Fuyuan immediately stopped what he was doing and obediently walked over.
He crouched down, looking up at Yunyang, who was clearly showing signs of drunkenness. “Mistress, are you feeling unwell?”
Mistress didn’t seem to have drunk anything with such a high alcohol content before.
Yunyang shook her head vigorously. She felt perfectly lucid, just light and floaty all over.
She pointed to her cheek. “Kiss me.”
At that, You Lu, who had an excellent tolerance for alcohol, exchanged a teasing look with Chu Zhiwei.
Compared to when she had first arrived, Yangyang had become much more open.
Neither of them thought there was anything inappropriate about Yunyang flirting with her beastmen in front of them. In fact, they wholeheartedly approved.
They weren’t outsiders. And even if they had been, no one would have thought Yangyang’s behavior was too showy.
Compared to the ancient beast world thousands of years ago, the Federation of today was already considered quite conservative.
Fuyuan’s deep-blue eyes widened slightly. Mistress would sometimes reward one of her beastmen in front of the others, but she had never done so in front of anyone outside their group.
Fuyuan was a little excited.
He obediently leaned toward Yunyang and kissed her cheek.
The damp kiss landed on her skin. Yunyang blinked, then instinctively tried to chase after his lips.
Seeing what she intended, Fuyuan quickly pulled her into his arms.
He didn’t mind at all, but Mistress was clearly muddled at the moment. He didn’t want to take advantage of her drunkenness and do things she normally wouldn’t.
Fuyuan stood up with Yunyang in his arms and looked toward You Lu and Chu Zhiwei. “The two of you, I’m taking Mistress out for some fresh air.”
You Lu waved him off. “Go on, go on.”
Chu Zhiwei held her drink and looked toward Gu Yun. “A-Yun, go easy on the drinks you mix for Yangyang next time. Yangyang’s tolerance…”
She trailed off with a shake of her head and a laugh.
Yunyang pouted. “Sister Zhiwei, I heard that. You said I can’t hold my liquor.”
Her alcohol tolerance was excellent. She could have several more drinks and be perfectly fine!
When dealing with someone who was drunk, of course one had to play along.
So Chu Zhiwei immediately changed her tune. “Yes, yes, I misspoke. Our Yangyang has the best alcohol tolerance in the world.”
You Lu chimed in with equal insincerity, “Yangyang is the best drinker I’ve ever seen.”
Those two statements were obviously fake, but they sounded just right to Yunyang in her current state.
She stopped struggling and obediently curled up in Fuyuan’s arms.
Fuyuan nodded at the eight romantic rivals before carrying Yunyang back into the villa.
The other eight beastmen were considerate enough to leave one after another as well.
Between You Lu and Chu Zhiwei, their beastmen numbered more than thirty. So even after Yunyang and her beastmen had left, the two women didn’t feel lonely at all. They continued chatting and laughing for quite a while.
After eating and drinking their fill, the two best friends reclined on the chaise lounges their beastmen had brought over and continued their conversation.
“Sister Zhiwei, do you think Yangyang will take any more beastmen?”
Back when they had been on Central Star, Yangyang had diligently gone to the Purification Tower to help out. Quite a few S-rank ability users, and even males of higher ranks, had boldly confessed their feelings and expressed their desire to become her beastmen.
But Yangyang still hadn’t taken another one.
You Lu was beginning to wonder if Yangyang intended to stop at nine beastmen.
“Who knows?” Chu Zhiwei shook her head. “How could I possibly guess?”
Personally, she felt that the more beastmen, the better. She liked the feeling of being surrounded by them.
But Yangyang wasn’t her. She couldn’t guess what Yangyang was thinking.
Perhaps Yangyang was like some of the Federation’s females, who believed that beastmen were a matter of quality rather than quantity.
“True.” You Lu stretched lazily. “I wonder if we’ll ever get to see Yangyang’s beastmen reach double digits.”
“Who knows?” Chu Zhiwei yawned. “A-Yun, remember to clean everything up.”
The two best friends continued chatting idly in the courtyard while their beastmen quietly tidied everything away.
Meanwhile, inside the villa, Fuyuan was patiently helping Yunyang wash up.
Drunk, Yunyang’s body seemed boneless. Her arms were limp, and her waist was soft and pliable.
But she still remembered what she hadn’t managed to finish earlier. Leaning toward Fuyuan again, she murmured, “A-Yuan, I want another kiss.”
No adult could withstand such teasing from the person they loved.
Fuyuan drew in a deep breath, restraining himself again and again. In the end, he still couldn’t hold back and pulled her into his arms.
His kiss was urgent and fierce at first, but the moment his lips touched Yunyang’s, it gradually softened.
Even though his reason was nearly burning away, he was still afraid of hurting her.
But Yunyang had no interest in such gentleness.
Dissatisfied, she bit Fuyuan’s lip. The force wasn’t great, but to Fuyuan, who was already teetering on the edge, it was the final spark.
The kiss ended soon after.
Fuyuan held the woman clinging to him and hurried out of the bathroom.
The bathroom door was shut with force, and the mattress sank slightly.
Kissing.
Embracing.
Possessing.
Under the room’s dim yellow light, a layer of strangely colored scales surfaced across the mermaid’s body.
But soon, those scales seemed to be rewound, vanishing rapidly.
…
When Yunyang woke up, she was completely dazed.
She seemed to have blacked out and couldn’t remember what had happened the previous night—or how she had gotten back to her room.
Afraid that she would wake with a hangover headache, Fuyuan had stayed by her side the entire time.
The moment he saw Yunyang open her eyes, he took her hand and asked with concern, “Mistress, do you have a headache?”
Feeling the warmth of Fuyuan’s palm, Yunyang froze. Little by little, the memories of the previous night returned.
Her whole body began to burn.
She had actually chased after Fuyuan for kisses last night, and even complained that he had been too gentle…
Alcohol really did cause trouble.
Yunyang decided that from now on, she absolutely could not drink anything with such a high alcohol content—or any strong liquor—when she was out.
As for drinking at home…
She would think about that later.
Fuyuan was still watching her with concern. Yunyang shifted her gaze away uncomfortably. “No headache.”
As she spoke, memories of the previous night’s events came rushing back again.
Yunyang grew even hotter, and a trace of regret crept into her heart.
Fuyuan had been very intense last night, but she couldn’t remember what it had felt like at the time.
What a loss.
Yunyang wasn’t someone who liked to lose out. Since she couldn’t remember how she had felt last night, she turned to Fuyuan with flushed cheeks.
She said nothing, but the shy, alluring look in her eyes was already enough to make Fuyuan’s throat tighten.
Still, they had been rather rough the previous night, so Fuyuan suppressed the desire welling up inside him. “Mistress, I’ll carry you to eat.”
He had already helped Yunyang wash up when he woke earlier that morning.
Yunyang shook her head and reached out to grab Fuyuan by the collar.
She didn’t use any force, but Fuyuan leaned in of his own accord.
Yunyang wrapped her arms around his neck. Then she bent her right leg and rubbed it upward against him.
“A-Yuan…”
Fuyuan’s pupils contracted.
He unconsciously pressed closer, and his breathing gradually grew heavier.
“Mistress, it’s already afternoon.”
Yunyang didn’t let go.
Although they had made it through the onset of her rut safely the previous night, Fuyuan still decisively cast aside the last of his restraint. He took a pouch of nutrient supplements from his spatial ring and fed them to Yunyang before once again kissing her red lips.
