The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 35: Just Right

Lips tightly closed, corners slightly drooping, conveying a suppressed exhaustion.

The corners of his eyes were bluish, with a faint dark color under his skin.

Clearly, he was utterly exhausted, his heart cold.

Yet that female insists every time he returns, he must stay at her place.

She says it’s a rule, a clause in the contract, not to be violated.

Her tone is firm, as if commanding a subordinate.

Rather than addressing a hero returning from the battlefield.

He dismissed all the guards.

Who would have thought, a man who strikes fear into enemies on the battlefield would bow down in this house?

His green eyes gradually lost their light, the once sharp pupils became dull.

The whole person reverted to that cold demeanor, standing in the dim corridor.

He raised his hand to knock on the door, fingertips just touching the door panel, but heard a noise inside.

Faint footsteps and whispers, as if someone was talking.

He thought it was Evan or Ethan inside, his fist clenched immediately, nails digging into his palm.

His heart ached fiercely, as if something had stabbed it hard.

Why is she always like this?

Every time he fights desperately to return, she’s either talking to others or simply absent.

He’s reminded her before, but she never cares.

He shudders to think how much Henry must have been hurt earlier, unable to even fly.

That child has always been strong, able to endure pain and carry burdens.

But when returning from the training field that day, his wings couldn’t lift, and he couldn’t even speak coherently.

That sight made his heart tighten.

He stared at the door for a few seconds, breathing lightly.

The voices inside continued, no one noticed him.

Eventually, he silently turned around, footsteps slow, heading step by step towards the guest room.

Each step felt like walking on ice, cold and heavy.

Early the next morning.

Selene pushed away the man pressing against her, her body sour and swollen.

She propped herself up by the bed, feeling like she was falling apart.

Indeed, a female body couldn’t bear it.

If not for the system just indicating the child was fine, she wouldn’t dare endure such turmoil with him.

Zane woke immediately, sensing her movements, swiftly wrapped his arms around her waist.

His gaze was as pitiful as a abandoned cat, brows slightly furrowed, lips lightly pursed, voice hoarse.

"I’ve given myself to you, don’t run away! You’re not allowed to leave me! Or else, or else! Or else I’ll cling to you!"

Selene couldn’t help but laugh at his expression, raised her hand to pinch his cheek.

The touch was warm, the skin smooth.

Her tone was relaxed.

"Get up, it’s almost noon, won’t your tail do something? Don’t stay in bed."

Zane froze for a moment, instinctively remembering he’s a Marine Beastman.

In water, he relies on his tail to swim, on land he habitually flicks his tail for balance.

He reflexively flicked his tail, causing him to almost fall off the bed.

He looked down, two legs?

Knees bent, feet on the sheet.

This wasn’t his body structure.

Where was his tail?

Why had it transformed into legs?

Marine Beastmen have a genetic lock, unable to grow legs.

That’s why they’ve always been looked down upon by Terrestrial Beastmen.

His eyes widened, stared firmly at Selene, breathing becoming rapid.

He knew she was special, not an ordinary female.

She was here to save him!

She must have a way to unlock the genetic lock of Marine Beasts.

Selene stood frozen, mind in chaos.

She raised her hand to scratch her slightly itchy scalp, frowned and asked: "Do you have pants to wear? You can’t stay naked like this."

Zane’s ears instantly filled with blood, turning bright red.

If he indeed had a tail, it would have curled up due to the heat.

"No... no."

He answered softly, his voice somewhat tight.

In Beastman Transformation, fur naturally formed garments covering the body.

But whenever they revert to original form, the clothing disappears.

Upon re-transforming, new garments would reappear.

This process was common and predictable.

But Zane was a Mermaid.

His transformation was different from regular Beastmen.

His scales would shed during Transformation, body gradually turning human-like.

Whether this process was a true Transformation, Selene herself wasn’t sure.

She sighed, standing up from the bedside, planning to search the wardrobe for clothes he could wear.

Light showered on her skin, appearing fair and smooth.

Zane’s gaze naturally fell on her silhouette.

The sense of intimacy surged again.

His arms lightly encircled her waist.

"Female, I want to try if my new legs can walk."

Selene frowned, without hesitation elbowed him back.

She said coldly: "If you want to try, have Evan take you outside the villa for a few rounds. Don’t make a fuss here."

She didn’t refuse to indulge him, just didn’t have the mood now.

Her body was hers, she had the right to decide when and when not.

She couldn’t control the hunger in her stomach.

But she had absolute control over her body.

Zane was pushed back a step, showing a hint of grievance on his face.

He muttered softly: "You weren’t saying that last night. You even said I am the purest Beastman you’ve seen, told me to perform well."

Selene turned her head to glare at him, rolling her eyes.

She indeed spoke those words, but they were offhand remarks.

Every male loves flattery, a few compliments make them happy for quite some time.

She might say those words without effort.

If he likes to hear them, she could say it ten times a day, depending on whether he believes continuously.

She walked to the wardrobe, pulled the door open.

Inside were either her bright-colored, lightweight dresses.

Or Caleb’s clothes, neatly straight, with distinct epaulettes.

She glanced around, found no casual wear suitable for Zane.

She stood still, brows furrowing deeper.

The issue now was that she couldn’t let him walk around naked, yet there’s no suitable clothing to change into.

Zane staring at those clothes was infuriated.

The fabric was coarse, epaulet’s metallic clasps shined slightly.

Inside the collar was a line of acronyms, Caleb’s name initials.

Even more irritating was the faint scent on the clothes.

This scent instinctively repulsed him.

But Selene stood beside him, hands on hips, eyes sternly watching him. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

He couldn’t help but lower his head, putting his arms into the sleeves, stiffly dressing one by one.

While zipping up, his neck almost caught, brows knitted tightly.

Selene surveyed him from front to side, then circled to the back to check the collar’s neatness.

She reached out and patted the epaulettes, confirming their proper position.

Her lips slightly curved upward, nodding with satisfaction.

"Fits well. Waist isn’t loose, shoulder line is just right."

In those days, Caleb led the fleet to a major victory.

The battle lasted a full three months.

In the final battle, he personally piloted the flagship into enemy formation, cutting off the Insectoids’ command nodes.

After the Insectoids’ main force collapsed, the remaining troops quickly retreated.

Post-battle stats, seven enemy mother nests destroyed, the transport fleet completely wiped out.