The two beast husbands panicked instantly.
Qin Mo wasted no time pulling out a healing agent and feeding it to Yunyang, while Xuan Yu activated the emergency protocol and pushed the flying ship to its maximum speed.
The trip that had taken half an hour to arrive now took less than twenty minutes to return.
The moment they reached the villa, before Xuan Yu had even fully landed, Qin Mo was already sprinting toward the house with Yunyang in his arms.
Detecting their owner's genes, caretaker units One, Two, and Three lined up neatly to greet them.
"Detected owner's spiritual power is critically low. Please rest promptly," caretaker One announced.
Only then did Qin Mo and Xuan Yu realize that their Mistress had passed out from spiritual exhaustion, not from any physical injury.
Both beast husbands sighed in relief and carried Yunyang back to her room.
Since Xuan Yu had successfully formed the bond with Yunyang yesterday, he was generous enough today to hand over the task of helping her wash up to Qin Mo.
Xuan Yu had noticed Qin Mo entering his rutting phase, but he wasn't worried.
With their Mistress in this condition, even if Deputy Qin wanted to try something, he wouldn't be able to stomach it himself.
Qin Mo didn't hold back with Xuan Yu either.
That wolf cub had punched him this morning without an ounce of mercy, aiming straight for his face. He'd have to be insane to hand over this lucky opportunity to him!
After seeing off his rival, Qin Mo carried Yunyang into the bathroom in big strides. But once he'd drawn the bathwater, he hesitated, staring at the clothes on Yunyang's body.
If he just... stripped them off directly, wouldn't that be inappropriate?
But if he didn't change her clothes and put her straight to bed, his Mistress would definitely be uncomfortable.
At that thought, Qin Mo's face flushed red as he reached over and began unbuttoning Yunyang's top.
Porcelain-white skin slowly came into view, and Qin Mo felt like he was about to catch fire. The pollution value that had already been surging from his rut kept climbing higher and higher.
Afraid he might lose control and do something he'd regret, he was forced to close his eyes and fumble blindly at the buttons.
But losing his sight made his sense of touch sharper than ever.
Every accidental brush of his fingertips against her delicate skin made Qin Mo feel as though he'd been burned, and he couldn't help but want to pull his hand back.
This was... torture, plain and simple.
Qin Mo dawdled for ages before managing to remove Yunyang's outer top.
But the real torment was still to come. The process of changing those two close-fitting undergarments was enough to send his pollution value soaring past the safety limit in a single instant.
"Mistress..."
His breathing grew heavier.
Qin Mo couldn't hold back any longer. He opened his eyes.
His amber irises traced every inch of Yunyang's beautiful figure.
He nearly lost control as he pulled her close again, his broad palm steadying her slim waist.
The feel under his palm was like warm jade soaked in water, and Qin Mo unconsciously let his fingertips rub and explore, savoring every sensation.
The light brain on his wrist blared with alarms, but Qin Mo couldn't hear it. He lunged forward and pressed his lips onto that red mouth he'd coveted from the very first moment he'd seen her.
From this angle, he could easily see the marks left on Yunyang's pale back from earlier external forces.
Qin Mo's eyes went bloodshot from the stimulation, and the hand steadying Yunyang began to shift back into a tiger claw.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP—"
His descending kiss came to a sudden halt.
No. He couldn't continue.
Qin Mo forcibly dragged his sanity back. With one arm still holding Yunyang, he fished out an inhibitor from his spatial button with the other and jammed it hard into his own neck.
The pain snapped his rationality fully back into place, and the alarm on his light brain fell silent.
Qin Mo let out a breath of relief.
So close. He'd been so close to losing control and doing that kind of thing while his Mistress was unconscious.
He wanted to bond with his Mistress, but never under circumstances like these.
Qin Mo lowered her into the properly heated water, carefully washed her clean, dressed her in the new pajamas he'd personally picked out, and only then laid her down on the bed.
He returned to the bathroom himself, letting the cold water pour over him, but it wasn't enough to completely quell the restlessness in his heart.
Yunyang slept straight through until four in the afternoon.
Exhausted spiritual power left her feeling dazed when she woke, momentarily unsure where she was.
Qin Mo's face appeared right then, leaning in close.
He asked with concern, "Mistress, is there anywhere else that feels uncomfortable?"
Yunyang shook her head. Her mind was a tangled mess, but physically, nothing felt wrong.
Wait.
Yunyang looked at Qin Mo, then around at her surroundings, and said in shock, "Qin Mo, why are you in my room?"
If she remembered correctly, a tiger-type beastman's rutting period lasted at least a week. Please don't tell her Qin Mo had done something while she was asleep...
Even though she and Qin Mo were legally bound, Yunyang really didn't want to think she'd been touched like that while unconscious.
Cough... at least not started while she was out cold.
As for falling unconscious in the middle of it, that could be overlooked.
Seeing the look in Yunyang's eyes, Qin Mo could guess what she was thinking, and felt a little aggrieved. "Mistress, do you really think I'm the kind of person who wouldn't consider your wellbeing?"
If he were, he wouldn't have handed last night over to that wolf cub!
Yunyang: "..."
Very much so. After all, a beastman in rut was like a powder keg ready to ignite.
Of course, seeing the needle mark still faintly visible on Qin Mo's neck, Yunyang knew he wasn't lying.
She felt a little embarrassed. "Of course not. I'm just still a bit groggy."
"I'll sleep a bit more!"
With that, Yunyang pulled the covers up and burrowed deeper.
But as she shifted, she discovered something rather remarkable.
Having been properly introduced to such things only last night, she knew exactly what that was.
This feeling... no less impressive than Xuan Yu.
Were beastmen just naturally gifted in this area?!
Last night's experience replayed in her mind. Aside from the initial discomfort, what followed was nothing but toe-curling... pleasure.
She had to admit, a first time really did shape a female's acceptance of that sort of thing.
Take now, for instance. Having tasted the wolf cub's flavor, Yunyang was eager to try what the tiger cub had to offer.
She gathered her courage and reached out a finger, poking Qin Mo lightly. "Qin Mo, do you want to bond with me?"
Qin Mo let out a low grunt.
He grabbed Yunyang's hand firmly.
"Mistress, don't tease."
Yunyang's beautiful eyes widened slightly.
He was rejecting her?
So Qin Mo really was just like Weizhuo—not becoming her beast husband of his own free will?
As much as Yunyang craved him, she didn't want to force anyone. Her tone turned cold in an instant. "Then get out. I need to rest."
Qin Mo quickly realized Yunyang had misunderstood.
He immediately explained, "Mistress, you didn't eat lunch, and you must be hungry. I'm still in my rutting period, so I can't control how long it takes..."
How could he possibly not want to? He'd been dying to bond with his Mistress and become her true beast husband.
But if he indulged himself at the cost of making his Mistress go hungry, he'd rather wait a little longer to bond.
Besides, since his Mistress had brought it up herself, she'd already accepted him. Bonding sooner or later was the same.
There was no escape for her.
The moment Qin Mo mentioned food, Yunyang felt her stomach hollow out with discomfort.
Blue Star's food was delicious, sure, but it really didn't fill you up like a nutrition pack. The breakfast she'd eaten that morning had already been digested long ago.
Very thoughtful, this tiger cub.
Yunyang broke back into a smile. "Alright then, let's eat first."
