Future Beast World: Becoming A Pampered Beauty-Chapter 329 - 268: The Allure Behind the Curtain

Sang Luo watched the man’s austere, self-disciplined expression and couldn’t help but swallow, her mind wandering slightly.

His aloof, divine beauty only stirred up a primal urge to drag him down from his pedestal and defile him.

Sang Luo reached out to touch the man’s chest. Pressing her lips to his ear, she purred in a deliberately sweet, coquettish voice, "Your Highness, let’s not waste time in this boring place. Come back to my chambers and rest with me. I’ve learned a few new tricks I’d love to try out with you~~"

’The ministers should be denouncing me as a femme fatale for bewitching their Monarch! They should be demanding that my title as Holy Consort be revoked!’

Sang Luo waited in eager anticipation.

But there wasn’t so much as a peep from the ministers below.

’Huh? Was my voice too soft?’

Minos’s hand came to rest on the small of her back. His voice was a low rumble. "I’m busy right now. We’ll talk when I get back."

Sang Luo’s almond-shaped eyes went wide. She raised her voice deliberately, "But! But I want you *now*!"

Without a second thought, she reached out and ripped open his collar.

The screen wasn’t completely opaque; it was translucent enough for the ministers closest to the front to vaguely make out the silhouettes behind it. They could clearly see one figure become two, and their intimate actions were more than enough to set imaginations racing.

And yet, the ministers just went on with their reports on political achievements and urgent matters—this Angel Leader was dismissed, a powerful Evil Beast named Typhon had appeared in some region, two clans were at war... Not a single one of them made a sound of protest or alarm.

’Are all these ministers blind?!’

Frustration welled up in Sang Luo’s chest. Just as she was about to try something else, the hand on her back began to gently trace its way up her spine.

A shiver immediately ran through her.

An electric current seemed to shoot up her spine and spread through her entire body. Sang Luo went weak, her hands clutching weakly at Minos’s collar. She buried her face in his chest and let out a soft moan, the sound sinfully seductive.

An official finished his report, but a long silence followed from behind the screen. He prompted, "Your Highness, regarding Buren City..."

"I will dispatch Angel Leader Mitchell Cotton to assist the Rachel City Lord with the refugee situation in the city shortly."

The man’s voice held an unusual, dark huskiness.

Someone asked in concern, "Your Highness, are you feeling unwell?"

"I’m fine. Continue."

The ministers below resumed their reports.

Sang Luo raised an eyebrow at the man’s placid expression. ’He must have put up some kind of sound barrier so they can only hear him, not me.’

She summoned a wisp of wind to her fingertip, intending to lift the screen.

The next second, Minos grabbed her wrist. A fiery light flickered in the depths of his dark eyes.

’Afraid of being seen, are we?’

’Hmph! All the more reason to let them see our little "scandal."’

Sang Luo lowered her head and bit down hard on his Adam’s apple. Minos let out another low, suppressed grunt, which seemed to hold a trace of pain.

"Your Highness, are... are you truly alright?"

Hearing the strange, intermittent sounds from behind the screen, the ministers below grew suspicious and stole glances toward it.

The silhouettes were indistinct, shifting and moving.

It was hard to see clearly.

One minister, who was standing closer, noticed that the shadows behind the screen looked odd, different from how they’d been at the start. It didn’t look like one person anymore, but more like...

One of them was a physician. "If Your Highness is unwell, we should end the assembly early. Allow me to examine you."

Sang Luo looked at the man, a thin sheen of sweat now beading on his forehead. She raised an eyebrow, her finger tracing the faint teeth marks on his Adam’s apple before sliding slowly down toward his chest. "Your Highness shouldn’t spurn the minister’s kindness. Let him come over for an examination. He can see for himself what a state we’re in... how close we are, how well we get along. Then all those rumors about us being on bad terms will simply fall apart on their own!"

The moment her fingertip brushed against the peak of his chest...

Minos’s whole body shuddered, his breathing quickening.

"Your Highness!"

The physician hurried forward. Just as he was about to lift the screen, a cold rebuke came from within. "Stand down. I am fine."

The man had no choice but to retreat.

The expressions on the ministers’ faces grew even more peculiar. That voice sounded a bit like... ’No, no, no,’ they thought. ’The Saint Heir is righteous and pure, holy and perfect. How could we entertain such lewd thoughts about him! Especially on such a solemn, formal occasion. The Saint Heir must have some other private matter he cannot speak of.’

But even with this self-reassurance, two of the officials standing closest kept staring intently at the shifting shadows behind the screen, their eyes practically boring holes through it, desperate to see something...

The court assembly continued in an orderly fashion.

Minos’s breathing grew increasingly ragged.

’Tsk. This man is so concerned with his pride!’

Annoyed, Sang Luo leaned down and bit his neck hard, leaving a vivid red hickey in her wake.

’Later, when Minos ends the assembly and parts the screen, his officials will see their Saint Heir with his robes in disarray and an ambiguous red mark on his neck. Then they’ll know exactly what’s been going on in here!’

Sang Luo hooked a finger around his sash, her voice a seductive, soul-snatching whisper. "Your Highness, don’t forget to come find me tonight~"

Minos’s eyes were dark as he watched her, a fire churning in their depths like a dormant volcano on the verge of eruption.

Sang Luo couldn’t care less how humiliated or furious he was. With a flick of her fingers, she untied his sash and caught it in her hand. She shot him a provocative smirk, then turned and sauntered away with his sash in tow.

’She couldn’t wait to see the looks on the ministers’ faces when the assembly ended and they saw their perfect, holy Saint Heir in such a state. It would be quite a show!’

Minos remained seated on the holy throne. A moment after she left, he reached up to touch the side of his neck.

He could feel the mark she had left.

She had bitten him with a vengeance, as if venting all her frustrations from the past few days. Minos had deliberately lowered his defenses to let her bite as hard as she wanted. The skin stung at the slightest touch, and his fingertip came away stained with a trace of blood.

Heh...

Minos didn’t use his power to heal the wound. Instead, he restored the torn, disheveled robes on his chest.

The collar once again concealed the red mark on his neck.

Although the friction of the fabric would make the wound sting even more, his expression remained perfectly serene.

「The court assembly ended.」

Minos emerged from behind the screen, his ceremonial robes immaculate, looking exactly as he had when he arrived.

Someone stole a peek behind the screen, but there was no one there.

Minos returned to his study, where Noah soon joined him.

"It’s been so many days. How is your progress?"

"Well, you were actually useful for once."

"What do you mean, ’useful for once’? How many times have I helped you since we were kids? My, my, the great Saint Son has such a short memory!" Noah suddenly realized something. "Wait, does this mean..."

"She invited me over tonight." Minos paused, tugging lightly at his collar. The red mark on his neck flashed into view for an instant. "She was smiling very happily before she left."

Noah, of course, didn’t miss the mark on Minos’s neck. With his extensive romantic history, he knew exactly what it was. ’But wasn’t that bite a little too forceful...?’ After hearing what Minos said, he exclaimed in surprise, "Th-that fast?"

He had thought Minos, being so clueless about romance, was in for a long, arduous courtship. Turns out he was even faster than Noah himself!

"Tsk, the Saint Heir’s charm is truly something else. If you ask me, the young lady was probably just shy before. Now she’s finally letting loose." Noah conspiratorially produced a small silver bottle. "Here, something to help things along. Make sure you seize this opportunity."

Minos glanced at it. "I won’t be needing that."