Future Beast World: Becoming A Pampered Beauty-Chapter 330 - 269: Behaving Now

That night, Sang Luo lay in bed, giddy with excitement. She was calculating just how many more days it would take for Minos to finally get sick of her and kick her out!

Just as she was drifting off to sleep in the middle of the night, a pair of long, slender hands slid around her waist and pulled her into an embrace. Sang Luo startled awake, her eyes meeting the man’s deep, brilliant gaze.

"...Huh?"

’Wait, why did he actually come over?’

Before Sang Luo could react, Minos’s body pressed down on hers. He untied the belt of her nightgown, then pushed himself up slightly. From somewhere, he produced a cup of Warmth Wine and tried to give it to her.

Sang Luo’s expression changed drastically, and she turned her head away, refusing to drink.

Minos grabbed her chin with one hand and turned her face back toward him. He then took a mouthful of the Warmth Wine, lowered his head, and captured her lips, working to part them and pour the liquid inside.

It was Sang Luo’s first time tasting Warmth Wine. It wasn’t sharp or strong like other liquors; it had a faint, sweet fragrance and an indescribable sweetness that made her head feel fuzzy, causing her to subconsciously lower her guard. Minos seized the opportunity, deepening the kiss, invading and exploring every inch of her fragrant mouth.

He had never done such a thing with a female before. But having lived for a thousand years, how could he have seen nothing at all?

Every mating season, those Angels in heat would engage in chaotic trysts everywhere—in groups of two, three, four... in the bushes, on rooftops, in trees... He never intentionally sought it out, but he would always stumble upon such scenes.

In the past, however, Minos had felt no stirrings in his heart. Watching such things was no different from looking at the flowers, grass, and stones by the roadside. Sometimes, when the rutting Beastmen went too far in their madness, he would even feel a sense of disgust, wanting to toss all these corrupting influences into a temporal rift and exile them.

Now, however, Minos’s state of mind was completely different. His body was feeling a novel excitement, a sensation so wonderful and enchanting that he couldn’t stop the primal, masculine urge to perform... the act of procreation with the little female before him.

His fingers landed on her back, moving to untie her bandeau.

Terrified, Sang Luo bit down hard on the tip of his tongue.

The taste of blood filled their mouths, but Minos’s expression didn’t flicker in the slightest. He slowly undid her final restraint, leaving them bare against each other.

When Sang Luo clearly felt the change in his body, she froze completely, dumbfounded.

Minos finally released her lips, his kisses trailing down from her collarbone, painting a winding path of red marks across her snow-white, delicate skin.

Sang Luo’s body gave an uncontrollable shudder. She forced back the soft moan that almost escaped her throat, her breathing coming in ragged gasps. "I told you... Children can only be conceived from love. You can’t... you can’t have one with me like this..."

"You were the one who invited me," Minos said, his hand stroking her face. His body was in a state of extreme arousal, poised and ready, yet his voice was incredibly calm and hoarse.

"I... I was tricking you on purpose!" Sang Luo clenched her jaw. As he continued his movements, a shy mist clouded her dark eyes, which were as bright as the moon in the night sky. "I just wanted to embarrass you, to deliberately provoke you so you’d kick me out!"

’I’m coming clean, so can’t you just let me go?’

Minos pushed himself up slightly, looking directly down at her: her messy dark hair, her flushed face, her misty eyes, and the unobstructed view of her snowy skin.

She had no idea how alluring she looked right now.

"I’m not angry. I like it very much."

Sang Luo was stunned.

’Shouldn’t he hate my guts?’

"But I don’t like you, and I don’t want to do this with you."

"..."

A long silence fell between them.

In the end, Minos didn’t do anything. He got dressed and left.

Sang Luo lay on the bed, wrapped tightly in her blanket. It took a long while for her to come back to her senses.

She smacked her head in frustration.

The rumors hadn’t been wrong. The mistake was that she’d been led astray by the servants.

It was true that Minos didn’t like promiscuous females, but that was only if they weren’t partners. No one likes being randomly sexually harassed by a stranger. But the two of them were, in name, official partners! How could she be compared to an outsider? Sang Luo thought back on everything she had done recently. Wasn’t it all just blatant seduction and foreplay?!

Sang Luo buried her head deep in her blankets. ’I’m such an idiot!’

’From the start, I shouldn’t have made him the target. If I was going to seduce someone, it should have been other males. I should have made him a cuckold!’

But as soon as the thought appeared, Sang Luo quickly rejected it.

’No, no, no. I can’t bring myself to do that. To drag some innocent person into this and get myself into another romantic entanglement... at that point, I might as well just have a child for Minos.’

And so Sang Luo became depressed again, losing all the liveliness she’d had over the past few days.

She shut herself in her room and hardly went out.

One day, she was leaning on her windowsill, chin in her hands, boredly staring at the scenery outside, when a familiar figure entered her line of sight.

A patrol of Beastmen was passing through the woods outside the hall.

Leading them was a well-built Beastman with curly brown hair.

Sang Luo waved. "Ilodi!"

Her voice wasn’t loud, but Ilodi’s ears twitched; he had heard her perfectly clearly. After saying a few words to the Beastman beside him, he left the patrol and walked toward Sang Luo. On the way, he plucked a flower from a tree and offered it to her when he reached her window.

"Holy Consort, it’s been a long time."

Sang Luo happily took the flower and sniffed it. It was fragrant. "What a coincidence. I haven’t seen you at all since you were transferred."

"Evil Beasts have been invading outside the city recently, so I was sent to lead a team out there. I only just got back a couple of days ago." Ilodi’s gaze was gentle as he looked at her. He bit his lip, a little shy. "Has the noble female been adjusting well these days? If the noble female wishes, I can apply to be transferred back."

"You can do that?" In the month she had spent at the Holy Palace, Ilodi was the only one she had a good impression of. Or rather, he was the only person she had met who seemed somewhat normal.

"I can submit a request to my unit. Barring any surprises, it should be approved."

"That’s wonderful! The two guards at the door are so cold. They can’t compare to you at all." Sang Luo smiled happily.

Seeing her smile, Ilodi’s face turned a little red...

He took out a bracelet. "I found some pretty stones outside the city and just wove them into this. It’s not worth anything, but I thought the color would suit the noble female."

Sang Luo accepted the pearly-pink bracelet. "Thank you, it’s beautiful... Wait here for a moment."

She went back into her room and returned shortly after. Ilodi was standing outside the window, waiting for her.

Sang Luo handed him a cup of Water and two pieces of fruit-and-nut bread. "I know being on patrol is hard work. You haven’t eaten this morning, have you? Here, have something to tide you over."

"Thank you, noble female!" Ilodi was overwhelmed by the gesture, and the tips of his ears turned red.

In the Angel Clan, females would never take the initiative to interact with males. If a female started a conversation and even gave a male a gift, it meant she had a favorable impression of him.

"Holy Consort, I... I have other duties. I must be going."

"Mhm, go on then," Sang Luo said with a wave.

Ilodi departed in a flustered hurry, running to catch up with his patrol.

Sang Luo let out a small, amused laugh, the gloom on her face scattering. She turned around and walked right into Minos’s chest.

’When did he get here?’

’He’s completely silent, like a ghost!’