Interstellar Beast World: The Ferocious Beast Husband Has a Wild Mind

Chapter 202 The estrus season has arrived

An indescribable and enchanting atmosphere filled the air.

Body temperature gradually rises, and long-suppressed desires break free from their restraints.

He wanted a little Bodhisattva.

I want to get the little Bodhisattva.

She held Sang Qing tightly in her arms, kissing and lingering with him, but it still wasn't enough.

not enough!

Not enough.

Sang Qing's face was flushed, and she finally pushed Shi Ying away, panting.

His gaze shifted away from Shi Ying's chest, which was also heaving violently with panting.

"You still haven't answered my question. What's wrong with you today? Why are you so out of control?"

The lighting was dim, and even the emotions in Shi Ying's eyes flickered.

Why?

He saw the little bodhisattva with others and became insanely jealous.

He didn't want the little bodhisattva to have another beast husband.

He wanted to possess the little Bodhisattva all to himself.

But if Awan finds out about his despicable thoughts, will she divorce him because of his jealousy?

That was someone Awan used to like...

He didn't want to answer; he didn't want a divorce.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against Sang Qing's ear.

"Ah Wan, I want..."

Sang Qing blushed, but refused: "No."

Shi Ying held her breath, but the little bodhisattva was always so calm.

But the desire he had been aroused by the little bodhisattva was hard to extinguish; his whole body was burning hot and he could not find relief no matter what he did.

"If you have nothing else, I'll be going." Sang Qing gradually lost patience and turned to get out of bed.

Shi Ying knelt before Sang Qing, her lips tightly pressed together, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she had made up her mind.

"Heat period!"

He pulled Sang Qing close, buried his head in Sang Qing's neck, and hid all the emotions in his eyes.

The voice seemed to come from the chest, deep and hoarse.

"Master, it's heat time!"

He is now burning up and extremely restless.

Only a little bodhisattva can soothe it.

He wasn't lying.

That is, the heat cycle.

Arrived.

Sang Qing froze, her raised hand frozen in place.

Is this...?

Is that why Shi Ying is so clingy?

So... is he sexually unsatisfied?
After a long silence, Sang Qing finally stammered, "Then... do I need to take my medicine?"

How did Shiying get through her last heat cycle?
"I don't want medicine, I want a master."

Shi Ying hugged her even tighter.

"Only the master."

Even though Sang Qing was right in front of him, he still felt it was unreal, like sand slipping through his fingers, like bubbles in the sunlight that would burst at the slightest touch, making it impossible for him to feel at ease.

He desperately wanted to obtain something, to prove something.

The ears on the top of his head popped out silently, and Shi Ying brushed against Sang Qing's sensitive neck, breathing softly.

"Master, please help me..."

"Please……"

The scorching breath sprayed out, stirring up a wave of heat.

Soft murmurs escaped from the man's lips, suppressing emotions she couldn't understand.

He called her name over and over again, making her anxious.

During heat, it seems like it's time for...that.

"Owner……"

Shi Ying waited for a long time without getting an answer, so she looked up at her.

His eyes were slightly red at the corners, like a large dog abandoned by its owner, uneasy and vulnerable.

Sang Qing sighed.

Never mind, her cat.

"Lower your head."

Shi Ying lowered his head, Sang Qing rubbed his ear, and then tilted his head back to kiss him.

Having received permission, Shi Ying's chest heaved violently, and he immediately took the initiative.

He placed his large hand on the back of Sang Qing's neck, deepening the kiss.

With his other hand supporting Sang Qing's waist, he fell onto the bed.

Sang Qing did not refuse, even though her dress was loose.

……

The lamplight flickered, and limbs intertwined.

The ambiguous relationship escalated, growing intensely passionate and profound...

Beneath the sweat, their hands, clasped tightly together above their heads, gleamed with the subtle light of their animal-patterned designs.

True possession finally brought a sense of peace to my restless and repressed heart.

"Master, please don't abandon me."

"Also..." Don't like other people.

Scattered whispers were muffled by passionate gasps.

Sang Qing was too weak to respond to him; she didn't even want to move her fingers.

……

Until the early hours of the morning, Shi Ying held the soundly sleeping Sang Qing in his arms, their noses touching the top of her head.

Jealousy dissipated, and love surged like a tide.

The unique fragrance seemed a little stronger, lingering around the nose and refreshing the soul.

Little Bodhisattva...

It finally belongs to him.

Shi Ying shook Sang Qing and whispered, "Master, take a bath before you sleep."

"It hurts~"

Sang Qing turned over, her voice unusually sweet.

So pampered.

Just as Shi Ying was about to pick the person up, she suddenly noticed that where Sang Qing had turned the bed sheet, there was a bloodstain.

Shi Ying stood there stunned, her heart filled with panic.

After a long while, he raised his hand, which was trembling.

The moment I saw the mark on the inside of my wrist, my blood seemed to freeze.

The feathers shimmered with a deep blue luster, as if the morning glow had been woven into their shafts. When they spread their wings against the light, they transformed into countless silver threads, each feather seemingly etched with frosty, watery patterns. The wings opened proudly, and the head nestled obediently against his wrist.

Its tail feathers spread out and wrapped around his wrist completely, domineeringly encircling his wrist entirely.

This is the little Bodhisattva's first time!
But he was so indulgent... his demands were insatiable...

Shi Ying carried Sang Qing to take a bath and then carefully placed her back on the bed.

A gentle breeze stirred the gauze curtains, and a few rays of moonlight quietly slipped into the room, casting shadows that illuminated the room's ambiance.

Shi Ying stared at Sang Qing's sleeping face for a long time, still unable to recover from the shock.

Yet the beast mark on his wrist felt so real.

He was Sang Qing's first male.

But why?
It was clear that Sang Qing already had his beast mark on him.

But Sang Qing's beast mark only appeared today.

He always thought that Sang Qing had been with other beastmen before, which was why he didn't have a beast mark on his hand.

Therefore, they had not had sexual intercourse before; Sang Qing had used other methods to unilaterally bind him.

Sang Qing had never been in a relationship with anyone else; tonight was her first time.

So, why did he hate her so much before?
Was it simply because she whipped him when he was weak, causing him to become mentally unstable?
But didn't she repay him a hundredfold or a thousandfold?

What's a little pain?
Was it because she violated him while he was unconscious?
But she didn't.

Instead, he took her virginity.

All hatred had lost its justification; he was the one entirely at fault.

He misunderstood her.

Ah Wan never wronged him in the first place.

But he bared his fangs at her, hurting her far more severely than she had imagined.

Ah Wan saved him.

What did he do?
Did he want to kill her?
A wave of guilt and remorse washed over him, overwhelming him and making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Sorry……"

"Master, I'm sorry..."

He murmured apologies repeatedly, repenting for his past mistakes.

It's understandable that Awan dislikes him.

He was wrong.

……

When Sang Qing opened her eyes at dawn, the scene before her was not the familiar one.

This is Shi Ying's room.

Recalling the madness of last night, Sang Qing's face involuntarily flushed.

Shi Ying was too...

It's so embarrassing to talk about.

Master, little bodhisattva, Awan...

A jumble of random terms came out of Shi Ying's mouth...

Sang Qing raised her arm to cover her face, leaving only her beautiful cherry lips visible.

I dare not even think about it.

Sang Qing got out of bed and found Shi Ying sitting on the balcony, seemingly lost in thought. The window was closed, and she hadn't even noticed that Shi Ying had gotten out of bed.

Last night, Shi Ying tore her skirt. After putting on her inner clothes, Sang Qing went to the closet and found a shirt by Shi Ying to put on over her clothes.

Shi Ying was much taller than her, and her shirt just covered her hips and thighs.

"what?"

As Sang Qing was buttoning her clothes, she suddenly bumped into something on her neck.

It was a necklace, but she wasn't wearing one last night.

Sang Qing came to the mirror and saw an exquisitely crafted snake bone chain with a pendant shaped like a cat's head. The cat's ears were black, and the cat's face was made of a single, perfectly pure ruby.

There were also a few scattered, ambiguous red marks on the side of the necklace near the neck.

No doubt, it was left behind by Shi Ying's dog.

However, Shi Ying's back was also accidentally scratched by her.

Sang Qing composed herself and went to find Shi Ying.

On the balcony, Shi Ying didn't sleep all night.

He thought about many things, from his first encounter with Sang Qing to now, one by one.

Ah Wan remained clear-headed, while he sank deeper and deeper into depravity, yet he found joy in it.

"Wow—"

The window was suddenly pulled open, and Shi Ying was startled, turning around abruptly.

Their eyes met, and Shi Ying subconsciously held her breath, a hint of unease flashing in her eyes.

But when he saw Sang Qing wearing his shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and her long, fair, and smooth legs exposed, she was excessively alluring.

I couldn't help but let my Adam's apple bob, and the coolness I'd felt all morning was instantly replaced by a burning sensation.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward. Sang Qing tried her best to ignore the shyness and unease in her heart, tugged at the hem of her clothes, and explained calmly.

"You don't have any of my clothes in your room."

"Hmm." Shi Ying hummed softly, her gaze still fixed on Sang Qing.

Sang Qing walked to Shi Ying's side, looked down at him, and asked, "How long will your...heat cycle last?"

Sang Qing paused for a moment, and after saying those three words, she couldn't help but curl her palms.

Shi Ying's eyes flickered, and she replied vaguely, "I don't know."

Sang Qing fell silent.

The timing is still uncertain...

A week? A month?

It varies from person to person?

Aside from her menstrual cramps being more severe than in her previous life, her body seemed no different from that of a normal human, and she never experienced any particularly sensitive or empty periods.

Therefore, the mating season should be unique to male orcs.

Sang Qing thought to herself, "It can't be too long, can it?"

Moreover, Shi Ying is now her cat, and she is his wife.

So she said, "If you feel unwell... come find me."

As Sang Qing spoke the last few words, her voice grew softer and softer, as if she found it difficult to utter them.

However, Shi Ying still heard it. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes sparkling like stars.

It was somewhat unbelievable, yet I felt a faint sense of anticipation.

His ears popped out uncontrollably, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice, hoarse, gradually took on a sultry tone, "Really... is it okay?"

Shi Ying gripped Sang Qing's hand tightly, staring at her with burning eyes.

Sang Qing felt her ears burning from Shi Ying's gaze, turned her head away, and softly hummed in agreement.

In an instant, a surge of heat welled up in Shi Ying's heart.

Ah Wan is so kind.