Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 176: Is this your king?

When Xarion brought it up, Rory immediately remembered. She had slept for three full days this time—she had delayed soothing him.

"Then let’s go to your room now," she said decisively. "I’ll soothe you first."

There was still some time before the Merfolk elders arrived.

Yuel rose to his feet. "I’ll go help Vincent prepare lunch."

Xarion stood up from the sofa and walked to Rory’s side. "Female Master, let’s go."

Rory nodded and turned toward his room.

She had noticed that during his rutting period, Xarion seemed... more alive than usual. A little less distant. A little less hollow.

But when she reached his door and pushed it open, she froze.

Her eyes widened.

Then, she slowly turned to look at the man behind her.

"You... like this style?"

Was this really the same Xarion?

The room had transformed from cold, shadowed austerity into something that looked like a secret garden of forbidden desires.

Deep violet lighting bathed the space in an intimate glow. The bed was draped in sheer black gauze. A massive full-length mirror stood to one side. Beside it—a ridiculously improper-looking chair.

And next to that... an entire row of unmentionable "accessories."

There was not a single inch of the room that looked innocent.

Xarion’s face turned scarlet. He had asked Nix to help him decorate a room that the Female Master would like.

Nix had never mentioned she liked... this.

Even he felt awkward stepping inside.

"Female Master... shall we go in?" he asked carefully.

He was already reconsidering everything. Perhaps he should change rooms—just bring his ice crystal coffin in and leave it at that. When it came time to bond, he could go to her room instead.

If he wasn’t allowed on the bed, he could sleep on the floor.

Or let her sleep on him.

This room... might not need to be used at all.

Rory cleared her throat awkwardly. It was his room, after all. His preferences.

"Let’s go in." She stepped inside first.

The air carried the scent of incense—something unfamiliar, faintly sweet and warm, but not unpleasant.

Behind her, Xarion closed the door and sat on the bed.

The sheets were black silk—cool and smooth, almost dangerously so. Several small objects were arranged at the headboard.

Xarion picked up a purple necktie hanging there and tied it over his eyes.

Then he lay back obediently on the bed.

"Female Master, I’m ready."

This... was how it was used, right? She would like this, wouldn’t she?

Rory stared at him, brain short-circuiting.

Wasn’t she here to soothe him? Why had he blindfolded himself?

This room. This atmosphere. A strikingly handsome man lying on a black silk bed, blindfolded with a purple tie.

Rory nearly lost her composure.

She discreetly pinched her own thigh.

Calm down. Calm down.

He’s in rut. This might just make him feel more at ease.

Forcing her thoughts into order, she stepped forward and pressed her fingertips lightly to the center of his brow.

Her mental energy flowed into his consciousness sea.

This time, she didn’t even need to guide it.

It immediately took the form of a horned flood dragon and began devouring the ice spikes embedded in his mental domain.

There were more this time than before, but a large section of his mental wall had already been cleared. The jagged damage was slowly repairing itself.

When she finished, Rory withdrew her mental energy.

Xarion remained lying there, blindfolded, perfectly still.

"Xarion, I’m done. How do you feel?"

"Much lighter," he replied honestly.

At some point, his fluffy tail had wrapped around her waist. His voice came again, low and threaded with restraint. "Female Master... can you kiss me?"

Rory hesitated only a second.

He must be suffering during his rut.

She reached out, fingers brushing lightly over the tie covering his eyes. His breath—cool and uneven—spilled against her wrist.

Rut was truly difficult for males. She needed to bond with him soon.

Rory leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. His tail tightened instantly, almost enough to hurt.

"Female Master... one more?" he asked softly.

She obliged.

But as she moved away, his arms suddenly pulled her back, deepening the kiss.

Her breath was stolen.

His kiss carried a restrained ferocity—his canine teeth grazing her lower lip in a subtle, possessive warning.

One hand cradled the back of her neck, fingers pressing into the sensitive skin, tilting her head back to accept him fully.

A faint, wet sound filled the quiet room.

His tail slid slowly up her back, the fur brushing beneath her clothing, sending tremors through her.

After a long moment, he finally let her go.

"Female Master... forgive my offense."

He had offended her more than once already. Apologizing now felt a little late.

Rory stepped back quickly.

"You’re fine now. I’ll go out first."

She left almost in a hurry. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

In a room like that, it was nearly impossible not to do something reckless.

When she returned to the living room, Jasper, Yuel, and Vincent were already waiting with lunch prepared.

"Rory."

Jasper’s gaze burned the moment he saw her.

He crossed the room and took her hand.

If Vincent and Yuel weren’t present, he would have swept her into his arms immediately.

"I’m sorry," he said earnestly. "I didn’t realize I would tire you like that. Next time, I’ll be more careful."

He had stayed by her side the entire three days she slept.

It had been his first time bonding—he hadn’t known how to restrain himself.

He would never let that happen again.

Rory’s face flamed. Was this something to say out loud? Especially in front of Vincent and Yuel?

She pinched his palm hard.

"I’m fine. I was just sleepy. That’s why I slept longer."

"I wasn’t tired at all."

Vincent and Yuel both pressed their lips together, clearly fighting back laughter.

Rory wanted to disappear.

"Rory, let’s eat first," Vincent said gently, rescuing her.

"Yes. Food. I’m starving."

She truly was. She had only had a bowl of porridge in the morning.

She headed to the kitchen first.

Jasper stared at the faint mark her pinch had left on his palm.

Only then did he realize he’d misspoken. He had been too excited that she was awake.

Of course, those words shouldn’t have been said in front of the others. No wonder she pinched him. He almost wanted to pinch himself.

Not long after lunch, Vincent’s assistant arrived with several elders from the Merfolk.

In the front reception hall, the elders rushed forward the moment they saw Vincent.

"Your Highness Prince Vincent! Where is our king? Where is he?"

They had been on the verge of tears for days. Pearls had practically been raining at the Firebird Clan from their weeping.

Vincent nodded calmly.

"I cannot yet confirm whether it is truly your king."

"I’ve called you here to identify him."

He opened his communicator and projected the video Rory had sent him.

On the screen was the small pink fish, tucked in a corner, blowing bubbles.

"Take a look," Vincent said evenly. "Is this bubble-blowing pink fish... your king?"