[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-interstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow":3,"chapter-interstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow-interstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow-chapter-226":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1305354,1733,"Chapter 226: Pitiful","interstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow-chapter-226",226,"\u003Cp>Inside the sleeping chamber, Paros sat with Terry perched atop his head, reading aloud the replies from his light brain—carefully selecting the ones he found somewhat useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BeastsDon’tDote:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you want to win your Female Master’s favor, it’s simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the saying goes—if you want to capture her heart, first capture her stomach. Cook delicious meals for her, and she’ll naturally start to like you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terry listened, then immediately shook himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daddy, Mommy already has a merman uncle who cooks for her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And judging by everything he knew...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His daddy didn’t seem like the type who could cook at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This idea clearly wouldn’t work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, another notification chimed from Paros’s inbox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since he posted the thread, countless private messages had poured in—each offering their own \"foolproof\" way to win favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But most of those methods were one-time tricks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Paros wanted... was something lasting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the new message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was from someone namedMoonCrownedHeart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sender hadn’t even offered a method—just vague promises—and yet was already asking forfourtenth-rank beast cores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Paros had no intention of replying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, something inside him stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost unconsciously, he replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can agree to your terms—but only if you can truly help me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The response came quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>MoonCrownedHeart:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me about your current relationship with your Female Master. Only then can I determine how to help you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros hesitated, then typed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Female Master... she doesn’t seem to like me. She smiles at others, but not at me. And even when she does... it feels forced.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He went on, describing Rory’s attitude toward him in detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aboard the warship, Nix stood beside Yuel, reading the anonymous message, his expression softening with sympathy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just look at this... He doesn’t know how to compete for affection, can’t win against the other partners, and even though he has a child with his Female Master—she still doesn’t like him at all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yuel, for the sake of that kid, you’ve got to help him properly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A beast without a Female Master’s love... and a child without a mother’s affection—that’s just too pitiful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nix shook his head, then suddenly grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good thing I met Rory. She’d never dislike me just because I’m bad at competing for affection.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuel glanced at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For once... that was actually true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he lowered his gaze and quickly replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>MoonCrownedHeart:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From what you’ve described, your Female Master is still willing to soothe you—so she hasn’t abandoned you entirely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s more likely that your behavior... is what she finds difficult to accept.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then... what should I do about my child and me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>MoonCrownedHeart:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If your Female Master doesn’t like the way you act now, then change it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you know how to act pitiful?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros thought for a moment before replying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...But would she actually like that side of him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>MoonCrownedHeart:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then take your child and go to her—act pitiful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But remember—do itproperly. Be considerate. Let your Female Master take the initiative to feel sorry for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be pitiful... but considerate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros fell into brief contemplation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without delay, he rose and left his chamber with Terry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daddy... where are we going?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terry yawned sleepily from atop his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dragon Palace grew a little chilly at night, and he instinctively burrowed deeper into Paros’s hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was warmer there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re going to your mother... to act pitiful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros paused, sensing the movement. \"Are you cold?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took out a golden scale and gently covered Terry with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Act pitiful?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terry perked up, curious. He bounced lightly, his deep-blue body brushing against the golden scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daddy, what is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wrapped in it, he didn’t feel cold at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros shook his head. \"I don’t know. I just know it keeps you warm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you like it, you can have it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been sitting in his ring space all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for where it came from—he couldn’t remember.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, Daddy! Terry likes this golden scale!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, they arrived outside Rory’s residence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But instead of going in, Paros stopped at the doorway and sat down nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terry blinked in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daddy, aren’t we supposed to go inside and act pitiful?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We already are.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros’s voice lowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your mother is resting. We mustn’t disturb her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When she wakes up and sees us waiting here—quietly, without bothering her—she’ll feel sorry for us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was whatMoonCrownedHeartmeant—pitiful... but considerate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh...\" Terry finally understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He settled comfortably into Paros’s hair and yawned again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daddy... Terry is sleepy. I’m going to sleep first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still just a newly grown little fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Acting pitiful... could wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paros chuckled softly, reaching up to pat him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go to sleep.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night passed quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morning came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rory stirred awake, nestled comfortably in Vincent’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she shifted, the man beside her opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rory... you’re awake?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was low, rough with the huskiness of early morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lifted her gaze toward him—but before she could speak, his lips found hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, it was just a light, fleeting kiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, that gentleness deepened—lingering, soft, and consuming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms tightened around her, drawing her closer. One hand slipped into her hair, cradling the back of her neck as he deepened the kiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mmm...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her protest dissolved, swallowed whole, the last traces of sleep swept away by the sudden intimacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after a long moment did Vincent finally let her go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes shimmered faintly, her breathing uneven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shot him a glare—but it carried no real threat, only a trace of soft reproach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Teasing me this early in the morning...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she couldn’t even do anything about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to pull away, but he only held her tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers traced slow circles along her bare back through the thin fabric of her nightdress. The faint roughness of his fingertips sent shivers rippling through her skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That tickles...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shifted, her voice soft as a kitten’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vincent’s voice dropped lower, warm breath brushing against her ear as his hand slid slowly down the curve of her spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rory... where does it—mm—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t get to finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rory clapped a hand over his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop. Don’t say another word.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shot him a fierce look—but he only gazed back innocently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One more word, and she really wouldn’t be able to hold herself back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet to Vincent, her glare held no menace at all—only a soft, endearing sweetness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blinking behind her hand, his eyes curved with deeper amusement, warm enough to drown in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He obediently fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his gaze remained fixed on her—intense, burning, as though it carried heat of its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then... Rory felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warm, damp sensation against her palm... coming from his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>",1119,"2026-06-05T18:17:47.496Z",1,"novelbin.me","49b984a4d43d645ed1583579806f8cfbe2cf93249b04a09448e630dc3716bf2c","interstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow-chapter-52","interstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow-chapter-225",315,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Finterstellar-beast-world-all-my-husbands-are-pow-cover.jpg"]