The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts-Chapter 620: It is still winter. I am not catching a cold because you beasts cannot control your eyes.
Cyrus covered his mouth with his hand, not because he was coughing, but because he felt like his heart might fall out.
Isabella looked too sexy at that moment for his snake heart to handle. Normally she was covered in huge fur hide so that she wouldn’t get sick.
But seeing her like this. He had never expected her to look like this. The top barely covered her breasts because of how full they had gotten.
So it made her curves way more noticeable. The skirt was also battling with the same the, because Isabella who could have considered small down there now looked considerably full.
Apart from that the material of the outfit really complimented her body so well that Cyrus felt like he might have a nose bleed.
He also had a thought of always keeping Isabella pregnant because of how well it suited her. But immediately scolded himself, because he knew that pregnancy was a bit uncomfortable for her.
And he hated putting her in a situation that caused harm to him female. Instead of complementing her.
Kian’s reaction was different.
His blue eyes darkened slightly when they landed on her. Under the new dress, her figure was full and ripe. The swell of her belly reminded him brutally that there were children growing inside her, children she had with another man, even though his heart refused to accept that fact.
He forced himself to keep his expression neutral. But even he felt his face heating up. He almost crossed over and covered Isabella eveb though they weren’t any unfamiliar men around.
But he had to hold himself back so Isabella wouldn’t scold him.
"You need to add more materials so it will keep you warm," he said, in a serious tone. "The seams look strong. But the fur needs to cover your chest and back well." He looked like he did nor care.
But it was obvious he was trying his best not to show too much concern, especially in front of the surrounding women.
His eyes, however, kept drifting.
Warm. Full. Safe. His king’s mind catalogued all the practical things. Something softer in him only saw how much he wanted to wrap his own fur cloak around her on top of this, just to make sure she never felt cold.
Zyran’s gaze ran up and down openly, without shame.
He let out a low appreciative whistle.
"Isabella," he said. "If you walk around the village looking like that, every beast in a five valley distance will come to propose."
She picked up a rolled up length of fur and threw it at his head.
"Out," she ordered. "All of you, out. Stop staring. This is a women’s room."
Isabella was now red, because she realized the way the men were staring at her. Especially after Zyran’s shameless attempt last time.
The had to keep a serious face on so that they wouldn’t be able to see how affected she was.
Osiris had been staring the whole time with his mouth slightly open. He had been on the mountain with Isabella for some time.
And he knew she was a really attractive woman that even him could not help but have a little crush on her. But seeing Isabella like this, almost made he loose his mind.
He had to quickly find a way to unlock his powers so that he could flaunt his true form in front of Isabella.
And she would finally see he wasn’t useless and could be considered a potential mate too.
While he was busy staring, he did not even notice the fur roll until it bounced off Zyran and hit him too.
"Ah," he yelped, rubbing his forehead. "Why did you hit me?"
"Because you were staring," Isabella snapped.
"I was just... checking if the clothes looked warm," he defended weakly.
He was such a bad liar that even the older women snorted.
Isabella pointed toward the door.
"Get out," she repeated. "Before someone’s nose starts bleeding. If you want to see it again, you can wait until I am walking around properly covered. It is still winter. I am not catching a cold because you beasts cannot control your eyes."
The men were shameless, but even they knew when they had been pushed to the limit.
Cyrus backed out first, looking like he wanted to turn around and peek but did not dare. Osiris followed, still rubbing his forehead. Zyran moved slower, giving her one last long look and a grin before slipping out. Kian remained last, eyes lingering for just a heartbeat longer on her face, then he left without a word.
Once the door fur dropped back into place, Isabella exhaled and laughed to herself.
"They are really crazy," she said. "All four of them."
She rested a hand on her belly.
"But they are mine."
After adjusting the dress again and deciding she would make it a little looser around the chest for daily wear, she changed back into her usual layers. Winter was still harsh, and as a pregnant woman, she could not risk catching a chill, no matter how good she looked.
Outside, the males kept thinking about what they had just seen.
At the same time, news spread quickly.
The women who had watched Isabella’s dress test now realized that clothing could change more than warmth. It could change how they felt and how others saw them. Under Isabella’s guidance, they began spinning, sewing, and weaving with renewed energy.
A few men who had been skeptical about "women’s work" stared at the new clothes and then at the old rough furs they had traded in the past.
"If we can make things like this," one of them muttered to another, "we can trade them for more than just meat. Other villages will pay a lot."
The second man nodded slowly.
"So working with hands like this is not only for females," he said. "It can change our trade too."
They both looked toward Isabella’s direction.
They were seeing, again, that their goddess did not only know how to fight and shout. She knew how to squeeze value out of everything, from bark to fur to male eyes.
