Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 188: Hot and cold

Rory looked at Xarion, who was sprawled across the floor with his collar open, half of his chest exposed.

"Xarion, what are you doing lying on the floor in my room?" she asked. "And why did you tie Cotton Candy up?"

Lying on the floor with his shirt open like that—who exactly was he trying to seduce?

Hearing her question, Xarion turned his gaze toward her.

"Vincent said that while they’re away, the Female Master must never be left alone," he replied calmly. "If no one else is guarding you, I’m to stay by your side at all times."

Jasper was downstairs training and hadn’t come up to accompany Rory.

So Xarion had come instead.

As he spoke, his tone gained a faint trace of grievance.

"I came to guard the Female Master. But the Female Master won’t let me sleep on her bed, so I can only lie here."

He didn’t actually want to lie on the floor—but she wouldn’t let him onto the bed.

Listening to his faintly resentful tone, Rory suddenly felt a little guilty.

She rubbed the bridge of her nose and said, "In the future, if there’s no one else in the room, you can sleep on my bed."

The moment she finished speaking, Xarion sprang up from the floor.

In one swift motion, he stripped off his clothes and climbed onto Rory’s bed.

His movements were so fast that by the time she realized what was happening, he had already removed everything except a pair of shorts.

Rory sighed.

When she saw he was about to take those off as well, she rushed forward and grabbed his wrist.

"You can sleep on the bed, but why are you taking off your clothes?"

And why was he stripping so thoroughly?

Xarion looked at her seriously, his wrist still held in her hand.

"My clothes are dirty," he explained matter-of-factly. "I can’t ruin the Female Master’s bed."

He hadn’t slept on her bed often, but every time he entered her room, the bed was always perfectly neat—clean sheets, smooth and unwrinkled.

From that alone, he had concluded that his Female Master liked things very clean.

Although he had showered before coming, the clothes he had worn while lying on the floor couldn’t touch her bed.

Rory had to admit––that logic was... strangely impossible to refute.

"Being dressed like this is enough," she said quickly. "You’re not allowed to take off anything else."

If he stripped any further, sleeping would become impossible.

"Alright."

Xarion nodded innocently. If the Female Master didn’t want him to remove anything else, then he wouldn’t.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

Still lying on the floor with his limbs tied, Cotton Candy watched as Rory’s attention remained entirely on Xarion.

Unable to hold back any longer, the little rabbit squeaked loudly.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

Female Master, look at me!

I’m still tied up!

Only then did Rory remember the poor rabbit.

She immediately released Xarion’s wrist, bent down, and picked up Cotton Candy—still dressed in his tiny princess dress—and untied the ropes around his limbs.

"Xarion, why did you tie up Cotton Candy for no reason?"

After untying the ropes around the little rabbit, Rory saw how pitifully aggrieved he looked. She quickly gathered him into her arms and soothed him.

Xarion watched the rabbit occupying the Female Master’s embrace and ground his teeth slightly, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

"When I came in, it was jumping all over the Female Master’s bed," he said coldly. "I was afraid it would dirty your bed, so I tied it up."

"Chirp! Chirp!"

Female Master, he’s lying! I was clearly practicing a dance to show you!

That guy is slandering me—slandering me!

"Female Master, its voice is unpleasant."

Xarion suddenly sat up, plucked Cotton Candy straight out of Rory’s arms, and climbed off the bed. He strode to the door, opened it, and tossed the rabbit outside.

Then he closed the door.

And turned off the lights.

The room instantly fell into darkness.

The very next moment, Rory felt something cool and fluffy slip into her arms.

"Female Master, hold me," Xarion murmured softly. "I won’t make any noise."

Rory narrowed her eyes at him.

So he threw Cotton Candy out just so she would hold him?

Speechless, Rory pushed him onto the bed and lay down beside him.

"You’re too cold. I’m not hugging you."

With that, she closed her eyes.

But in the next instant, a blazing-hot body pressed against her from behind.

"Female Master, do you think I’m too cold?" Xarion whispered near her ear. "What about now?"

He lowered his head, his canine teeth gently catching the back of her neck.

As an ice-element ability user, his power was so strong that he sometimes couldn’t fully control it, leaving his body perpetually cold.

But if the Female Master didn’t like that... he could warm himself instead.

The faint sting at the back of her neck caught Rory completely off guard, drawing a restrained gasp from her throat.

And Xarion’s body was now burning with unnatural heat.

The warmth seeped through the thin fabric of her nightdress, pressing insistently against every inch of her skin.

A tingling sensation spread across the back of her neck. His teeth hadn’t pierced her skin—yet they pressed there with an unmistakable possessiveness, slowly grinding as though branding her with a mark that belonged only to him.

"Female Master... am I still cold now?"

Xarion’s voice had grown hoarse, carrying the same burning heat as his body.

"N-no... you’re not cold anymore."

Rory shifted in his arms. "Xarion, let go of me first. It’s... it’s too hot."

The temperature was so high that in just a short moment, a fine sheen of sweat had formed across her back.

"But the Female Master said earlier that I was too cold," Xarion murmured, tightening the arm wrapped around her waist as if he wanted to fuse her into his very bones. "And now you say I’m too hot."

His lips brushed her ear, his voice low and intimate—like a devil whispering secrets, yet spoken with absolute sincerity.

"Female Master... tell me. Do you prefer me colder... or warmer?"

The books said that if he wanted the Female Master to enjoy touching him, he must not make her reject his body.

He had to understand what temperature she liked best.

Rory’s thoughts were slowing under the overwhelming heat.

Suddenly, she turned her head to look at him.

"Xarion... do you want to become mates with me?"

He was in his rut. If he truly couldn’t hold back any longer...

Rory felt that becoming mates now wouldn’t be impossible.

The moment the words become mates left her lips, Xarion froze completely.

He wanted it.

But he still hadn’t figured out how to tell the Female Master that—for now—he no longer wanted to die.

The heat radiating from his body gradually cooled. He looked at Rory and bit his lip hard.

"Female Master, I..."

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the hesitation on his face clearly.

Rory saw the conflict and gently offered him an escape.

"I understand," she said softly. "You’re not ready yet, right? That’s fine. There’s no rush. When you’re ready, we can talk about it then."

Recently, Xarion had seemed rather eager.

But apparently, he was only eager to flirt—not actually thinking about becoming mates yet.

Still, some things couldn’t be rushed.

Rory wasn’t in a hurry either.

She shifted her position, putting a little distance between them before settling comfortably again.

"Since you don’t want to become mates right now, let’s just sleep."

She was genuinely tired.

And the way Xarion flirted with her every time was honestly a bit too much for her to handle.

Soon, the room fell silent.

Only the sound of their breathing remained.

Rory’s breathing gradually grew steady as she drifted into sleep.

Watching her peaceful sleeping face, Xarion quietly leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

He truly wanted to become mates with the Female Master.

He dreamed about it every night.

But how should he tell her that—for now—he didn’t want to die anymore?

Should he confess directly?

Or hint at it first?

His silver-white tail slipped forward quietly, sliding beneath the hem of Rory’s nightdress and wrapping softly around her waist...