The next morning.
The mont Rory opened her eyes, her breath caught.
All she could see was honey-toned skin, firm and sculpted, rising and falling slowly with each steady breath.
Her cheek was pressed against a solid, cool chest. Beneath her ear, a powerful, rhythmic heartbeat echoed.
"Female Master, you’re awake."
Xarion’s low, cool voice sounded above her head, instantly clearing the last traces of sleep from her mind.
"Xarion? Why are you here?"
Under the blanket, a long leg slid around hers—bare skin against bare skin, no fabric in between.
"I was waiting for you to wake up."
His voice carried the roughness of early morning, like silk brushed with sand.
Before she could react, he shifted, rolling over and pinning her beneath him. Silver hair spilled down like moonlight, brushing across her flushed cheeks.
One hand braced beside her ear. The other slowly swept aside the strands of hair across her neck, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin there in unhurried strokes.
Rory could feel his body heat clearly now—the cool undertone of his skin enveloping her completely.
This version of Xarion felt like a wolf that had been starving for a long ti.
He was dangerous.
She tried to push him away.
The mont she moved, his knee shifted beneath the covers, parting her legs just enough to force her to look up at him.
"Xarion, you..."
Her voice trembled, fingers pressed against his chest.
"Female Master... can you feel it?"
He watched her with complete seriousness.
His long leg tightened deliberately around her, cool and warm skin pressed together. The firm presence between them was impossible to ignore.
Her breath stopped.
Though his skin always ran cool, what pressed against her now felt shockingly hot—solid, undeniable, searing.
The outline of him was bold, unrestrained, almost aggressively clear.
"You..."
Her mind felt like it was lting. Were male rut periods always this terrifying?
"Are you satisfied, Female Master?"
There was even a hint of carefulness in his voice.
She looked so stunned—surely that ant she was satisfied?
He might not rival Jasper in quantity, but surely he wasn’t lacking in quality.
Was that really how one asked such a question?
"Xarion. Get up first."
She worried he might lose control.
"You haven’t answered yet."
His eyes locked onto her face, unwilling to miss even the slightest expression.
"If I answer, will you get up?"
He nodded.
Then realization dawned on her.
"You... you crawled into my bed early in the morning without clothes just to ask this?"
"Yes." He nodded solemnly. "I was afraid you wouldn’t like it. I wanted you to see it in advance."
See it in advance? Who on earth had taught him this?
She shoved him off at once.
"Put your clothes on and get out."
First thing in the morning—was it really necessary to shock her like that?
"Are you not satisfied?"
He remained sprawled under the covers, moon-pale hair scattered across the pillow. His pale face looked almost fragile—eyes carrying the faintest trace of grievance.
The sight nearly triggered sothing dangerous in her.
She took a deep breath to steady herself.
"I’m satisfied. Very satisfied. So, now can you please put your clothes on?"
She hurriedly pulled her own clothes from her ring storage and dressed quickly.
Xarion truly lived up to his reputation—half-dead on the surface, yet fully capable of pulling off bold feats.
Not only had he silently appeared in her bed, he had even removed her clothes.
Once dressed, she watched him sit up slowly, reluctantly putting his clothes back on.
"You promised before you wouldn’t get into my bed."
Back at the villa, he had obediently slept on the floor rather than cross that line.
"This is not the villa," he replied calmly. "This is the rest cabin’s bed. Not yours."
Rory stared at him.
Was he really exploiting loopholes with her?
Her face flushed again at the mory of monts earlier.
"From now on, you are not allowed on any bed I’m lying in without my permission."
He hesitated, then nodded.
"Alright."
If he couldn’t get on her bed... then bringing her to his bed would still be acceptable, wouldn’t it?
Rory, of course, had no idea what he was thinking.
She washed up quickly and opened the bedroom door—
Only to find Jasper and Nix standing upright right outside.
Nix was holding Cotton Candy.
"Squeak!"
The mont the pink rabbit saw her, he leapt straight into her arms, happily rubbing against her.
Female Master slled so good. Finally, another chance to cuddle.
"Rory, you’re finally awake."
Nix grinned. "I’ve already made breakfast. I’ll bring it over right now."
"Xarion said he went to wake you up. Didn’t expect it to take so long."
Who knew what that guy had been doing in there?
Nix shot Xarion a glare before hurrying off to fetch breakfast.
Before Rory could speak, Jasper took her hand.
"Rory, everything’s packed. We can head back anyti."
She barely had ti to respond when her light-brain chid.
Vincent and Yuel were calling at the sa ti.
She answered both.
In the next instant, two projections in military uniform appeared before her.
Yuel stood in his office, gaze warm and intent.
"Rory, I’ve nearly wrapped up my work. I’ll be ho in three hours. I’m going to redecorate our room. If you have any ideas, tell —I’ll arrange everything."
Beside him, Vincent spoke evenly.
"My room also needs redecorating. If you have preferences, tell ."
He wasn’t copying Yuel.
His bedroom truly had never been thoughtfully arranged. He’d always lived alone, mostly in his study.
Now that he was about to bond with her, he couldn’t possibly let her sleep in a plain, cold space.
What if she disliked it and never wanted to enter his room again?
Jasper leaned closer and murmured softly, "Rory, I should redecorate my room too. What style do you like?"
Xarion remained silent, though he shot Nix—who had just returned with breakfast—a grateful look.
Before coming to A3, he had already asked Nix to arrange his room for him.
Yuel had provided the plan. Nix had handled the setup personally.
Surely the Female Master would like it?
Looking at the urgency in all their eyes, Rory suddenly felt a little afraid to go back.
With her small fra... could she even survive all of them?
"You can decorate however you like. I’m fine with anything. No need to ask ."
She quickly ended the calls with Yuel and Vincent.
Then she looked at the three n before her.
"Go take care of your own matters. After I finish breakfast, we’ll depart."
They would definitely return.
But once they did, she was going to establish so rules. Otherwise, her poor little body truly wouldn’t endure it.
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