Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 171: Don’t hand me to this pervert!

A few hours later.

Rory parted ways with Lola Brandon at the Central District star-rail hub and boarded the shuttle back to the manor.

She had barely stepped inside—hadn’t even properly sat down on the sofa, when Vincent and Yuel arrived.

"Rory!"

Yuel strode over at once, stopping right in front of her, his gaze burning as he took her in from head to toe.

"Let me take a look at you. Was A3 exhausting? Did you push yourself too hard?"

Vincent followed close behind, his sharp eyes scanning her carefully. Only after confirming she hadn’t lost weight and bore no injuries did he relax.

He turned to Jasper.

"Why did you arrive so early? Weren’t you scheduled to reach the Central District in another hour?"

They had originally planned to meet her at the star-rail hub. But just as they set out, Nix had messaged saying Rory was already home.

So they’d turned back immediately.

Jasper explained calmly, "We encountered a temporal rift on the way. It shortened our travel time by about an hour."

Vincent nodded.

Then his gaze returned to Rory.

"You just got back. You must be tired. Would you like to go upstairs and rest?"

Before she could respond, Yuel spoke first.

"Rory, come rest in my room. I’ve already redecorated it. You’ll definitely like it."

Xarion added quietly, "Female Master, my room is ready as well. You could rest there."

Nix, who had just returned, pressed his lips together in obvious displeasure.

"Rory, I’ll go decorate mine right now. It’ll be ready before dinner. Just wait for me."

Jasper’s room wasn’t ready yet either. He immediately said, "Rory, I’ll go prepare mine too."

Nix’s room could wait.

But Jasper’s absolutely had to be finished before dinner.

As Jasper headed off, Vincent stepped closer to Rory.

"Rory, would you like to see my room? I’ve redone it entirely. I even installed the latest massage chair. Would you like to try it?"

"Squeak!"

In her arms, Aren—still in pink rabbit form—let out a small sound.

He suddenly wanted to decorate his own room too.

Then he could bond with the Female Master as well.

But he was still hiding his identity.

How was he supposed to confess?

Anxiety gnawed at him.

Rory was anxious too.

Faced with the eager gazes of Yuel, Xarion, and Vincent, she almost wished she could split herself in three.

How was she supposed to choose?

No matter who she picked, the other two would be disappointed.

Balancing this situation was far too difficult.

So—

"I think I’ll go back to my own room first." She smiled awkwardly. "I’ll definitely visit your rooms—one by one. There’s no rush. Really."

Vincent, unwilling to put her in a difficult position, spoke gently.

"Then I’ll escort you upstairs."

"Okay." She nodded quickly.

Yuel had already anticipated this outcome.

It was these two who insisted on competing with him.

Vincent was one thing.

But when had Xarion learned to fight for attention?

Yuel’s gaze shifted to the pink rabbit in Rory’s arms.

He smiled.

"Then I’ll help take care of the rabbit. It’s adorable. Though it doesn’t have any accessories—I’ll dress it up a bit."

Rory looked down at Cotton Candy.

Such a beautiful little pink fluffball did deserve some decorations.

She handed the rabbit over to Yuel, adding a warning:

"Keep it normal."

No indecent outfits. She still planned to take Cotton Candy outside.

"Don’t worry," Yuel assured her lightly. "I’ll watch a few pet-grooming tutorials. I’ll make it look lovely."

The moment Aren met Yuel’s smiling eyes, a chill ran down his spine.

"Squeak!"

He squirmed as Yuel reached for him.

Xarion was a pervert.

This one might be worse.

Beasts who read those books and watched those videos couldn’t possibly be proper.

"Squeak..."

Female Master, don’t hand me to this pervert.

Female Master, don’t go!

But Rory had already gone upstairs with Vincent.

"Behave."

Yuel pressed the struggling rabbit firmly in his arms, watching Rory disappear around the third-floor corner.

He wasn’t sentimental about pets.

As long as the Female Master wasn’t present, the little thing had better behave.

Once Rory and Vincent vanished from sight, Yuel turned to Xarion, who was still standing nearby.

"So," Yuel said mildly, "have you decided you don’t want to die anymore?"

Xarion glanced at him but said nothing, turning slowly toward his room.

Yuel continued casually.

"That could be troublesome."

"You already agreed with Rory—after bonding, you’d let her carve your beast mark and then... go. If you suddenly change your mind, won’t she think you deceived her? And you know how much she hates being lied to."

"You’ve met Dax, haven’t you? He lost his match with her because he deceived her."

Xarion stopped walking.

In Yuel’s arms, Aren stiffened as well.

She hates being lied to.

If she discovered he’d been pretending to be a rabbit, he’d be dancing directly on her most sensitive nerve.

What should he do?

How was he supposed to explain?

No one noticed Aren’s silent panic.

Xarion turned back and walked up to Yuel, pulling out an Eleventh-Rank insect core and holding it out.

"I won’t compete with you. Help me."

Yuel didn’t take it.

"We’re brothers. I wouldn’t truly watch you walk toward death."

"Last night, you had Nix ask me how to make Rory draw closer to you, didn’t you? Do as I advised first. Let her accept you. Let her want to approach you. Once she fully accepts you, find the right moment. Tell her you don’t want to die. Then bond."

Xarion nodded.

"I understand. Thank you."

So Yuel had known all along that Nix was asking on his behalf.

Xarion stuffed the core into Yuel’s hand. "For you."

Yuel frowned. He genuinely hadn’t intended to take it.

He’d only wanted to secure a few extra days of advantage.

But if Xarion insisted...

What could he do?

***

Upstairs, Vincent pushed Rory gently—but firmly—against the door panel.

Then he kissed her.

Her back pressed against the cool metal of the door, but his chest was burning hot against her front.

The kiss was fierce—almost savage—like a beast that had finally torn off its carefully maintained disguise.

His lips claimed hers with suppressed intensity, leaving her breathless.

Her eyes widened in shock.

Vincent had always been restrained, composed—even during their most intimate moments in his study.

She had never seen him lose control like this.

But now his hand gripped her waist tightly, almost enough to bruise.

His breath invaded her mouth, his tongue parting her lips with decisive insistence.

Rory’s fingers clutched at his uniform unconsciously, her heartbeat pounding painfully fast.

She could feel the change in him—every muscle taut, coiled like a drawn bowstring.

And what made her ears burn even more... He was pressed against her.

Hard. Hot. Demanding.

"Vincent... you... calm down first."

She finally managed to whisper between breaths, her voice softer than she intended.

His forehead rested against hers. His breathing was heavy, and in his darkened eyes swirled a hunger she had never seen before.