"
Yofar: “Were you calling me, little one?”
Bastet: …Holy—Holy crap!!!
Are you freaking serious?! Are you a god?! You’ve got to be a god!!!
Or maybe a Grand Priest?! The maidens in the royal menagerie had mentioned that all Grand Priests possessed powerful magic!
The dazed little black cat stared into the man’s eyes—those icy blue irises, like frozen water glistening under the sunlight, were almost too beautiful.
Especially his eyelashes—long, thick, and platinum blonde, like tiny golden feathers draped over his ice-blue pupils.
They made one think of pristine snow and biting frost—colors so cold and detached, as if incapable of holding warmth or emotion. Yet, because of this man’s unique aura, they were impossibly sharp.
Bastet had seen his hands before—slender yet powerful, with faint calluses on his pale palms, as if he had trained with weapons. His wrists were adorned with gold and gemstone jewelry, and the skin around his eyes was just as fair…
So Bastet was now completely convinced—this guy was either a noble or a Grand Priest!
Yofar noticed the little creature staring at him in a daze and couldn’t help but chuckle. A rare warmth softened his gaze, melting the coldness of his blue eyes into liquid pools of water—before turning into tiny arrows that shot straight into Bastet’s heart.
Bastet (blushing, heart racing): Mom! Where’s our family registry?!
This man is too damn fine!!!
Taking full advantage of the fur on his face to hide his shamelessness, Bastet dove headfirst into Yofar’s neck and started rubbing against him like crazy.
"Meow meow meow~!"
—Handsome guy, handsome guy, wanna date online? How many centimeters below? How many houses do you own? Do you have abs? I’m super sweet!
"Meow meow meow~!"
—You’re the Pharaoh’s Grand Priest, and I’m the Pharaoh’s pet. I heard the Pharaoh is a cruel, hideous, terrifying bastard. Let’s get together and cuck him~
"…"
Hearing this, Yofar grabbed a fistful of fur from the top of Bastet’s head, his eyes narrowing in a very "gentle" smile.
He said, “Heh.”
Bastet: …
Bastet immediately felt a chill down his spine. This handsome guy is perfect in every way… except for the fact that he loves to ‘heh’ at people. It sounds just like ‘I’m gonna kill you’ to my ears. Sigh, he needs some serious discipline.
At that moment, the Pharaoh’s royal guards—who had been chasing Bastet earlier—arrived, torches in hand, coming face-to-face with them.
Bastet saw the cold, blood-scented warriors and instantly tucked his tail between his legs, shrinking further into Yofar’s arms.
"Meow meow meow!"
—Hey, annoying guy, bite them!
What a mischievous little thing.
Yofar found it amusing. He curled his finger and flicked Bastet’s forehead in a "punishment," making his tiny skull buzz. The poor cat nearly fell off Yofar’s shoulder.
Only then did Yofar lazily lift his gaze to the approaching guards.
The royal guards—towering and imposing—immediately froze upon meeting that familiar, unmistakable stare.
Their reflexes kicked in, and they nearly dropped to their knees.
Under the flickering torchlight, they peered more closely and quickly recognized Egypt’s king.
Though Yofar’s attire made him nearly unrecognizable to others, the guards had just been at his side, dealing with infiltrators. There was no way they could mistake him.
The guards instantly straightened up and saluted. “Your Majesty—”
Yofar raised a hand to cut them off.
"Were you chasing it?" he asked, his tone devoid of any displeasure. In fact, his voice even carried a hint of lazy, sultry amusement.
"Yes."
"Did I permit it?"
“...No, we did not.”
Cold sweat dripped from the deputy captain’s forehead. He knew all too well how unpredictable their king’s moods could be. Bowing deeply, he said, “Please forgive our recklessness… The captain noticed a new Cat God candidate appearing in the royal menagerie and has already gone to your chamber to report it. The rest of us stayed behind to capture the cat and await your command. We just… did not expect you to be here.”
Yofar remained silent, simply staring at him.
The deputy captain immediately laid down his weapon and dropped to his knees, not daring to utter another word. The other royal guards followed suit in perfect unison.
Bastet watched the scene unfold, completely baffled. But seeing how these intimidating warriors were utterly terrified of Yofar, he was now certain—his annoying guy must be a high-ranking official!
Heh, look at me clinging onto this golden thigh—it's thick and sturdy!
Bastr smugly licked his paw, flicked his tail in triumph, and shot a haughty glance at the guards, eagerly waiting for Yofar to punish them.
...But after a long moment, all Yofar did was casually say, “Rise.”
The guards let out a sigh of relief and stood up. “Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty.”
Bastet’s feline eyes widened in disbelief. “Meow?!”
That’s it?! You’re just letting them off the hook?! No revenge for me?!
Furious, he stood on his hind legs and smacked Yofar’s lips with the same paw he had just used to dig in the litter box. At the same time, he pointed his other front paw directly at the deputy captain!
"Meow meow meow—!"
—Annoying guy, it’s him! Him! He lunged at me like a giant lizard, smacked me on the head with his huge hand, and nearly scared me to death!!!
You’re just going to let him go?!
Bastet’s bright green eyes shimmered with grievance, his mouth opening and closing like he was desperately trying to speak human language. His expression was so vivid—so comically expressive—that he looked exactly like a bullied kid clutching his dad’s hand, throwing a tantrum when Dad didn’t avenge him.
Deputy Captain: …
Other Guards: …
Deputy Captain: …I never thought I’d live to see the day when I’d get scolded by a baby kitten… in front of the King.
Other Guards: And out of thousands of men, he’s only pointing at our boss!
Yofar let out a muffled chuckle. Amused, he reached out and gently pinched Bastet’s tiny paw, rubbing the soft pink pad between his fingers.
"Meow!"
—Hey! Don’t you get it?!
Bastet was getting desperate. Thinking that Yofar still didn’t understand him, he clenched his hindquarters and—though it took great effort—started wagging his tail at the deputy captain!
Deputy Captain (horrified): I-It’s possessed?!
Other guards: Holy shit!
Yofar: "Pfft—hahaha!"
This little creature—he liked it so much he wanted to hold it in the palm of his hand, to enjoy its proud and smug affection, and then—grip its neck, bite into its soft paw pads, and listen to its whimpering cries of fear and grievance.
He wanted to take it away.
Take it to his chamber.
Do whatever he pleased.
For his own amusement.
Yofar lowered his gaze, rubbing the tiny paw in his hand as the corners of his lips curled upward.
"Enough." He didn’t know who he was speaking to, but he lifted Bastet off his shoulder, pinching the loose skin on the back of its neck like he was preventing an escape, and turned to leave.
What?!
Bastet struggled furiously, kicking and flailing his paws.
"Meow meow meow!"
—I don’t want you anymore, you little scumbag! You’re still siding with your own people! Hmph! I’m gonna go find another scumbag to cuddle with and cuck the Pharaoh! Meow—hiss—pfft!
Just as he finished shouting, he heard the guards’ voices behind him, full of concern.
"The spies have yet to be fully investigated, and the palace is not safe. Please allow us to escort you, My King."
Bastet froze.
What?
Who?
King?
King what? King Bastard?
Like a stone statue cracking apart, he mechanically tilted his head up—only to see the scumbag hum in response. Behind him, the royal guards instantly fell into formation, following him with unwavering loyalty.
Bastet: "..."
"Do you understand now?"
The scumbag lifted him up until Bastet was face to face with him.
Glowing green cat eyes reflected icy blue ones—like a mirror.
"Be good."
He said, ever so gently, "Or I'll kill you."
Bastet: "..."
YAMETE!!!
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[Author’s Note]
‘Kill’ is not a typo.
Cough.
A dark and twisted, overbearing tyrant with zero morals and no limits. Please keep that in mind.
[Spoiler: Certain Future Scenes]
Yofar, seated on his throne, looked down at Bastet with a smirk.
"Reason? What is that? From the moment you stepped into Egypt, I became your god, your master, your ruler. Right and wrong, life and death—they are mine to decide. And your only right—Bastet—"
"—is to kneel and please me."
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