Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 151: Who should be first?

"I was planning to speak to Vincent about this tomorrow," Rory said softly. "Ask him to investigate the matter... and Aren as well."

From the moment she met Aren, something about him had felt off.

When she was with Jasper, Yuel, or Vincent, closeness came naturally—effortless, instinctive. There was warmth, an ease that settled into her bones without her noticing.

But with Aren... that feeling was absent.

And yet, he had saved her today.

Perhaps she was overthinking it. Perhaps suspicion had clouded her judgment.

That was why, earlier, she hadn’t voiced any of her doubts in front of him. Now, with Yuel asking directly, she laid out her thoughts without hesitation.

Yuel’s lips curved into a faint smile.

He had known it. His Rory was far too perceptive not to question it.

"You asked me that for a reason," she continued, studying him. "You think his timing was too perfect too, don’t you?"

It had felt staged—almost rehearsed.

But arranging for a Tenth-Rank fighter to appear? If Aren had truly orchestrated it, the cost would have been enormous.

Yuel then told her about the other females who had been attacked earlier that day.

As she listened, Rory’s brows slowly drew together until they nearly formed a tight line.

"So now you suspect Aren might be behind all of it?"

Yuel nodded. "Vincent has already sent people to investigate. We should have answers soon."

He paused, then added calmly, "If Aren created all this chaos, it might be because he was afraid he arrived too late—afraid you wouldn’t accept him."

"So he staged a rescue. A calculated act of self-sacrifice. But he also muddied the waters—arranged attacks elsewhere—so we couldn’t easily trace it back to him."

Rory’s expression darkened. "That’s disgusting."

Her voice was steady, but anger simmered beneath it. "It wouldn’t matter that he arrived late. I wouldn’t blame him for that. But if he truly caused something like this just to manipulate me..." She shook her head. "I would never accept him."

The method was cruel. Underhanded.

And above all, she despised being deceived.

"We’ll get to the bottom of it soon," Yuel assured her.

He took her hand and pressed a lingering kiss to the back of it, his breath warm against her skin as he murmured near her ear,

"Rory... help me tonight, hmm?"

She bit his lower lip lightly in response. "Only once."

This man truly had no sense of restraint.

Yuel immediately sat up, visibly delighted.

"Then I’ll shower first. Which sleepwear would you like tonight? The silver one?"

The sheer fabric, the subtle cutouts along the waist, the lace tracing the lines of his abdomen—

"You can wear whichever you like."

She had seen enough of his wardrobe to know: not a single piece of it could be described as modest.

***

Meanwhile, downstairs, Aris lay stiffly on the firm bed in the plainly furnished room.

The space was minimal. Clean, but cold. His gaze hardened.

Vincent had done this on purpose.

He wasn’t blind—those men were clearly united against him, quietly resenting that he had arrived last.

They were trying to isolate him. They didn’t trust him.

Fine. Then he would kill them. Kill them all.

But who should he start with?

Vincent was too powerful—and far too sharp. Not easy to deal with.

Yuel? That one was full of schemes and hidden calculations. Just as troublesome.

Jasper? No. That snake had too many tricks up his sleeve.

Nix? That fool would be easy enough to handle. No rush there.

Ah... yes. That half-dead wolf.

The one who had mocked him. The one who told him to go die.

He would start with him.

***

The next morning, Nix had just stepped out of his room when he froze.

Kneeling outside Yuel’s door was Aren.

Nix rushed over in shock. "Aren, what are you doing kneeling here?"

Had he offended Yuel somehow?

Aris—still wearing Aren’s face and mannerisms—kept his voice faint and slightly breathless, though a gentle smile curved his lips.

"I’m waiting for the Female Master to wake up."

Nix blinked. "...Waiting for Rory? Why are you kneeling?"

Aris looked genuinely puzzled. "Isn’t this what matched partners and spouses are supposed to do?"

He lowered his gaze modestly. "In the Succubus Clan, this is how I was taught—serving and attending to the Female Master first thing in the morning."

His expression grew faintly startled. "Don’t tell me... you don’t usually take care of her this way?"

Nix’s eyebrows shot upward.

Well... no. No one had ever told him that.

And Rory had never asked for anything like that.

Immediately, Nix dropped to his knees beside him. "I didn’t know before," he declared seriously. "I guess I should start doing it now."

He absolutely could not let someone who arrived later outdo him.

The little cat did, after all, have some pride.

A moment later, Vincent and Jasper stepped out of their respective rooms—only to stop short at the sight.

"Why are you two kneeling outside Yuel’s room this early in the morning?" Vincent asked, brows knitting.

What new nonsense was this?

Nix answered with complete sincerity. "We’re waiting for Rory to wake up."

He shifted slightly, even making space beside him.

"Aren said this is how matched partners and spouses serve the Female Master."

Aris added weakly, as if embarrassed, "In our Succubus Clan, that’s the rule I was raised with. As long as I can take good care of the Female Master, I’m willing to do anything."

He glanced at Vincent with quiet humility. "Of course, if it’s inconvenient for you, you don’t have to. The Female Master never required it of you anyway."

After saying that, Aris lowered his head and fell silent.

He sneered inwardly.

The Second Prince of the Firebird Clan had grown up with others kneeling before him. How could someone like Vincent ever truly bow to anyone?

Even before his own Female Master, he likely wouldn’t kneel.

Let Rory see it for herself—Aris and Nix kneeling faithfully at her door, while Vincent stood tall and unmoved.

The first time might not matter.

But over time?

Doubt would grow in her heart.

And once that seed was planted, it would only take patience to make it bloom.

Jasper looked at Aren and Nix with wordless exasperation. Aren stirring up trouble was one thing—but Nix actually following along so earnestly?

Unbelievable.

Just then, Xarion emerged from his ice crystal coffin downstairs, having caught the tail end of Aris’s insinuating remarks.

He slowly made his way upstairs.

When he reached the second-floor landing, he paused.

Vincent... and Jasper... were now kneeling outside Yuel’s door as well.

Xarion considered this for a moment, then walked over and simply flopped down beside Vincent.

Kneeling was exhausting. Lying down should count too.

Aris hadn’t expected Vincent to actually kneel.

His jaw tightened. So the mighty Second Prince could swallow his pride after all.

For the sake of favor, he truly would do anything.

The bedroom door opened.

Rory and Yuel stepped out together.

The sight that greeted them made Rory jump.

"What happened? Why are you all kneeling here?"

Before Vincent could respond, Nix spoke up eagerly. "We’re waiting for you to wake up, Rory—so we can serve you."

"Serve me?" Rory blinked, utterly confused.

Yuel, standing at her side, cast a cool glance at Aris.

No need to ask. This had Aren’s fingerprints all over it.

Nix nodded. "Aren said that as matched partners and spouses, we should kneel outside your door every morning and attend to you."

He looked apologetic. "Rory, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this was the proper rule before. But now that I do, I’ll make sure to follow it properly from now on."

"Enough." Rory felt a headache coming on.

She reached down and pulled Nix to his feet, then tugged Vincent and Jasper up as well.

As for Xarion, she lightly nudged him with her foot.

"Get up. There’s no such rule here," she said firmly. "In this house, no one kneels. In the mornings, do whatever you normally do. If I need something, I’ll call you."

Then she turned to Aren, who had just been helped up by Nix. "Aren, please don’t kneel either. I don’t like it."

Aris immediately lowered his gaze, contrite and soft-spoken. "Female Master, I understand. I’m truly sorry—I didn’t know you disliked it."

He added, almost innocently, "I thought Vincent and the others, having been by your side longer, would understand your preferences and rules better than I do. I never expected them to follow me in kneeling when they knew it was wrong."