Future Beast World: Becoming A Pampered Beauty-Chapter 264 - 207: "Preparing for Pregnancy

Sang Luo turned over and buried her face in the covers. ’He’s going to "torment" me for so many days again... It’s so exhausting!’

The next second, Fei Yuan’s large hand snatched her out.

Startled, Sang Luo quickly hooked her supple arms around his neck and buried her face in the crook of his, muttering petulantly, "Hmph! And Your Majesty said you weren’t impatient!"

"Mm, very impatient. I’ve desperately missed your body, Little Luoruo," Fei Yuan admitted freely, turning and walking out of the hall with her in his arms.

"Wait! I’m still in my sleep clothes! It’ll be so embarrassing if the palace staff see me..." Sang Luo protested as he carried her out of the palace. Catching sight of numerous sweeping servants, she hurriedly pounded on his back a few times.

A few bold Beastmen, seeing Your Majesty striding out with his beloved female in his arms, peeked curiously.

The female’s figure was slender and beautiful, her ink-black hair like woven silk. She wore only a loose white nightgown, its sleeves drooping to reveal her soft, snow-white arms.

The Beast Emperor’s large hand was wrapped around her legs, holding her gown down, but the sight of her long, porcelain-white calves made several of the male servants stare, completely forgetting their work.

"What’s there to be afraid of? I’m carrying the female I like for a stroll through my palace. I’d like to see who’s reckless enough to gawk."

Fei Yuan loved to deliberately tease her and draw out her delightfully bashful reactions, but he had no desire for her exquisite beauty to be glimpsed by low-class beasts. He took off his outer robe and draped it over her, covering her legs.

He shot a glare outside.

The male servants fell to their knees in terror, slapping their own faces furiously. They were quickly dragged away by the guards.

The rest of the servants kept their heads bowed, dutifully working. No one dared to risk another glance.

Still flushed with embarrassment, Sang Luo curled up in his arms and buried her face deep in his chest.

With the large hand supporting her back, Fei Yuan stroked her wonderfully soft, long hair, then pinched her fair cheek. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Tonight, would you prefer inside the hall, or outside? There’s also Moon Lake in the rear garden. I guarantee that absolutely no one will come by this time..."

"Your Majesty!"

Remembering something, Sang Luo’s face flushed a deep crimson. She reached out and pinched his waist hard.

’He said the same thing last time, and a passing servant almost saw us. And he... he wants to do it again!’

"Servants often have trysts behind the rockeries in the Imperial Garden. It must be quite the ’Holy Land’ for pleasure. Why don’t we go and try it out?" he added, pressing his luck.

"I’m not going! If you want to go so badly, find another female to go have your fun with!" Sang Luo’s face felt like it was on fire. She tried to wriggle out of his arms, but he only held her tighter, his chest rumbling with a pleased, low laugh.

’Compared to feigned seduction, he much preferred her genuine, bashful innocence.’

’So adorable.’

Fei Yuan carried Sang Luo to Yangxin Hall.

"I need to handle several days’ worth of accumulated state affairs first. Wait for me tonight, and be good." Fei Yuan gave her a quick kiss, his gaze burning as he looked at the beautiful, tempting female on the bed.

’Once he finished his work, he could savor her all night long.’

As night fell, palace attendants led Sang Luo to a pool behind the hall. It was filled with vibrant red flower petals, and an enchanting white mist drifted across the surface, creating a dreamlike scene.

"We old servants shall attend to the noble female’s scented bath." An elderly female respectfully took the outer robe Sang Luo removed.

Servants were generally male, but the Beast Palace did employ some elderly females of common birth, specifically to attend to the palace’s noble females and concubines.

Sang Luo stripped naked and stepped into the pool.

The water was the perfect temperature—neither too hot nor too cold.

Many Energy Barytes were scattered at the bottom of the pool, meant to wash away fatigue.

She soaked comfortably in the warm water, inhaling the scent of burning incense as she slowly closed her eyes.

Several old nannies bustled about, carefully scrubbing every inch of her skin, yet not daring to apply even the slightest pressure.

They were full of praise. "The noble female is truly beautiful. Her skin is so fair and delicate. In all my years, I’ve never seen such an exquisite person."

"What’s that saying... oh, right! ’Skin like fine cream.’ That’s the perfect phrase to describe a beauty like the noble female."

"No wonder Your Majesty dismissed his entire harem for you. This is truly exclusive favor. Your future blessings will be limitless."

"Only a beauty such as the noble female could win His Majesty’s heart."

"...Or maybe it’s just a pretty face that hooked His Majesty the Beast Emperor’s heart. After a while, when he gets tired of her, she’ll probably be sent away from the palace, just like all those concubines before..."

Perhaps thinking she was asleep, the old nannies’ whispers grew bolder. Sang Luo frowned, opened her eyes, and said with a smile, "Hooked him? It was your Majesty who came on to me."

"Ah, the noble female is awake..." The nanny who had spoken nearly dropped her towel into the pool.

"It was my own good looks and power that won Little Luoruo’s heart."

A tall, slender figure had appeared outside the door at some unknown time, his low, rich, and sexy voice laced with a doting laugh.

"Your Majesty!"

The old nannies hurriedly bowed, uncertain whether they should leave. ’What if this is part of their... foreplay?’

Sang Luo glanced at the door before looking away. "Keep washing," she said. "Ignore him. He wouldn’t dare come in!"

The man outside chuckled and left.

The nannies could see that this noble female’s word was law, so they continued scrubbing.

Sang Luo turned to one of the old nannies with white-streaked hair. While the others seemed to have their own agendas, this one had the gentlest temperament, spoke tactfully, and served her well. "What’s your name?"

"You may call this old servant Nanny Fang, noble female."

"How many years have you been on duty in the Imperial Palace, Nanny Fang?"

"Fifty years," Nanny Fang replied. "There used to be many female attendants in the palace, but after His Majesty dismissed the harem, most of them left. Only a few of us old-timers with nowhere else to go remained here to live out our years. His Majesty is generous and specifically assigned us to serve you, noble female."

After the bath, another old nanny brought over a sheer silk gown, as thin as a cicada’s wing, for her to wear.

Sang Luo’s mouth twitched. The gown was so sheer it would hide nothing; wearing it was no different from being naked. "I have to wear this?"

"His Majesty specifically ordered it."

’Pervert!’ Sang Luo thought.

She returned to Yangxin Hall and lay on the bed. By now, it was late at night.

The sound of steady footsteps approached from outside the door.

"Let me see... is Little Luoruo dressed properly and waiting for me in bed like a good girl?"

A long, slender hand parted the beaded curtain.

Fei Yuan had also just returned from bathing. His long hair was unbound, spilling over his shoulders with a slight, elegant curl at the ends. He wore only a deep, bewitching red bathrobe, open at the chest. The sash was tied so loosely it looked as though a single tug would undo it.

His face was exquisitely, magnificently handsome. The slight curve of his lips held an endless allure. A single glance was enough to make any female’s heart race and her knees weaken with the desire to spend a night of passion with him.

Seeing her in the sheer gown, Fei Yuan was extremely satisfied. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his lap.

Sang Luo caught the pleasant scent of agarwood on him.

Fei Yuan’s long-fingered hand settled on her slender waist, caressing and kneading her through the thin layer of silk.

Sang Luo quickly melted against him, letting out a soft moan.

Fei Yuan laid her down on the bed.

He followed, half-kneeling on the bed. Cradling the backs of her knees in his hands, he lowered his head and began kissing that exceptionally tender skin, moving lower and lower...

Sang Luo’s breathing grew ragged. She watched him through eyes hazy with desire, her voice tinged with lust. "Your Majesty~"

The drawn-out syllable was a coquettish, seductive invitation for him to enter her.

Fei Yuan’s breathing deepened. He produced several small jars and bottles from somewhere and opened a porcelain one. Scooping out a bit of translucent white ointment, he said, "This one is magnolia-scented, exceptionally fresh and elegant... And this one is rose. Which one does Luo’er want?"