Qin Mo’s hands transformed into beast claws, his tiger-like paws clenched into fists as he brutally beat Weizhuo with an icy gaze.
The power of his beast form was ten times stronger than usual, and with the complete suppression of his ability level, he had Weizhuo completely pinned down.
The one-sided beating lasted a full half hour. Even with a beastman’s formidable physique, Weizhuo could only black out under such relentless assault.
Just before losing consciousness, he heard a low, threatening voice: "How dare you even think about forming a bond with my Mistress? If you ever show up in front of her again, I’ll kill you!"
Inside the villa, Yunyang blinked as she watched the footage sent back by Steward One, Steward Two, and Steward Three.
From their brief interaction earlier that night, Yunyang had thought her beast husband was the gentle, virtuous type.
But the images from her stewards told her otherwise.
Becoming the deputy adjutant of the 23rd Federal Army before the age of 25 meant that Qin Mo’s true nature was anything but gentle.
Yunyang was certain that vicious threat revealed his real personality.
He had only pretended to be kind and harmless to win her favor.
She had to admit, Qin Mo had successfully pleased her.
And she had to acknowledge that the way he savagely beat Weizhuo was both impressive and satisfying to watch.
Outside the villa, Qin Mo looked down at the unconscious Weizhuo, activated his optical computer, and dialed a number.
"Hello, this is Qin Mo of the 23rd Federal Army."
"I’m in Residential Zone 3 on the X92 star. A male has illegally entered a female residential area and disturbed my Mistress."
"According to Article 17 of the Federal Female Protection Law, I believe he should face at least six months of supervised custody."
After ending the call, Qin Mo sent Weizhuo’s coordinates to the recipient before turning back toward the villa.
The three stewards had returned before him, so he had no idea that every move he made had been seen by Yunyang.
When the villa’s door recognized his genetic signature and opened automatically, the holographic projection in the center of the living room—showing the video played by the robot steward—suddenly caught his eye.
Qin Mo panicked instantly.
"M-Mistress, I..."
He stumbled toward the holographic display, almost frantically trying to block it, but it was too late.
Yunyang’s voice carried a faint hint of amusement. "Qin Mo, I saw everything."
Qin Mo’s spirit instantly deflated. If his ears had transformed into their beast form, they’d be drooping pitifully right now.
Damn it. His Mistress had seen his savage side.
Would she hate him for it? Would she annul their engagement?
Qin Mo’s tension was palpable.
Yunyang stood up and, as if deliberately dragging it out, walked toward him slowly and confidently.
Every step she took felt like it landed right on his heart. Qin Mo thought his heart might burst.
He lowered his head, awaiting his Mistress’s judgment.
Then Yunyang’s unique scent drew close, and she grabbed the fabric of his shirt. "Qin Mo, look down."
Confused but obedient, he lowered his head.
An unfamiliar sensation touched his face.
Soft, warm, and unmistakable. Qin Mo’s throat tightened. "M-Mistress?"
Was he dreaming just now?
"Good job. That’s your reward."
Yunyang rose slightly on her tiptoes and ruffled Qin Mo’s hair like petting a cat.
The warmth of his Mistress’s touch spread from the top of his head, and Qin Mo instinctively narrowed his eyes, savoring the brief caress.
Soon, Yunyang pulled her hand away. "There are plenty of empty rooms in the house. Pick one. I’m going to rest in my room."
Even as his Mistress sat on Steward Two’s shoulders and ascended the stairs, Qin Mo was still relishing that incredible touch.
She hadn’t hated him. She had even kissed him!
A wave of ecstasy flooded over Qin Mo. He wanted to go find Yunyang right then and taste that feeling again.
But his fading reason held him back.
His father had said: don’t rush; always put his Mistress’s wishes first.
Take it step by step, and strive to leave the best impression, so he could carve out a place in his Mistress’s heart.
Qin Mo figured his father, having become his mother’s most favored beast husband, must have some real experience.
He heeded his father’s words and didn’t chase Yunyang into her room. Instead, he moved into the one next door.
Once the door closed, the soundproofing system activated automatically. Everything outside went silent, as if someone had hit the pause button, leaving the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Qin Mo glanced around, then casually touched the soundproofing system’s switch, as if by accident.
The faint sound of water came from the room beyond the wall—subtle and weak, but impossible to escape the ears of an S-class male.
QinMo rubbed his heated ears and headed into the bathroom himself.
His little scheme couldn’t be hidden from the villa’s owner. On Yunyang’s optical computer, she could see the status of every room in the house clearly.
When she noticed that Qin Mo had turned off his soundproofing, a smile flickered in Yunyang’s eyes. Mischievously, she turned off her own.
The sound of water beside him suddenly grew louder, and Qin Mo’s eyes snapped open.
He didn’t know if Yunyang had done it on purpose or by accident, but since it wasn’t bad for him, he didn’t warn her.
Cold water poured over him, drop by drop, but it couldn’t drown out the noise from next door.
A splash cut through the quiet, and Qin Mo’s ears burned hotter.
His Mistress had finished bathing. So what was she doing now—
In the enclosed bathroom, the male’s breathing grew heavier, verging on losing control.
The desire he had suppressed earlier came rushing back, and his optical computer began vibrating wildly.
The corruption level, which had dropped to 48 after Yunyang’s purification, shot upward, threatening to breach the critical threshold of 80.
His body started showing signs of transformation. Qin Mo glanced at the number on his optical computer and frowned.
His Mistress had just purified him, and he hadn’t used his abilities since. There was no reason for his corruption level to spike like this.
Could it be—
Had his rut period come early?
Realizing this possibility, Qin Mo opened his space button, pulled out a transparent syringe, and drove it into his neck without hesitation.
The icy fluid entered his blood vessels, accompanied by a sharp pain that made the veins on his neck bulge slightly.
He grit his teeth and stayed silent.
As his restless mood calmed under the corruption level’s influence, Qin Mo breathed a sigh of relief.
But then, the sounds from the room next door crept in again.
Soft rustling. It must be his Mistress getting dressed.
Qin Mo couldn’t stop himself from imagining the scene.
His Mistress’s skin was very, very pale, almost translucent at the edges under the light. That kind of skin would create a stunning contrast against any color of clothing.
That image would surely be the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life.
Beep, beep—
His optical computer let out an alarm, signaling that his corruption level had reached the critical point a second time.
Qin Mo calmly pulled out another syringe of suppressor fluid, a helpless smile flickering in his amber eyes.
He truly had brought this on himself.
The alarm from the optical computer wasn’t loud, but it was piercing and, with the soundproofing disabled, Yunyang could hear it easily.
Under what circumstances would a male’s optical computer sound an alarm?
