Chapter 8: Serving My Mistress Is My Honor
Chiyou wiped away his tears, choking up as he said, “I… I’ve never eaten anything this delicious.”
“Sniff… sniff… Mistress, you’re too good to me.”
He leapt into Luo Luo’s arms, his whole body trembling.
Uh… he was still crying.
Luo Luo was a bit speechless but comforted him, “Don’t cry. From now on, you can eat delicious meat like this every day.”
“Really? Mistress isn’t lying to me, right?”
“I’m not.”
“Then… a pinky promise?”
A large, dark hand reached out and held Luo Luo’s, thumb pressing against hers, followed by their pinkies hooking tightly together.
“Mistress, you’re so kind. How could there be a mistress as good as you?”
Chiyou’s eyes practically sparkled. His mother hadn’t lied—having a cat-clan mistress meant he could spend his whole life without worrying about food.
As long as he obeyed and stayed by his mistress’s side, every day would be filled with tasty meals.
Suddenly, life seemed full of hope. Chiyou stood up, saying, “Mistress, whatever you need, just tell me.”
Luo Luo pointed to some dry branches, “Then go fetch some more of these.”
Chiyou wagged his tail like a happy puppy. His mistress had given him work to do! He really wasn’t a useless male.
Ziye couldn’t stand seeing him act so obsequious. “Are you sick? You’re bribed with just a piece of meat?”
Chiyou bristled, “None of your business. If you gave me meat, I wouldn’t even eat it.”
He didn’t eat just anyone’s meat—he only ate the delicious meat given by his mistress.
Other meat? It barely caught his attention anymore.
“Eat two more pieces first. There’s no rush to collect the dry branches.”
Luo Luo picked up another piece of meat and fed it to him. Chiyou opened his mouth and swallowed with a smile.
“Mm, delicious. Food from my mistress is always the best.”
Ziye suddenly coughed violently. “Isn’t that disgusting? Why is it tasty just because she feeds it to you? Is she salt or something?”
Chiyou pouted. “I think you’re just sour because you can’t have it. You’re so capable, so powerful, the top male, so why doesn’t the mistress feed you?”
Luo Luo had barely put the meat in her mouth before she froze—she thought she caught a whiff of Cha Cha’s scent.
[Ding dong, Chiyou’s favorability has increased to 50 points.] Finally, the system changed its prompt.
[Congratulations, Host. Another 50 points and your target will be 1/12 completed. Host, what do you want? I can make an exception for you.]
Luo Luo tilted her head to look at Chiyou and asked, “Do you have metal bull horns?”
The fastest way to raise Chiyou’s favor was, of course, to repair his horns.
After a pause, the system replied, [No bull horns available, but there are iron blocks.]
As soon as the system spoke, Luo Luo felt the weight in her arms suddenly grow. She reached inside and felt a large chunk of iron.
As she thought about how to forge a new set of horns, Chiyou had already run off to collect dry branches.
Ziye saw Luo Luo looking preoccupied and couldn’t help but scoff.
“So, you pretend to be kind in front of him, but once he leaves, you return to your malicious self. Luo Luo, I really overestimated you.”
Earlier, she had said she wouldn’t hit Chiyou again. He thought she had changed, but she had just been pretending. Playing both sides—did she think he was a fool?
He wasn’t like Chiyou, who could still count money after being sold. Clumsy and irritating.
Luo Luo was unfazed. Since Ziye couldn’t be managed for now, she’d focus on the other males—she had plenty anyway.
Ziye watched silently as she ate, feeling inexplicably frustrated. Why wasn’t she fighting him?
“See, wasn’t I right?”
Luo Luo nodded perfunctorily. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re right about everything, okay?”
Ziye got even angrier. “Right is right, wrong is wrong! What’s with ‘okay’?” He sounded like she was blaming him.
When Chiyou came back with a pile of dry branches, he saw Ziye’s dark, scary expression.
Chiyou shoved him aside. “Who’s always frowning like that? Who are you trying to scare?”
He put down the branches and sat close to Luo Luo. “Mistress, I collected all this. Is it enough?”
Luo Luo looked at the mountain of firewood and nodded, satisfied. “Well done.”
She fed Chiyou another piece of meat. “You’ve worked hard. Eat more.”
Chiyou’s cheeks puffed out as he chewed. “Not hard at all. Serving my mistress is my honor.”
Luo Luo was very pleased. This was how a male should behave.
Without comparison, there’s no sense of loss. Ziye stood like a statue, scowling and not helping at all.
Chiyou not only worked hard but also boosted morale.
Seeing her father doing nothing, Ajin took the chance to grab some meat.
Since the evil mistress was eating, she wouldn’t hurt herself.
Ajin didn’t know how to use chopsticks. The beast-men usually ate with their hands.
He clumsily held chopsticks, failing several times before finally picking up a small piece of meat.
“Brother, eat this!”
Acang swallowed nervously, biting down, glaring at Luo Luo. “Evil mistress, don’t think a few scraps will trick me… Woah, it’s really delicious.”
Soon, the two cubs were happily eating, and they offered a piece to Ziye.
“Father, you eat too.”
Ziye turned his head. “I don’t like this kind of food.”
“Tch!” Luo Luo laughed. “Keep pretending, then.”
After dinner, the sun had begun to set. Though exhausted, Luo Luo insisted on taking a bath.
Beast or human, beast-men or humans—no matter where she was, she wanted to stay clean.
Being clean kept her mood good—and luck followed.
“Chiyou, where can I bathe?”
“There, Mistress. I’ll take you.”
Chiyou led her to the river. “Do you want me to help scrub your back?”
Facing this handsome charm, Luo Luo almost agreed, but a thread of remaining rationality made her refuse.
“No, I… can’t relax with you here.”
“Huh? Why not?”
Chiyou didn’t understand. Didn’t everyone bathe together in the river? Mistress had even bathed with 12 males before—she seemed to enjoy it, pushing heads under water, forcing them to drink her foot wash, even making them lick her feet.
“Don’t ask. Let’s go, or I’ll get angry,” Luo Luo threatened.
For a obedient male, the highest threat was her getting angry.
Immediately, Chiyou agreed. “Alright, I’ll go collect branches.”
When Chiyou returned alone, Ziye sneered, “What, she didn’t want to bathe with you? Sent you back?”
Beast-men were most vulnerable when bathing or sleeping.
If Luo Luo truly trusted Chiyou, she’d have kept him by her side. But she didn’t—she was still cautious.
Chiyou plopped down and teased, “Big brother, do you really want to bathe with the mistress? If you want to, just say so. Frowning won’t show what you’re thinking.”
Ziye was speechless. Talking to this stubborn, wooden-headed guy was impossible. Too infuriating.
Looking at the sun setting, he said lightly, “Night is coming. She’s going to die!”
With that, he grabbed the two cubs, disappearing again.
Chiyou leaned on the cave entrance and shouted inside, “Hey! What are you hiding in there for? Who’s going to die?”
Ziye covered his ears, forcing himself to stay calm, ignoring him.
As Luo Luo entered the water, dozens of glowing eyes emerged from the forest behind her.
A pack of hungry wolves was slowly approaching.
“Ah…”
Luo Luo screamed, clutching her face, terror written all over her.
