Interstellar Beast World: Winning the Villain's Heart with Cubs Chapter 120: Feng Yanshen, The Sly demon

She was stunned, her mind reeling as she felt herself bending under the weight of his passion.

She wanted to push him away, to smack the arrogance off his face, but her hands remained frozen, clutching his shoulders for support.

A terrifying realization dawned on her: she wasn’t fighting him.

Feng Yanshen did not slow down. He deepened the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth to explore every corner with a possessive hunger.

His hands were just as restless.

One hand slid beneath her top, his palms warm and rough as they explored the curve of her back. She felt herself losing all sense of reality, drifting away in the heat of his embrace.

The world outside the two of them ceased to exist until a loud, heavy sound...the breaking of sothing shattered the silence.

The noise acted like a bucket of cold water.

She snapped out of the trance, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She pulled her head back, her eyes wide and blurry with heat, only to see a figure standing a short distance away.

Her heart plumted as her gaze t the cold, piercing eyes of Han Soi.

The atmosphere turned icy in an instant. The intimacy was gone, replaced by a suffocating tension as the three of them stood frozen in the quiet of the gate.

Feng Yansheng hooked his lips into a sly smile, a look of pure satisfaction spreading across his face.

He peeked at the newcor through the shadow of his long eyelashes, his gaze brimming with a dark, playful light.

He was genuinely happy...happier than he could ever rember being. It seed he had discovered a new hobby since her arrival: the art of playing pretty, provocative tricks.

For a man who had spent his life in the cold, dignified halls of the Temple, this new side of himself was as surprising as it was addictive.

On the other side, Yue Yue stood frozen. Her face was full of shock as she stared at Han Soi.

Han Soi, in turn, looked as if he had been struck by lightning.

He couldn’t believe his eyes; the sight of the untouchable High Priest holding his female so intimately felt like a physical blow to his gut.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as he took in her flushed face and swollen lips. How could my female... with him?

For a mont, Han Soi felt a suffocating pressure in his chest. A hot, primal rage flared up, making him want to tear the Priest away from her.

But as he watched them, he forced himself to breathe. He looked at the way Yue Yue was leaning into the man, the lack of true rejection in her eyes, and his heart sank.

He cald down, his shoulders slumping slightly as a bitter smile touched his lips. It seems she has started to develop feelings for the High Priest, he thought, a wave of sadness washing over him.

And really, what is wrong with that? He knew he couldn’t be so shaless as to hoard such a precious female all to himself.

In their world, she deserved the protection of the strongest, and there was no one stronger than the man currently smirking at him.

He walked toward them with steady steps, his face was calm despite the turmoil inside.

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Feng Yansheng finally let Yue Yue’s feet touch the ground, though he kept his hand lingering near her waist for a second too long, a silent claim of territory that made Han Soi’s jaw tighten.

Han Soi reached them and spoke in a gentle, controlled voice. "Yue Yue, you must be hungry. Let’s go eat."

That was all he said. No accusations, no shouting. Yue Yue felt a wave of intense guilt wash over her.

She was so nervous she didn’t dare et his eyes, her gaze fixed firmly on the dirt at her feet. She felt like a child caught with her hand in the honey jar.

Han Soi felt a pang of pity seeing her so distressed; even though his heart was hurting, he couldn’t bear to see her suffer under the weight of her own guilt.

Feng Yansheng, ever the instigator, watched the scene with an air of fake friendliness.

"Ah, Brother Han Soi is here," he said smoothly.

Han Soi’s eye twitched involuntarily.

Who is your brother? We have nothing in common, he thought, his blood starting to simr again at the Priest’s casual tone.

But Feng Yansheng was far from finished. He stepped closer, his expression radiating a false sense of camaraderie.

"You won’t mind that I call you ’Brother,’ right? After all, you are the first beast husband of our female. Technically, that makes us brothers in the sa household."

The word "husband" tasted like ash in Han Soi’s mouth when spoken by the Priest.

He felt like he was being mocked for his position. He wanted to growl, to tell the man to back off, but he remained silent, not wanting to scare Yue Yue further.

Feng Yansheng beca even more shaless as he leaned in.

"Brother Han Soi, since you have more experience, you really should teach about the habits of our female."

He then lowered his voice to a whisper that only Han Soi could hear, his eyes glinting with smugness.

"You should especially tell how she likes to be treated in bed. I want to make sure I can please her even better in the future."

The words hit Han Soi like a physical punch.

His vision blurred with rage for a split second, and he nearly lost his restraint. He wanted to launch a fist into the High Priest’s smug face, to wipe that arrogant "devil fox" grin away forever.

He felt humiliated and provoked, his pride as a male being stepped on in the most disrespectful way possible.

Yue Yue hadn’t heard the whispered comnt about the bed, but she had heard everything else.

Feng Yansheng didn’t want her to see his wicked, manipulative side just yet, so he continued loudly, "After all, we are going to be a single family soon. It is much better if we learn to get along together for her sake."

The sheer audacity of his words finally broke Yue Yue’s silence. "Who is going to mate with you?! Dream on!" she scread, her face exploding in a fresh wave of heat.

She couldn’t take the tension or the embarrassnt for another second. She turned on her heel and ran away, her heart hamring against her ribs.

Feng Yansheng watched her retreating figure and let out a low, delighted chuckle. He turned back to the fuming Han Soi, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"See how shy she becos at the re thought of mating with ?" he remarked, patting Han Soi on the shoulder as if they were truly the best of friends.

Han Soi felt like he was being taunted by a master predator.

"Brother Han Soi, you really must teach your ways. I’m a fast learner, and I truly don’t want to disappoint her when the ti cos."