Yuna's eyes darted away nervously. "Who... Who's embarrassed?" Her voice was weak and unconvincing.
"Haha..." Watching her awkwardness, Ethan Gray couldn't help but burst out laughing. This little kitty was just too adorable!
Yuna, now both angry and embarrassed, snapped, "No laughing!" She lashed out with her paw, leaving several bloody scratches on Ethan's chest.
Staring at the fresh scratches, Yuna froze, retracting her paw. She mumbled softly, "I didn't mean to..."
Ethan didn't seem to mind at all. He simply flipped her over and rubbed her belly, an alluring smile playing on his lips. "You have to be clean, or you can't sleep in my bed!" His words were so teasing and suggestive.
During their journey, whenever they rested at an inn, Yuna insisted on sleeping in a bed. Naturally, the two ended up sharing one, since Ethan refused to get her a separate room!
Yuna stomped her little legs in outrage. "You scoundrel! Taking advantage of me like this—you're dead meat!"
Ethan snorted, pulling her hind legs apart and continuing to wash her. Yuna's cries grew even more pitiful. "You pervert! Shameless! Despicable!"
The bath was nothing short of a wild ordeal. In the end, Yuna lay drenched by the edge of the tub, sobbing quietly. She'd been groped everywhere by this lecher! Her innocence—just like that, it was gone!
Suddenly, Yuna lifted her head and glared at Ethan, who was toweling off. Gritting her teeth, she sprang forward, launching herself straight at him.
Ethan hadn't planned to dodge, but this time Yuna was determined. As she pounced, Ethan stumbled back several steps, crashing into the screen and falling to the ground with it pinned beneath him.
Ethan sighed, amused. This little kitty was truly a wildcat—a wildcat with remarkable strength!
Standing proudly on his chest, Yuna declared loudly, "Now I get to touch you everywhere too!" That was only fair!
Seeing Yuna's serious expression, Ethan couldn't help but smile and nodded, "Alright, go ahead and touch me."
Yuna waved her paw. "Don't think I won't!" With that, her two 'hands' began to roam all over him.
After a while, Yuna collapsed weakly onto his belly and exhaled, "Let me rest first!" Her paws were too small—touching every inch was exhausting!
Ethan tossed a towel over her, wrapping her up and rubbing her vigorously. Yuna struggled and squirmed for a while before poking her head out, her white fur all messy and looking rather pitiful.
Ethan lifted her from the towel and gently fluffed her soft white fur. Wherever his hand passed, the moisture vanished. Yuna stretched lazily, curled up on him, closed her eyes, and started to doze off—completely forgetting she still had half of him left to touch!
Watching her lazy posture, Ethan shook his head. He was actually using his spiritual power to dry a little kitty's fur—this was truly a first!
Just as Ethan was about to get up, a beautiful stranger suddenly appeared at the doorway and called softly, "Prince Damien..." With the screen knocked over, the entire bathroom was exposed. At that moment, Ethan was lying on the screen with nothing but a towel barely covering him. The woman's face flushed and she quickly lowered her gaze.
Just as Yuna had said, Ethan was certainly more mature than most. Whether it was his spiritual power or something else, though only fourteen, his physique was impressive, and his aura was far more composed and commanding than any boy his age. That was why, whether in the martial world or the court, no one ever treated him as a mere junior.
Ethan's gaze swept over the woman, his face darkening as he barked coldly, "Who let you in?"
Yuna was about to drift off to sleep when she was startled awake by Ethan's icy voice. She jumped up in fright, and Ethan quickly reached out to pat her head, soothing her, "It's alright..."
Yuna glanced at him sleepily, then snuggled back onto his chest, eyelids drooping.
The woman's face paled under his oppressive gaze. Only when his aura softened did she let out a breath and explained, a little aggrieved, "Prince Damien... I thought you must be tired after returning to the manor, so I made some soup for you. When I heard noises here, I worried something had happened, so I came to check." She was naturally beautiful, and her pitiful look made her even more endearing.
But Ethan was completely unmoved by her beauty. He simply asked coldly, "Who are you?" He knew the manor was full of freeloading women, which already irritated him. Now this woman was brazen enough to disturb him—clearly it was time to deal with her!
The woman bit her lip and replied softly, "Prince Damien, I am your Princess Consort."
Princess Consort? Ethan frowned deeply. Forgive him—he truly didn't know he already had a Princess Consort!
Suddenly saddled with a Princess Consort, Ethan was far from pleased. His tone grew angrier and more menacing, "Have the Steward come see me!"
Frightened, the woman quickly nodded, "Yes... I'll go right away..." She turned and hurried out as if chased by ghosts.
Yuna shrank her neck. So fierce! It seemed the Big Bad was actually very gentle with her!
Ethan dressed, scooped up Yuna, and left the bathroom. The Steward was already waiting outside, trembling with fear.
Ethan sat at the head seat, his gaze sweeping over the Steward and the woman. He asked in a soft yet dangerous tone, "Steward, what's going on here? How come I didn't know I had a Princess Consort?"
Yuna glanced sympathetically at the two standing before him. When the Big Bad lost his temper, it was sure to be a miserable sight!
So, the little divine beast crept over, gently pried open Ethan's loose collar, and burrowed inside. She'd rather not witness the carnage—if she saw something she shouldn't, the Big Bad might silence her for good!