Future Beast World: Becoming A Pampered Beauty-Chapter 328 - 267: Seduction? Or Disgrace?

Minos, "I already sent them. She refused."

"Oh, so the Holy Consort is a worldly female, not easily swayed by such trivial gifts." Noah leaned over, about to prop himself up on the desk, but after a pointed glance from Minos, his back stiffened and he stood up straight. He adopted an extremely serious tone. "According to my years of experience chasing females, we males shouldn’t be too eager to please them. It just makes us look subservient and robs us of our appeal! Anything too easily obtained is never cherished. In fact, it’s devalued!"

Minos listened to him. "...Then what should I do?"

"You’ve definitely come to the right person! If you ask me, females are just like males. They’re obsessed with the thrill of wanting what they can’t have. Sometimes, the more you ignore them, the more into you they get! The colder you are, the hotter they’ll be! It awakens their desire to conquer!" Noah let out a whistle. It was this exact move, playing hot and cold, that made all those females unable to get enough of him.

"So?"

Noah promised, "Saint Heir, just give her the cold shoulder. The more you ignore her, the more she’ll want you!"

"..."

Minos eyed the earnest-looking Noah with suspicion. ’Somehow, this doesn’t sound very reliable.’

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from outside the hall.

Noah glanced toward the door, his smile growing even more roguish and smug. "See? What did I tell you? Here she comes. You ignore her for a few days, and she can’t resist coming to you."

Minos looked toward the entrance, his breath hitching in his throat.

"Remember what I said," Noah urged. "Be as cold as you possibly can. Don’t let some little female lead you by the nose. The colder you are, the more she’ll try to find ways to actively flirt with you..."

"Get out."

"Huh?"

Before Noah could get a clear look at the young female who had arrived, Minos coldly ordered him out. When Noah saw him tear open a spacetime rift, clearly intending to stuff him inside and banish him, he bolted. "Alright, alright! No need to be so hasty. I won’t get in your way. I’m gone, I’m gone!"

Noah was gone in a flash, his figure vanishing without a trace.

Minos rose and strode quickly to meet the approaching Sang Luo. When he saw what she was wearing, his face darkened. "You came here dressed like that?"

Sang Luo glanced down at her outfit, her expression a picture of innocence. "What’s wrong with these clothes? I love them. I dress like this all the time."

She was draped in a sheer, red shawl, which was semi-transparent. Underneath, she wore only a bandeau top made of two small, thin pieces of fabric and a tight miniskirt that barely covered her hips. The slightest big move would risk exposing her... This was an outfit she had carefully selected from her storage space. ’Ahem, right... all of them were bought for her by that lecherous beast, Fei Yuan. He was always finding excuses to make her change into clothes like this at night.’

The more flirtatious and wanton she was in bed, the more Fei Yuan adored it.

But clearly, Minos did not.

His face was so dark it looked as if it could drip ink.

His voice was low and cold. "You normally like to dress this way? You wore this to come here? Did anyone else see you?"

Sang Luo tilted her head back and smiled seductively, running a hand flirtatiously through her hair. She put on a voice dripping with sweetness. "Yep, lots and lots of people saw me~"

Minos stared at the flirtatious invitation in her eyes, his lips tightening into a thin line. He said nothing.

’He knew she had teleported directly into the study. No one else could have seen her.’

"What’s wrong? Doesn’t the Saint Heir like it?" Sang Luo let her sheer shawl slip to the floor and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her body pressed against his; the thin fabric might as well not have been there.

Minos’s body went rigid.

But Sang Luo sensed his aura deepening, becoming like the eerie calm before a tempest, suppressing a terrifying, world-shattering wave.

’Yes! His anger must be about to reach its breaking point.’

Sang Luo decided to add more fuel to the fire.

She pushed him hard against the wall. Her delicate fingers traced a path down his face... His Adam’s apple was hidden securely beneath the fabric of his collar. She wanted to undo it, but it wasn’t easy.

As Sang Luo tried to slip her hand inside his collar, he suddenly seized her wrist. Minos’s gaze swept over her chest. "I don’t like it. Don’t wear things like this out in public again. Otherwise, you can forget about ever going out."

He pushed her away, turned, and left.

Sang Luo was still a little unaccustomed to a man’s coldness in the face of her flirtations. But a moment later, she blinked cheerfully. ’So, his own Holy Consort dressing so wantonly and parading herself around really did piss him off.’

’Great. I’m on the right track!’

’My previous approach was completely wrong. What was the point of locking myself in my room to sulk? The people of the Holy Hall couldn’t care less about me. As long as the Saint Heir refuses to yield, they will never let me leave. If Minos really decided to force himself on me, I wouldn’t be able to resist at all.’

’As long as I keep pushing his buttons and make him utterly loathe me, the day I can leave this Holy Palace will be just around the corner.’

Sang Luo switched tactics. Instead of deliberately avoiding Minos and giving him the cold shoulder, she started going on the offensive. She began asking the servants about his daily schedule—where he was likely to be and when—looking for opportunities to engineer "accidents" and rack up his loathing.

A few days later, Sang Luo learned from one of the guards that Minos had a very important court meeting the next morning.

High-ranking officials from all jurisdictions under the Holy Hall would be attending. There could be no room for error.

’This was... a perfect opportunity to cause a scene!’

’I can’t miss this.’

’If his own Holy Consort were to make a spectacle of herself at such a crucial event, Minos would be utterly humiliated and fly into a rage.’

Sang Luo timed it perfectly and teleported directly to the Parliament Palace.

But the scene wasn’t quite... what she had imagined.

Minos sat upon the holy throne, listening to his subordinates report from below. However, a screen was drawn between them, obscuring his face and form. The people below could not see him; they could only hear his voice.

The Holy Domain was the Holy Monarch’s territory; the Saint Heir was merely his successor. The current Holy Monarch’s days were numbered, and he no longer possessed the strength to manage state affairs. But nominally, he had not yet abdicated. Thus, while Minos had long been handling government matters, he had not officially taken the throne. In name, he could only serve as a regent to the Holy Monarch. In important matters of state like this, he was not to reveal his face—it was a bit like ruling from behind a screen.

In the past, the Holy Monarch would sit on the high throne, while Minos assisted him from behind a screen to the side.

Now, with the Holy Monarch long confined to his sickbed and unable to attend, Minos was there alone, listening to the reports from his subordinates.

「Behind the screen.」

Minos was already seated on the high throne.

The officials below all knew, yet not one of them objected.

When Minos saw Sang Luo suddenly appear, he was momentarily stunned.

Sang Luo: "..." ’Forget about it. On with the plan.’

Minos had just opened his mouth to ask what she was doing there when the words caught in his throat. The young female had brazenly sat on his lap, hooking her soft arms around his neck as waves of her sweet fragrance washed over him.

His breath hitched.

’Does she have any idea what she’s doing?’