Hate Me, Witch!-Chapter 108: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Kitty Have?

Chapter 108: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Kitty Have?

That white cat… is this the Summoned Beast Sylvia said she’s leaving behind to help me watch the house?

Xia Ya stared at the white cat lazily yawning on the sofa, momentarily confused.

In his mind, any Summoned Beast above the Imperial Tier—like Crown Gryphons, Black-Scaled Wyverns, or Guderian’s Rose Emperor, even the Molten Tortoise and Adamantine Turtle—were all huge and imposing types.

After all, for most Summoned Beasts, the bigger the body, the more mana they could store, and the higher their vitality and strength stats—this was a widely accepted rule across the Western Continent.

But a lineup like Xia Ya’s, where all the Summoned Beasts went the cute route, was pretty rare.

That said, thinking it over carefully, although Sylvia was nominally a Legendary Beastmaster who’d broken past the Throne Tier, he had actually never seen any of her Summoned Beasts.

Back during the banquet in the Hall of Oaths, when Sylvia made a move, she didn’t summon a single pet. Just a single Word Spirit was enough to one-shot that Legendary-tier Rose Emperor. A proper humanoid Palu—a walking catastrophe.

So thinking about it now, it’s not impossible her pets are all ornamental or support-types… but since she left this one to watch the house, it probably wasn’t weak either.

Xia Ya crouched slightly and reached out to pat the white cat’s head.

The white cat didn’t resist, even squinting its argent eyes in enjoyment.

“Is it because of the Soul Pact? Influenced by Sylvia as its Beastmaster, so it’s also naturally fond of me?”

Thinking that, Xia Ya picked up the white cat with its silky silver fur from the sofa and held it in his arms.

He clearly felt the cat’s body stiffen for a brief moment when he picked it up.

But it quickly relaxed again and leaned into his chest, looking all cuddly and asking for pets and hugs.

“Yingyingying~”

Off to the side, the little Snow Ferret let out a resentful cry.

That spot in Xia Ya’s arms—that was its private seat!

But ever since Crimson joined the party, its exclusive cuddle position had been stolen by the Little Silver Spirit. Xia Ya seemed to prefer hugging that red Star-Spirit puffball as a pillow instead of a fluffy Snow Ferret.

And now, here came another one stealing its spot.

Once the main pet that monopolized all of Xia Ya’s love, its household status just kept dropping.

Could it be that the childhood friend could never beat the newcomer?

But…

“Ying~”

A flicker of confusion passed through the Snow Ferret’s cry.

It had no memory whatsoever of this white cat.

But based on beastly instinct, it definitely sensed a trace of familiarity from this cat.

That sensation disappeared, though, the moment the white cat lazily cracked open its eyes and gave the Snow Ferret a glance with those argent irises. The familiarity vanished completely, leaving the Snow Ferret shaking its head in confusion.

Was it just its imagination?

Xia Ya didn’t pay much attention to their interaction.

“Silver, don’t get jealous.”

“This one's a big shot—you’ll be counting on it to watch over you in the future.”

“If it’s Sylvia’s Summoned Beast… then are you Imperial Tier? Or Legendary Tier?”

“Eh, whatever. Either way, I’m leaving the mansion’s safety in your paws…”

Xia Ya rubbed his face against the cat’s.

“I’m not too worried about myself, honestly. But I do worry about little Ai.”

“That silly girl’s too stubborn. She doesn’t know how to adapt, and when danger comes, she doesn’t hide. I really worry that if I’m away, something might happen to her.”

As he cuddled the cat, feeling the soft, fluffy silver fur brushing against his cheek, Xia Ya walked toward the bedroom upstairs.

“Actually… meeting your master again, I was really excited.”

“It’s like that wife you raised from a game showed up in real life to come find you.”

“And unlike little Ai’s flat board, Sylvia has the ideal figure I’ve always dreamed of… all the right curves in all the right places, totally built for the things Ai can’t do…”

“And the most important thing is—she’s got white hair. Back in my hometown, everyone was a white-hair fan, especially the older-woman witch type. She hits all my XPs!”

“Honestly, I just want to fall asleep in Sylvia’s facial cleanser every night and be woken up by her OOO in the morning. Just thinking about it is amazing—it’s my dream life…”

Creak.

The bedroom door opened. Xia Ya stepped inside and turned on the magitech lamp for lighting.

“It’s just… I have my pride too, y’know.”

“In my memories, she was still that little girl who followed behind me, waving a notebook and writing ‘Brother Xia Ya’. Now in the blink of an eye, she’s become that domineering Argent Witch…”

“Not that I don’t love powerful big sisters and CEO-type Sylvias… but this puts my position at home in danger.”

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“As a man who’s determined to become a harem king, I can only be on top, not on the bottom… if we’re only going with one position, then it’s gotta be the riding position.”

“Yeah… and the thought of conquering a high-and-mighty Throne-tier Beastmaster in bed—it’s a real sense of achievement.”

“Sure, it sounds like a distant goal. The gap between Master and Throne Tier isn’t small…”

“But ever since I was born, there hasn’t been a single thing I wanted that I couldn’t do. I even blasphemed a Twilight Ancient God. So this riding position—I’ll definitely make it happen. And it won’t take long.”

As he spoke, Xia Ya noticed the white cat in his arms getting softer and softer.

Like water, with a faint heat, reminding him of the saying that cats are liquid.

Only then did Xia Ya realize he’d been talking too much.

Too much had happened today, to the point it left him feeling stifled.

Normally, when something was on his mind, he’d confide in Ailora… but today the vibe wasn’t quite right, and the things in his heart weren’t ones he could let Ai know about.

So after dinner, when faced with this seemingly harmless white cat, Xia Ya unconsciously developed a desire to vent.

He stroked the silver fur on the cat in his arms and spoke with a heavy tone.

“Oops, said too much. You better not tell Sylvia, or I’ll die from social shame.”

“You wouldn’t want your future male owner to socially die, right? There’s a long road ahead, and I’ll badmouth you in front of Sylvia every day till you lose favor, you know?”

“Got it? If you understand, meow once.”

A long moment later.

Xia Ya finally heard a soft, almost imperceptible meow from the white cat in his arms.

Meow—

Xia Ya nodded in satisfaction, rubbed the cat’s head, and placed it gently on the bed.

Then he saw the white cat collapse limply onto the bed.

Moments later, it quietly wriggled into his blanket.

Noticing Xia Ya’s gaze, the white cat peeked its little head out from under the covers and blinked those big argent eyes at him, looking completely innocent.

What bad intentions could a little kitty possibly have?