PSW Chapter 7: I… I Crave His Body, Hehehe "Be good, or I’ll kill you."
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When he said this, his beautiful eyes were filled with laughter, his voice impossibly gentle, carrying a natural sweetness.
The moment Bastet heard it, every strand of fur on his body exploded.
That same terrifying aura he felt when stealing dried fish came crashing down once again—overwhelming, suffocating.
It was like a feral beast had clamped its jaws around the scruff of his neck, issuing a silent but deadly threat.
Bastet could even smell the predator’s breath—thick with blood and heat—blowing against his fur, making every nerve in his back tense like a drawn bowstring.
Instinct took over.
Bastet froze, playing dead.
He squeezed his nonexistent balls: Y-you goddamn beast! Who the hell takes killing a cat this seriously?!
Wait…
Did he hear me talking about cucking him?
Did he hear me call him ugly?!
In his mind, a faceless Pharaoh, with nothing but a gaping, blood-red mouth, loomed over him with a knife, sneering:
"You little brat… you think you can offend the Pharaoh and get away with it?"
With a sharp snap, the knife came down—
And off went his cat head!
"AAAAAHHHHHH!"
Bastet clutched his head in his mind, wailing in despair: MY HEAD! MY PRECIOUS HEAD!
It’s over, it’s over… My head’s gone…
Tears streamed down his face. This was the end.
His paws, tail, and little feet drooped lifelessly, swaying like a ragdoll as Yofar carried him away. His eyes welled up with tears, and he sniffled pitifully.
"Dear Mom and Dad, I’m so sorry… Sniff… First, I got blown to bits in that lab explosion… Then, after finally getting a second chance at life, I ended up in the claws of the most terrifying man in all of Egypt… Sniff… I’ve failed the people of my homeland… Let’s meet again in the next life…"
He lay limp in Yofar’s grasp, whispering his final will in his heart, completely unaware that he had been carried into a grand, brilliantly lit palace made of solid gold.
Then—
Suddenly, his body lifted into the air like a swinging pendulum, weightless for a moment before falling into something warm and soft.
"Clean it up."
Yofar’s voice was light as he casually tossed the tiny black cat into the arms of an elderly woman kneeling before him.
"Yes, my King."
The old palace maid’s vision darkened—she didn’t even have time to see what it was before swiftly catching it with both hands, afraid that letting it fall would invoke the Pharaoh’s wrath.
When she finally looked down and saw the soft, warm little creature in her arms, she blinked in surprise.
A kitten?
It was still quite young, a little black cat…
But then, as if realizing something, her lips curled into a knowing smile.
By that time, Yofar had already turned away, leading a group of handmaidens toward the bathing chamber.
The elderly maid carefully stood up, gently cradling Bastet as if comforting a child. She murmured softly, “His Majesty must be in a good mood today… It’s thanks to you, little one. Come now, let’s get you nice and clean, shall we?”
Bastr was still slow to react, and by the time he fully processed what was happening, he found himself wrapped in a small, white woven cloth—
Only his head was exposed, his large green eyes darting around in panic.
With the way the fabric drooped over his forehead, he looked exactly like a coal miner from Northern China, complete with shifty eyes and a sneaky demeanor.
Bastet the Coal Miner: Where am I? Who am I?! Am I still alive?!
His ridiculous appearance made the old maid chuckle. She gently dipped him—cloth and all—into a basin of warm water, her dark brown hands careful and precise.
With a warm smile, she whispered, “No need to be afraid, little one. The cloth is just so you don’t scratch the other handmaidens. Once you get used to the water, I’ll take it off, alright? Let’s enjoy a nice bath together.”
Bastet froze mid-struggle and looked up at the kind old lady.
You people are so weird… Why do you all act like you know I can understand you?
But then again…
He’d seen plenty of cat owners in his past life, endlessly chatting with their feline overlords as if they could talk back.
Maybe these people were just really deep into the cat-slave life?
The warmth seeped through the fabric, soaking into his fur, bringing a pleasant, soothing sensation. The air was filled with the scent of fragrant oils, floral and luxurious.
More importantly—there were gorgeous young handmaidens massaging his tiny body.
After just a few half-hearted struggles, Bastet finally gave in—
"Purr… purr… purr~"
Like a spoiled kitten, he started purring, surrendering himself to the divine pleasure.
The Elderly Maid and the Handmaiden's Whispered Conversation
The spacious and silent side chamber held no one but a single cat.
As the young handmaiden bathed Bastet, she kept her voice low, chatting with the older maid, Alina.
"Lady Alina, did you hear? When I found out the King was attacked today, my heart was in my throat!" the young maid whispered nervously. "His Majesty is mighty in battle, so I knew he’d be fine. But if he was in a foul mood because of the traitors and took it out on us, wouldn’t we end up like the handmaidens in the royal menagerie? Just thinking about it terrifies me!"
"The King’s temper these past two years has been..."
The speaker was a typical Egyptian girl—her tan complexion enhanced by elongated eyeliner, delicate accents on her eyelids and brows, and her entire body adorned with fragrant oils, making her skin glow under the golden lamplight. Her long black hair was braided and draped behind her, decorated with jewelry that also adorned her ears, neck, wrists, and head.
Despite claiming she was afraid, Bastet squinted up at her for a long time but couldn’t find a single trace of genuine fear—only a stunning face, radiant even in distress. Instead, as she knelt beside the wooden basin, scrubbing Bastet, her ample chest nearly spilled out of the stiff white fabric barely restraining it.
Bastet’s little fur-covered face flushed red, and he hastily averted his gaze.
"The King is a living god in Egypt," Alina said, her previous smile vanishing as she fixed the young maid with a stern look. "We, his servants, must follow him with unwavering faith and obedience."
"Basha, you must never voice such complaints again, not even in your thoughts! I may be lenient, but if the High Priest’s attendants hear you—"
Before she could finish, Bastet felt the handmaid Basha visibly tremble.
"I understand, Lady Alina! I won’t say another word!" Basha hurriedly wiped her wet hands and clasped Alina’s hands, pleading, "I swear to the gods, please, please keep this secret for me!"
Alina's face remained stern, but upon seeing Basha's fearful expression, she softened. Lowering her voice, she changed the subject, bringing up the upcoming selection of the King’s queen in a few days.
Bastet, having witnessed all of this, sighed internally. Truly a kingdom where royal and divine power intertwine... Even speaking ill of one’s superior in private is terrifying.
A Fragrant Cat Returns to the King
By the time Bastet finished his bath, he smelled so fragrant he could probably suffocate a fly with his scent alone.
Alina gently dried him with a clean cloth, wrapped him snugly in a small blanket, and carried him back to the glittering golden royal chambers.
Thinking about the Pharaoh who had threatened to ‘kill’ him, Bastet was filled with unease. His mind conjured up all sorts of terrifying images of monstrous men wielding knives, ready to behead him.
Then, his surroundings shifted again. Bastet snapped out of his thoughts.
Oh. They were at the King’s bed. Alina was kneeling in greeting.
"Your Majesty, the little one has been cleaned."
"Mm. Very well."
A voice—hoarse, indifferent—cut through the air, slipping into Bastet’s little cat ears.
Huh? Bastet flicked his ears. Now that I can hear him clearly, his voice is actually kind of nice...
Damn you, Pharaoh! Let me see how dumb you actually look!
With a determined pop, Bastet stuck his tiny head out of the blanket and looked up—
The first thing he saw, due to his angle, was a pair of long, powerful legs clad in loose, soft white linen.
Even though the fabric was roomy, it was clear—these legs were straighter than the most rigid iron rods! And long!
The pristine cloth clung lightly to his hips and waist, revealing well-defined muscles beneath. His abs were firm and sculpted, dipping into deep, enticing lines against the waistband.
Droplets of water, not yet dry from his bath, clung to his skin, glistening like precious ornaments.
His collarbones rose like sheer cliffs over a sculpted chest. His sharp, handsome face was framed by damp, platinum-blonde hair, strands sticking together and draping over his temples and ears. Beneath thick, dark lashes, his deep blue eyes gleamed like gemstones, hidden beneath the shadow of his brow.
At that moment, he sat shirtless by the four-poster royal bed, one leg crossed over the other. A stack of yellowed parchment rested in his left hand, while his right casually swept his long platinum hair back.
Everything about him was a paradox of raw power and elegance—like a fully grown, beautifully muscled predator, both deadly and graceful.
Even in a palace overflowing with gold and jewels to the point of vulgarity, he alone was what made the room truly regal.
Yofar lazily set down the parchment in his hand, intending to inspect the new little pet he had acquired today.
But the moment he looked down and reached out—
His hand froze just above Bastet’s raised head.
"This cat..."
Yofar frowned.
"Why is it drooling?"
"?!?!"
Alina looked down in confusion.
Sure enough, the little black cat was staring at their King’s face as if hooked, completely entranced!
Its mouth hung open, a string of crystal-clear drool dripping down its chin. Not only that—it had already dribbled onto Alina’s arm without either of them noticing.
Alina: "…" So that’s why my arm felt so warm!
Bastet: (ˉ﹃ˉ)
Bastet: Hehehe… so… so handsome… Y-Y-Yo… Yo… Yo… wanna go out with me?!
Yofar: …
Yofar: Why does this cat’s gaze look so disgusting???
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[Author’s Note: Small Theater]
Bastet: I-I just want his body…
Yofar (removing his robe): Want a lick?
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