Chapter 220: Poor Boy
"Ara?" she giggled with her tail swaying in hypnotic arcs behind her plump rear. "I sense a great deal of inner turmoil! Do you suffer from trauma, perhaps?~ Poor boy~"
Her tone was mocking, though not cruel. Just amused. Like a cat toying with a mouse that thought it was a wolf.
Jack’s face twisted into a scowl.
"Watch your mouth, freak," he snarled. "This is our guild. I don’t care what you used to be! You’re tame now. A pet on a leash."
Instead of taking offense at the man’s incredibly rude comments, Bastet gave a pleased sigh and leaned into Kaiden’s shoulder, moving up and down needily. Her golden feline eyes became half-lidded in bliss as her cheek pressed into the fabric of his jacket. Her purrs grew louder, silk-soft but unmistakable, more than simple purrs: those were the purrs of a wildcat ready to go into heat at a moment’s notice.
"Yeah... I used to be a feral woman, I won’t deny that. But truth be told..."
She looked up at Kaiden with sultry eyes, her tail flicking with dangerous delight.
"I quite like being a pet. His pet. Master gives such good scratches~ And..."
She paused, glancing sidelong at Jack as her honeyed voice lowered, no longer pleasant.
"He’s very protective of what he considers his."
Kaiden’s eyes met Jack’s. These eyes weren’t the warm, teasing ones his fans saw on their recent streams. Nor the tired, thoughtful ones he showed the girls when planning streams or their future moves.
No.