Future Beast World: Becoming A Pampered Beauty-Chapter 109 - 65: Cage (Part 2)

The Male Beastmen serving in the study were filled with envy. ’The noble female of the Brent family is so thoughtful and gentle. If she were the Queen, the Empire’s royal couple would have been in harmony long ago.’

Martha Brent had dressed up specially for the occasion tonight, a stark contrast to her usual gentle, dignified, and stately image. She wore an ensemble of pomegranate-red sheer gauze, consisting of a tube top and a half-skirt that exposed her fair neck, collarbones, shoulders, and waist, while offering tantalizing glimpses of her long, slender thighs. Her figure was voluptuous and curvy, and the outfit was accented with gold, silver, pearls, and kingfisher-feather jewelry, lending her delicate features a richer, more bewitching and seductive allure.

She had also entered her fertile period, and her body was emitting a unique, alluring scent.

The breathing of the few single Male Beasts in the hall grew noticeably heavier.

One of them even had a physical reaction, his face flushing as he tried to cover his lower body.

Martha Brent pushed her chest out slightly. She was supremely confident in her figure, her beauty, her Fertility, and her innate abilities. ’I am the most exceptional of the Empire’s young females of this generation,’ she thought. ’Any male I set my sights on is as good as mine!’

Duotu’s gaze swept over her slender waist. A half-smile played on his lips.

"How is it I’ve never noticed before? The noble female of the Brent family is quite the rare beauty. I suspect even a King Beast would be captivated by your charms."

"Oh... Your Majesty jests. I have seen the Queen. She is the one who is truly, peerlessly beautiful. If I were a male, I’m afraid I would be captivated by her too."

Martha Brent’s face flushed shyly, but her eyes held an unmistakable glint of triumph.

Duotu took in her reaction, the corner of his mouth hooking into a slight smile. "Each has her own unique charm. The two of you are incomparable."

Martha Brent’s face grew even redder as she said with a coquettish pout, "Your Majesty, you’ve loved to tease me since we were children. You were always so roguish back then, and now that you’re the Beast King, you haven’t changed a bit!"

She was deliberately reminding him of their childhood friendship, of the bond they had shared growing up together. ’It’s a connection that commoner mouse-female who just appeared out of nowhere could never hope to match.’

No male could resist such an offensive.

And just as she expected, the aloofness in Duotu’s eyes faded, and he seemed to drift into memory. "Come to think of it, when we were little, you always did like to follow me around..."

Memories always have a way of closing the distance between people. Martha Brent stepped forward and placed the bowl of hot soup on his desk. "Would Your Majesty care to taste what I’ve made? I made a special point of learning this from the Beastman in the Imperial Kitchen, and I even burned my hand in the process."

As she spoke, she revealed her right hand, which had a distinct red mark from a burn on one finger.

Duotu immediately grasped her hand, then frowned and ordered a nearby Beast Servant to fetch some precious jewelry and restorative supplements. "You are certainly thoughtful, but in the future, just leave these things to the servants. A noble female of the Brent family has no need to do this herself."

Martha Brent smiled, at once shy and gentle. "Your Majesty can just call me Martha, like you did when we were children... Oh, all this talking, I nearly forgot. The soup is getting cold."

Duotu lifted the bowl of soup and sniffed it, the smile on his lips deepening. "It does smell wonderful."

"Then please drink it while it’s hot, Your Majesty..."

"You are dismissed for now."

They spoke at the same time. The smile on Martha Brent’s face froze; for a moment, she thought she must have misheard.

"Noble female of the Brent family, His Majesty is very busy with official affairs. We must ask that you return to your quarters and rest for now," a servant prompted.

"I... very well..." Martha Brent glanced at the bowl of soup, a flicker of resentment flashing in her eyes.

Duotu chuckled. "Rest assured. You made this soup with your own hands, and it smells wonderful. I would never waste such a kind gesture."

Martha Brent’s expression instantly brightened, and she said in a soft, delicate voice,

"If Your Majesty would like more soup, you are always welcome in my palace."

The invitation was anything but subtle.

Duotu nodded. "I know. You there, escort the noble female of the Brent family back to her palace."

He summoned a few servants to escort Martha Brent from the study, then turned his head to the trusted Beastman at his side. "Take this soup to the Crossing Envoy’s palace. Say the Queen ordered the Imperial Kitchen to prepare it, and tell him he must not fail to appreciate such a kind sentiment."

"Huh? But isn’t this soup..."

The trusted Beastman and his subordinates exchanged confused glances, but none of them dared to question the order, and they hurried off to see to it.

Duotu leaned back on the sofa, his eyes narrowing as he gazed out the window.

The light fell across his handsome, chiseled face, leaving it half in shadow and his expression unreadable. After a long silence, he summoned another Beastman, his voice low. "Find a Beastman from the Crossing Envoy’s palace. Tell the Queen that I need to see her about something tonight. Ask her to meet me there for an all-night discussion."

...

Sang Luo had been about to retire for the night when she received an unexpected message. The next moment, she appeared before Quanxiu Palace.