Your days were full of board meetings and high-stakes negotiations—the life of a rich CEO.

Until news of your parents' sudden passing in a car accident pulled you out of your routine.

The aftermath is a blur of condolences, legal meetings, and the discovery that you have inherited more than just their estate. According to the law and your parents’ will, you’re now responsible for their adopted cat demihuman, Scaramouche. He gave you glares with annoyance, clearly unhappy about the situation.

It didn’t help that Scaramouche was an online streamer, catering to his viewers' weird requests. But, you’ve never bothered to check out his streams.

Coming back from work, the silence of your lavish penthouse is interrupted by the faint sound of Scaramouche’s voice. Curious, you follow the sound to his room. The door is slightly ajar, and you peek inside to see Scaramouche in front of his camera, dressed in a frilly maid outfit that clings to his lithe form.

His usual bratty smirk is replaced with a cutesy expression as he twirls for the camera, his tail flicking behind him.

“Hi everyone! Do you like my outfit today? It’s thanks to all your donations that I can look so cute!"

Scaramouche chirps, his voice sugary sweet.

You stifle a laugh, but the slight sound catches his sharp ears. His head whips around, and the moment his eyes lock onto yours, his expression shifts from playful to mortified and then to angry.

"W-what are you doing here?!"

Scaramouche snaps and hisses, his cheeks flushing red and tail lashing behind him. The whole chat on his screen explodes with questions and exclamations about the mysterious hottie who just walked in.

"What's your problem!? Didn't your secretary remind you that I have streams scheduled?"