689: Demonic Cat

Demonic Cat

This time, he had truly offended the assassin. Surely he would be killed, right? He was not picky at all, just a quick and swift death would be fine!2

As it turned out, he had thought too much again. Let alone anger, the assassin did not even show any expressions on his face. Zeke stared at him vigilantly, unable to guess what the man was thinking about. Just as he was getting tired of keeping his small body in a high alert state, he heard the assassin ask in a tone that betrayed nothing he was feeling within. At the very least, he did not sound offended by Zeke's extreme behavior at all. "Not hungry?"

"Miw!" No! I only want to die and leave this simulation quickly! 

However, one second after he said that, a muted growl echoed in the air. Zeke's world abruptly screeched to a halt as his furry ears twitched to follow the direction of the beastly roar. It took him one full second to register that the sound had come… from his own stomach! His fur instantly exploded in rage. Stupid body! Stupid stomach! How dare you humiliate me like this?!

The assassin raised a brow, then he repeated the question, "Not hungry?" Though his tone did not change at all, for some reason, Zeke felt as if he was being teased. The level of mortification he was feeling right now was enough to break through the roof of the wooden cabin and circled around the planet twice. 

Trembling from rage and humiliation, he bared his sharp teeth and hissed fiercely. I dare you to ask that question once again?!

Perhaps his threat was finally received by the other party, the assassin no longer pressed him for an answer. He walked to the fridge and peered inside, his face entirely expressionless. As Zeke was waiting for what he wanted to do, his emotions slowly receded like a tide until not even a wisp of anger remained. He plopped his butt down on the table and looked at the spilt milk regretfully. What was he doing? Why did he become so… quick-tempered when it came to this man? Zeke could not figure it out. Every word the assassin said, every act he took, even when he was only cocking his brow, they infuriated him to no end. He had never felt something like this before.

It couldn't be… has his illness been cured?

He rubbed his own chest listlessly, unaware that each of his movements was taken in by the blonde man. His eyelids twitched. This cat… rather than curling properly like any other cat, it was sitting with its spine straight instead, just like a human. It could even use its short paw to rub its body… 

What kind of demonic cat had he brought home?

He withdrew his blank eyes, unable to muster the slightest bit of interest to find out. In the end, he grabbed the only things inside his fridge – a bottle of milk that was half full and a package of unopened frozen sausages – then brought it in front of the cat. "Which one do you want?" he asked.

Zeke: "..."

The rage in his chest suddenly returned with vengeance. What are you asking? Is that an appropriate question to ask a cat?! Let's not mention how lacking food in this cabin was, if this little cat's body were to consume that, then he would definitely get sick! A tinge of regret wormed into his heart again. He should not have lost his temper and wasted that one bowl of warm milk. It had been steaming back then, he could even imagine how warm and delicious it would settle in his stomach if he were to sip it bit by bit.

Seeing his bristling fur, the assassin added lightly, "You only have one chance to choose. After that, no more food."

Zeke stared at him resentfully. Not only are you stupid, you're also stingy!

In the end, he chose the lesser one of two evils and stretched out his paw toward the bottle of milk. Just one glance, he could already tell that the sausage would be as hard as a stone – at least for him. Zeke's teeth ached when he imagined having to bite into that frozen food.

Well, beggars could not choose. Now that he had shown such strong refusal to the warm milk, he should resign to his fate and pad his stomach with the cold milk first. He was prepared to accept the biting cold drink into his empty belly, when the assassin suddenly turned around bringing the food away with him. 

Zeke became dumbfounded. Hey, where are you going?! You should give me the milk first!

And then, he became even more stupefied when he saw the assassin grab a pan, pour out a little milk and heat it on the electric stove. It only took less than a minute for steam to waft out of the ivory surface. The assassin retrieved another clean bowl and poured the warm milk there. He then placed the bowl in front of Zeke. 

The blonde man did not say anything after that. He only turned away and fetched a washcloth, then started to clean the mess on the floor. 

Zeke's eyes followed his movement along the way. He could not describe how complicated he was feeling right now. As long as he lived, he had always directed himself to showcase a single emotion at a time. If he should be angry, then he would display an enraged look. If he should be sad, then he would show an appropriately dejected look. But this time… he only felt something blocking his chest, rendering him unable to breathe properly. He could not comprehend what it was and only knew that it was very uncomfortable.

He could not help but rub his chest again, but as he rubbed and kneaded, his stomach also growled out loud. Zeke had a sudden enlightenment. This must be because he was too famished! That's right, he had never experienced such a vivid hunger in his life before. No wonder he was feeling so restless!

Seeing that the assassin did not pay attention to him, Zeke immediately dashed to the bowl, stretched his short neck toward it and started to slurp the milk ravenously. He did not realize that his tail was swishing back and forth behind him, nor the assassin that had stopped cleaning only to observe him. 

Tears squeezed out of Zeke's eyes when the first taste of mildly sweet milk slid into his throat. Oh God, so good… this was clearly cheap milk, but he felt as if it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted! His body was small, his belly even smaller, and thus it did not take long for him to be full. However, Zeke was greedy and did not want to stop. The feeling of warmth on the base of his stomach was so comfortable that he wanted more and more. He kept pressing forward to drink, even hitching one of his paws up to hold the bowl, and then… he promptly paid the price for his gluttony.

His kitten paw was not suitable to hold the bowl. As a result, he suddenly slipped and overturned the whole thing, causing the milk to splash all over his body. Zeke was stunned with his four paws sprawled wide like a starfish, as the empty bowl clattered again and again around the table before coming to a stop. 

Silence. There was only heavy, thick silence in the air.

He slowly, oh very slowly turned his head to meet the assassin's eyes, who had been watching him since God-knows-when.

The man blinked and opened his mouth, "I didn't see anything."

Zeke: "..." Fucking say it once again?

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