Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 184: Hidden depths

After Rory finished dinner, Nix still hadn’t completed his preparations.

She waited in the living room for a while, but when he still didn’t come out, she went back to her own room to take a shower and change into something fresh. Only then did she head toward Nix’s room.

His door wasn’t shut—just slightly ajar.

Curiosity flickered in her chest. What exactly had he done to redecorate?

She reached out and gently pushed the door open.

Inside, the room had already been fully arranged.

Nix, however, was in the walk-in closet, trying on outfits.

All of them were new—things he had bought over the past two days. There were all kinds of styles.

"Which one would Rory like the most?"

A heap of rejected clothes lay piled on a nearby rack.

Tonight was their first time bonding. He had to make sure she was happy.

What if she found him lacking? What if she grew dissatisfied with him later?

"This one?"

He studied himself in the mirror. He was wearing a modified flight suit that framed his figure and showed off his tail perfectly.

But perhaps it revealed too little.

Yuel had advised him to show more—but not everything. It had to be suggestive. Subtle. The kind of look that hinted rather than exposed.

So engrossed in his dilemma, he didn’t notice Rory entering.

Rory stood in the newly decorated room, utterly stunned. Her little kitten had truly outdone himself.

The bed. The sheer canopy drapes. The oversized full-length mirror.

And over there—those additional accessories.

Aside from the color scheme, it was almost identical to Xarion’s room.

Then it clicked—Xarion’s room had also been decorated by Nix.

She hadn’t expected this at all. Her supposedly innocent little kitten... had hidden depths.

Xarion’s room had been done in deep purples.

Nix’s was soft lavender.

Listening to the faint rustling coming from the closet, Rory sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking her chin thoughtfully.

Who would’ve guessed her sweet, straightforward Nix liked this kind of aesthetic?

"Where did he even learn this?"

She rose quietly and padded over to the closet entrance.

Through the slight gap in the door, she peeked inside.

The moment Rory saw what Nix was wearing, her eyes widened.

She had thought the butler outfit he wore last time was already pushing the limit. She hadn’t expected her little kitten to break through that limit entirely.

This outfit was nearly on par with some of Yuel’s more questionable sleepwear.

Wait.

Yuel?

Rory sighed. Don’t tell me he learned all of this from Yuel...

At last, Nix chose the outfit he felt most satisfied with. Just as he turned around, he met Rory’s gaze.

He jumped in surprise and instinctively covered his chest—then immediately realized he had dressed like this specifically for her.

What was there to hide?

"Rory—when did you come in?"

He lowered his hand, eyes shining as he looked at her.

Since he had already noticed her, Rory pushed the door open fully and stepped into the closet.

Her gaze swept over the rack of clothing beside him.

Not a single one could be called "proper."

Without a word, she reached into a nearby drawer, pulled out a tie, and looped it around his neck. Then she tugged him toward the bedroom.

Nix blinked at the sudden addition of the tie.

What was Rory planning?

Was she going to tie him up?

If so, he absolutely wouldn’t resist.

He obediently followed her to the bed—only to be pushed down onto it.

Rory leaned over him, fingers gripping his chin lightly, like a queen holding power over life and death.

"Tell me," she said calmly, "who taught you to decorate the room like this? And who taught you to dress like that?"

Her touch was gentle—so gentle that instead of pain, it only made him feel faintly ticklish.

He shifted slightly, looking guilty.

"Rory... if I tell you, you won’t be mad, right?"

Aside from building mechas, he truly didn’t know much about anything else.

She nodded. "I promise. I won’t be angry."

Only then did he speak.

"It was Yuel. I asked him for advice. I... I’m only good at making mechas. I don’t really understand this kind of thing, so I could only consult him."

Of course it was Yuel.

Rory smiled faintly. "And Xarion’s room—was that Yuel’s idea too?"

Nix nodded quickly. "Yes. Xarion said he wanted a room you’d like, so I asked Yuel for help. After all, in this house, Yuel is the best at making you happy."

One Rank-ten beast core had funded two rooms that Rory would love.

Totally worth it.

"Rooms I’d like?"

Slander.

Defamation.

Yuel was absolutely slandering her.

I am perfectly pure, thank you very much.

Rory ground her teeth silently. Tomorrow, she was going to have a serious conversation with Yuel.

Seeing her fall suddenly quiet, Nix’s tail cautiously curled around her waist.

"Rory... will you kiss me?"

He liked it when she looked at him like this—confident, commanding. It made his heart pound wildly.

Rory looked at his slightly flushed, handsome face. Slowly, she slipped the tie from around his neck and wound it around his wrists instead.

Then she leaned down and kissed him.

The moment her lips touched his, Nix’s breathing hitched. His mind went blank.

At first, the kiss was light—barely a brush, like a feather drifting across his skin. But in the next heartbeat, it deepened.

Her fingers slid along his wrists, tightening the tie just enough to hold him in place. The smooth fabric grazed his skin, sending a subtle tremor through him.

A low sound escaped his throat as he instinctively tried to move—only for Rory’s other hand to press him firmly back down.

His tail had already wound itself tightly around her waist without conscious thought. The soft fur brushed against her clothes with a faint rustling sound.

His ears burned hot. His breathing turned uneven as his forehead pressed lightly against hers.

"Rory..." His voice was rough, strained. The tip of his tail curled tighter. "Don’t tease me..."

Her lips trailed slowly down along his jaw, brushing his throat. The faint scrape of her teeth made him shiver.

"Then ask properly," she murmured.

His breathing completely unraveled.

Her lips lingered at his throat, teeth grazing lightly over the sensitive pulse beneath his skin—teasing, unhurried, like a hunter savoring her advantage.

His chest rose and fell sharply. The tie around his wrists left a faint flush on his skin where he had shifted against it.

And yet he had no desire to break free.

If anything, he wanted her to hold him tighter.

"Please..." he whispered hoarsely, his tail now fully wrapped around her waist, the soft tip slipping beneath the hem of her clothing to brush lightly against her lower back. "...Rory."

Her slender fingers drifted lazily across his chest.

"Good."

...

As the night deepened, the intensity gradually softened.

Their breathing slowed, tangled and warm.

Nix lay sprawled against the rumpled sheets, the tie around his wrists loosened now, hanging there like the lingering trace of a mark.

His fingers absently toyed with the strip of fabric, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

He hadn’t known that surrendering control could feel this intoxicating.

Rory lay on her side beside him, idly twirling the tip of his tail around her finger.

"What are you smiling about?" she asked, nudging his leg lightly.

Nix rolled over and leaned in, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply, unable to resist rubbing his nose against her skin like a beast marking his territory.

"...Not telling you."