The Female with the Spirit Spring is Incredibly Sweet and Soft; the Extinct Beastman Kisses Her Waist - Chapter 1

My head throbbed excruciatingly. In a sudden jolt of pain, I snapped my eyes open. An unfamiliar carved ceiling met my gaze, and a faint, peculiar incense filled my nostrils. The luxurious yet technologically advanced furnishings around me instantly cleared my head—I, Lu Xia, had transmigrated.

Before I could even sort out my thoughts, a soft yet trembling voice sounded from beside the bed: “Female Master, you’re awake.” I turned my head to see a man clad in sheer gauze kneeling beside the bed. He was bowing his head, his wispy silver hair obscuring his eyes. Beneath his high-bridged nose, his thin lips were slightly pursed, betraying a hint of nervousness. His almost naked body had flowing lines, appearing to possess a fragile beauty under the dim lighting.

Immediately after, memories that weren’t mine flooded into my mind like a tide. I had transmigrated into an intergalactic beastman era where females were revered and males were inferior. And this man before me was one of my male consorts, Grace, the male son of Duke Leslie. Due to a low gene fusion rate of less than 30%, he couldn’t even beastify, had no status in his family, and was sent as a gift to my bed, as I was about to inherit the ducal title.

Wait! One of my male consorts? I was so shocked I almost exclaimed aloud, forcing myself to digest this ridiculous setting. I quickly learned that I had four more male consorts like him. The original owner was famously “lustful” in the Empire, but due to a heart condition, she couldn’t engage in intimate acts, so she could only find pleasure in abusing her male consorts. Tonight, to indulge herself, the original owner took forbidden drugs despite her condition, which resulted in her death, leading to my transmigration.

“You…” I tentatively opened my mouth, not yet having decided what to say, when I saw Grace slowly shedding the last bit of sheer gauze on him, his voice repressed: “Please, Female Master, enjoy.” My heart tightened, and I quickly said: “Put your clothes back on. I’m not in the mood tonight.”

His face instantly turned pale, his thin lips trembling. Then, he suddenly rose and knelt on the ground, the sheer gauze slipping away, revealing a body that was like fine jade under the lights. He didn’t know where he produced a whip, presenting it with both hands, his voice carrying a hint of pleading: “Please, Female Master, punish me!”

My vision went black. What was all this? I took a deep breath, trying to make my voice sound gentler: “I said I’m not in the mood tonight. You may withdraw for now!” But Grace remained kneeling there, like a statue, stubbornly holding up the whip, as if he would stay kneeling until I agreed.

I was truly helpless. I snatched the whip from his hand. His body instantly tensed, but I simply threw the whip aside and questioned: “What exactly do you want to do?” He immediately prostrated himself on the ground, his voice full of humility: “I wish to receive the Female Master’s favor.”

Favor? Only then did I suddenly recall the rules of this world. In this intergalactic era where females were revered and males were inferior, females were scarce but possessed the ability to soothe male spiritual power and reproduce. Therefore, they had absolute dominance over males. Once a male was chosen by a female, he not only had to surrender all his assets but also had to try every means to please the female. The so-called favor, to put it plainly, was to have an intimate relationship with the Female Master. Moreover, after the first time, a special agency would inspect the male’s body. If he was found to still be a virgin, he would face control, punishment, or even be “taught” how to serve the Female Master. If a male lost his virginity before finding a Female Master, he would even be branded as a “slut” and suffer a ruined reputation.

I silently grumbled in my heart, this was even more ridiculous than a feudal dynasty! “If the Female Master dislikes it, you may punish me, but please bestow favor, I beg you!” Grace pleaded once more, crawling over on his hands and knees to pick up the whip, raising it above his head again.

I looked at this stubborn and humble man before me, my heart filled with mixed emotions. The oppression of males in this world was too heavy. Under the original owner’s torment, Grace had become accustomed to using his body to exchange for so-called “favor.”

“Get up. You don’t need to do this anymore.” I tried to soften my voice, reaching out to help him. Grace flinched as if shocked, his body trembling violently. He looked up, his eyes full of shock and confusion, his expression as if I had said something utterly unbelievable. In his perception, it was normal for females to order males around, and to beat and scold them freely. He simply couldn’t understand me being so gentle.

“Female Master, you… what is this?” His voice trembled slightly, his lips a little pale, clearly not yet recovered from my abnormal behavior. I sighed softly and patiently explained: “I told you, I don’t like to force people. From now on, as long as you’re good, I won’t punish you without reason.”

Grace’s eyes instantly reddened, his lips quivering, seemingly wanting to say something but getting choked up. He slowly stood up, the sheer gauze slipping again, revealing skin covered in shocking bruises, clearly the “masterpiece” of the original owner. A pang of pain shot through my heart, and I secretly vowed that since I had taken over this body, I would not let these people be bullied again.

“Go put on your clothes and rest early.” I turned away, not looking at him, afraid of losing control of my emotions. But Grace didn’t move. After a long hesitation, he quietly asked: “Female Master, do you really… not want it?” His tone was as if he was afraid I would change my mind, and also as if he still harbored doubts about my words.

I helplessly turned my head and looked seriously into his eyes: “No, really. You can rest assured.” Only then did he visibly relax, slowly picking up the sheer gauze from the ground and putting it on with slow movements. Under the light, his figure appeared particularly lonely, like a forgotten shadow in the world.

“Grace, you go rest first. I’m a bit tired.” I rubbed my temples. Too much had happened today, and I needed time to digest it. Grace bowed slightly, his voice almost inaudible: “Yes, Female Master.” Then he carefully backed out, closing the door so gently as if afraid of making the slightest sound.

After he left, I lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. This intergalactic beastman world was completely different from the world I originally lived in. The rules and values here were difficult for me to accept. But since I was here, I had to adapt, and I also had to change some things. At the very least, I couldn’t let these males, who were regarded as “defective products,” suffer unwarranted harm anymore.

The next morning, soft light streamed into the room through the window, and I slowly woke up. Before I was fully awake, I heard a faint rustling. Looking up, I saw Grace holding an exquisite tray with breakfast, carefully walking in.

“Female Master, you’re awake.” His voice was still soft, his eyes lowered, not daring to look directly at me. I sat up and said with a smile: “Good morning, Grace. You’ve worked hard.” He seemed to have been struck by something, his body instantly stiffened, the tray in his hand almost became unstable, and his eyes were full of panic.

“Female Master, you…” He once again showed that frightened and confused expression, seemingly extremely uncomfortable with my “friendliness.” Only then did I realize that, influenced by the original owner, my actions were too abnormal for him.

“It’s nothing, just a simple greeting.” I helplessly shrugged, trying to make my tone lighter, “You don’t have to be so formal from now on. Just treat me as a friend.” Grace’s eyes widened, a complex emotion flashing in them—shock, incomprehension, but more than that, an indescribable touch.

“Yes, Female Master.” He replied, his voice somewhat choked. After placing breakfast on the table, he retreated to the side, his hands clasped in front of him, head bowed, as if waiting for my next instruction.

I picked up a bread-like food, took a bite, and it tasted pretty good. As I ate, I suddenly remembered something: “Grace, please call the other male consorts here. I’d like to see them.” Grace’s body trembled slightly, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes, but he quickly responded: “Yes, Female Master, I’ll go now.”

Not long after, all five male consorts arrived. Besides Grace, there were Cecil, Smelion, Florson, and Simon. They stood in a row, heads bowed, with various postures, but all exuded the same carefulness. Cecil was tall, and even in loose robes, he couldn’t hide his broad shoulders and taut muscles. His silver hair was neatly tied back, a few strands falling beside his fair cheeks. Beneath his high-bridged nose, his thin lips were tightly pressed, showing a hint of coldness. Smelion was slender, with skin as fair as jade. His pale golden long hair flowed smoothly behind him, like flowing sunlight. His eyes were a gentle blue, like a lake in spring, but now filled with apprehension. Florson had bronze skin, exuding a healthy glow. His short black hair was neat and capable, and deep eyes sparkled with mysterious light. Beneath his high-bridged nose, his lips were slightly upturned, carrying a hint of wildness, but facing me, that wildness was carefully concealed. Simon was thin, with skin so pale it was almost transparent, allowing faint blue veins to be seen beneath. His long black hair cascaded like a waterfall, the ends slightly curled. His red eyes were like burning flames, yet also radiated endless coldness. At this moment, he had his eyes lowered, and long lashes cast a shadow on his cheeks.

I surveyed them, my heart a mix of emotions. These men, who were like toys in the eyes of the original owner, each had their unique charm, yet suffered discrimination in this world due to low gene fusion rates. “From today on, you don’t have to be so formal anymore. Treat this place as your home.” I said as gently as possible. Their bodies trembled violently, and they looked up, their eyes full of disbelief, as if I was saying something utterly unbelievable.

“Female Master, you… what do you mean by this?” Cecil couldn’t help but speak, his voice deep and slightly trembling. I smiled: “Just as it sounds. I won’t treat you like before anymore. Let’s all live in peace from now on.” They looked at each other, and the shock in their eyes slowly turned into gratitude, with even hints of tears.

In the following days, I worked hard to adapt to this world and slowly changed my interactions with the male consorts. I found that each of them had their own shining qualities. Grace, though seemingly aloof, was gentle and meticulous on the inside, always caring for me without me noticing; Cecil, seemingly stern, was actually simple-minded and obedient to my every word; Smelion was gentle and kind, an excellent cook, always finding ways to make delicious food for me; Florson was clever and astute, always giving me great advice on certain matters; Simon, though silent, had acute insight and could always detect danger before it arrived.

One day, I decided to take the male consorts out shopping, also wanting them to relax. Walking on the bustling intergalactic streets, the surrounding buildings were full of technological flair. Hovering cars zipped through the air, emitting a faint hum. People wore various strange costumes, their faces beaming with smiles. But when we appeared, the atmosphere around us instantly became strange.

“Look, isn’t that Duke Lu Xia? Why is she out with a bunch of defective products?” A sharp voice came. I turned my head and saw a petite female, covering her mouth with a handkerchief, looking at us with a disgusted expression. By her side were several males, all dressed in luxurious clothes, but all with their noses in the air, their eyes full of disdain.

“Exactly, these defective products, isn’t it embarrassing to bring them out?” Another female echoed, and a burst of laughter erupted around us. My face instantly darkened. Just as I was about to speak, I felt the bodies of my male consorts beside me tense up, their heads lowered even further, as if they wanted to disappear into the ground.

“Clean up your mouths!” I stepped forward and said coldly. The females clearly didn’t expect me to stand up for my male consorts, and expressions of surprise appeared on their faces. “Duke Lu Xia, what’s wrong with you? These are all defective products with low gene fusion rates. Why bother getting angry over them?” The female who spoke first said hypocritically.

“In my eyes, they are no different from you. They are all equal individuals.” I retorted without weakness. Everyone around gasped. In this world, female discrimination against males was deeply ingrained. My defending my male consorts like this was simply an outrage.

“Duke Lu Xia, have you been bewitched by these defective products?” A male said, emboldened. I laughed in anger: “Bewitched? I think it’s you who are blinded by these foolish notions! What if their gene fusion rate is low? They still have dignity, and they still deserve to be respected!” My voice wasn’t loud, but it echoed through the street like a resonant bell. Everyone around was intimidated by my aura, and for a moment, no one dared to speak again.

“Female Master…” Grace called softly, his voice full of gratitude and worry. I turned my head and smiled gently at my male consorts: “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.” Their eyes instantly reddened, and they straightened their backs, standing behind me, as if declaring their stance to the world.

This small conflict strengthened my resolve to change the worldview of this world. The lives of these male beastmen, who were considered defective products, should not be defined by their genes. I want this world to see that their value is absolutely no less than anyone else’s.

One day, while tidying up the original owner’s belongings, I accidentally triggered a mysterious space hidden in a ring. The space wasn’t large, but it was filled with a faint mist, and in the center was a clear spring. The spring water was crystal clear, sparkling with a strange light under the faint glow. I curiously leaned closer. As my fingertips touched the spring water, a warm force instantly spread throughout my body. The feeling of fatigue in my body disappeared, and even the old injuries left by the original owner’s misdeeds subtly showed signs of improvement.

I was startled, realizing that this spring water might have miraculous healing abilities. Grace’s shocking scars suddenly appeared in my mind. Perhaps this spirit spring could help him. I carefully filled a small glass bottle with the spirit spring water, returned to the room, and called Grace in.

“Grace, come sit here.” I pointed to the bedside, trying to make my tone sound natural. A hint of confusion flashed in Grace’s eyes, but he obediently walked over and sat on the bed, his hands neatly placed on his knees, head bowed, waiting for my instructions.

“I have some spring water here that’s good for the body. Try drinking some.” I handed him the glass bottle. Grace looked up, his eyes full of shock and worry: “Female Master, this… what is this?” His voice trembled slightly, clearly filled with unease about this sudden “gift.” In this world, things given by females to males often had ulterior motives.

“Don’t worry, it’s just ordinary spring water. I’ve tried it, and it’s fine.” I patiently explained, my eyes full of sincerity. Grace hesitated for a long time before slowly taking the glass bottle and carefully taking a sip. As the spring water entered his throat, his body trembled violently, and an incredible expression appeared on his face.

“This… this spring water…” he stammered, his eyes sparkling with surprise, “My body, it feels like it’s getting warm, and the pain, it’s lessened so much!” I watched his reaction and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed this spirit spring was truly effective.

“Drink the rest. It should help with your injuries.” I said with a smile. Grace no longer hesitated, drinking the rest of the spirit spring in one go, then closing his eyes, feeling the changes in his body. His brows gradually relaxed, his pale complexion slowly regained its color, and beads of sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, wetting his silver hair.

After a long while, Grace slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with gratitude and reverence: “Female Master, thank you! This spring water is amazing. I feel the pain in my body slowly disappearing.” As he spoke, he suddenly got up and knelt before me, his hands on the ground, his voice firm: “Grace is willing to follow the Female Master for life, to go through fire and water, no matter what!”

I quickly helped him up: “You don’t have to do this. I only did what I should. Go rest first and see if you have any other discomfort.” Grace obediently nodded and retreated, his steps much lighter as he left.

In the following days, I continued to use the spirit spring to help the other male consorts improve their physical condition. Cecil, who had chronic ailments from the original owner’s long-term abuse and often coughed, saw his coughing symptoms gradually disappear after drinking the spirit spring, and his spirits improved. Smelion’s body was weaker, and the spirit spring significantly strengthened his physique, bringing color to his face. Florson had a leg disability from an accident, making movement difficult, but the spirit spring actually allowed his leg to slowly return to normal, bringing tears of excitement to his eyes. Simon, though outwardly cold, was actually very fragile inside. The spirit spring not only cured some minor ailments on his body but also greatly improved his mental state. The way he looked at me now had a warmth it had never had before.

The changes in my male consorts made me cherish this magical spirit spring even more, and also deepened my relationship with them. They no longer felt simple fear and obedience towards me, but were filled with trust and dependence. And I, in this异世界 (another world), gradually found my own warm haven.

Days passed, and my relationship with my male consorts grew increasingly harmonious. Every morning, Smelion would wake up early to prepare an exquisite breakfast for me, and seeing me eat with satisfaction, a gentle smile would appear on his face. Cecil would proactively take on the security work at home, constantly alert to any movement around, even a passing bird, he would detect it immediately. Florson was meticulous and always discovered my preferences without me noticing, bringing me various new gadgets. Simon, though still quiet, would always silently accompany me, offering a cup of hot tea when I was tired.

This evening, the setting sun’s afterglow streamed into the courtyard, dyeing everything in a warm orange hue. I sat on a garden bench, looking at the exotic flowers in bloom, my heart filled with contentment. Grace appeared at some point and sat beside me. He carried a faint scent of fresh grass, which was strangely reassuring.

“Female Master, did you have a pleasant day today?” he asked softly, his voice like a spring breeze, gently brushing past my ears. I turned my head, looked into his eyes, and smiled: “With you all around, every day is pleasant for me.” Grace’s cheeks slightly flushed, his eyes sparkling with emotion. He lowered his head and whispered: “I’m so happy to hear you say that.”

I looked at his shy appearance, my heart stirred, and I gently stroked his hair. His body instantly stiffened, as if a spell had been cast on him, and his breathing became rapid. After a long while, he slowly looked up, his eyes full of tenderness and dependence: “Female Master, you are so kind to us. Grace doesn’t know how to repay you.” I smiled and shook my head: “No need to repay. Your well-being is the best repayment for me.”

Just then, Cecil walked over from a distance. He held a bouquet of flowers I had never seen before in his hand. The petals were light purple and emitted a charming fragrance. “Female Master, I found these in the corner of the garden. I thought you would like them.” He handed me the flowers, a hint of anticipation in his eyes. I took the flowers and smelled their elegant fragrance, a warm feeling welling up in my heart: “They’re beautiful. Thank you, Cecil.”

A brilliant smile appeared on Cecil’s face, a smile as dazzling as sunlight, making me gaze at him for a moment. He sat beside me, his gaze constantly fixed on me, as if I were the only scenery in his world. “Female Master, I will find more beautiful flowers for you in the future.” He said earnestly, his tone full of determination.

As time went on, my feelings for my male consorts deepened. The trust and dependence had become ingrained. I knew that in this strange intergalactic era, they were my strongest support, and I was willing to use everything I had to protect their smiles.

The morning sun, filtering through the window, gently touched my face. I slowly woke up. Grace beside me was still asleep, his sleeping face serene and beautiful. His silver hair cascaded like a waterfall onto the pillow. Beneath his high-bridged nose, his thin lips were slightly pursed, like a child unaware of the world. I carefully got up, afraid of waking him, but as soon as I moved, a strong wave of nausea hit me. I quickly covered my mouth and rushed to the bathroom.

“Ugh…” My stomach churned, and I was so uncomfortable I could barely stand, holding onto the sink, cold sweat pouring down. Grace was woken by my movements. He quickly got up and walked to my side in a few steps, his eyes filled with worry: “Female Master, what’s wrong?” He said, gently patting my back, his movements tender and careful.

I waved my hand, indicating I was fine, but the nausea showed no sign of subsiding. Grace’s brows furrowed even more. He helped me back to the bed, had me sit down, then anxiously said: “Female Master, I’ll go call a doctor!” As he spoke, he was about to rush out.

“Wait!” I called him back, a strange premonition suddenly rising in my heart. I raised my hand and looked at the terminal bracelet on my wrist. It was originally blue, but now, it subtly had a faint pink glow. In this world, the color change of the terminal bracelet had a special meaning: pink indicated female conception.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, then said to Grace: “Don’t call a doctor yet. I think I might be pregnant.” Grace’s body stiffened violently, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief: “Female Master, you… what did you say? Pregnant? How is this possible?” His voice trembled, clearly startled by the news.

I nodded, looking at the terminal bracelet again. The pink glow became more apparent, almost completely covering the original blue. “It’s true. My bracelet changed color. This is a sign of pregnancy.” I said softly, feeling both nervous and excited. Grace slowly walked to my side, his eyes fixed on my bracelet, as if he wanted to see through it. “Female Master, this… this is incredible!” His voice was choked, and his eyes were slightly red. “I… I’m going to be a father?”

I looked at him, my heart full of emotion, and reached out to hold his hand: “Yes, you’re going to be a father.” Grace’s hand tightly clasped mine. His body trembled slightly, and his face showed a mixture of happiness and some apprehension: “Female Master, I… I don’t know what to say.” His voice was filled with surprise and emotion, and a hint of disbelief.

The news spread quickly, and the entire Empire was shaken by it. Because in this world, male beastmen with low gene fusion rates were considered defective products; they were believed to have lost their reproductive ability. Yet, I had conceived a child with a male beastman considered a defective product, and I was the first female in the entire Empire to naturally conceive a successful pregnancy.

When I and my male consorts appeared in public, the surrounding gazes changed. Those eyes once filled with discrimination and disdain were now filled with shock and reverence. They whispered, discussing this miraculous pregnancy, and their attitudes towards me and my male consorts underwent a dramatic transformation.

“Look, that’s Duke Lu Xia and her male consorts. I never thought those defective products could make a Female Master pregnant.” A female whispered.

“Yes, it’s a miracle. Perhaps we had too many prejudices against these male beastmen with low gene fusion rates before.” Another female echoed.

Walking on the street, they all made way for us, their eyes no longer contemptuous, but filled with curiosity and respect. The male consorts’ backs were straighter, their faces beaming with proud smiles. The shadow of past discrimination seemed to dissipate at this moment.

As my belly grew day by day, my movements became increasingly inconvenient. My male consorts became even more careful with me. Grace would wake up early every day to prepare various nutritious foods for me and would accompany me on walks in the garden. He would always gently support my arm, his eyes filled with worry and concern, as if I were the most precious treasure in the world. Cecil would silently guard outside the room when I rested, alert to every sound around, even the slightest rustle of wind or grass, he would instantly go into a state of readiness.

This day, Grace, as usual, accompanied me as I sunbathed in the courtyard. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting golden patches on us. Grace suddenly stopped, his eyes becoming somewhat strange. His body trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

“Grace, what’s wrong?” I noticed his abnormality and quickly asked. Grace took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down: “Female Master, I… I feel a power surging within me, as if… as if something is about to change.” His voice carried a hint of tension and unease.

Before I could react, a layer of black light suddenly emanated from around Grace’s body. The light grew stronger and stronger, engulfing him entirely. I subconsciously took a step back, feeling both nervous and curious. Within the light, Grace’s body began to change. His figure gradually grew larger, his bones made “cracking” sounds, and his original human form slowly disappeared, replaced by a massive black dragon.

The giant dragon’s body coiled and writhed, its scales shimmering with a cold luster, each one like a meticulously carved obsidian. Its eyes were like burning flames, exuding an aura of majesty that inspired awe. Its massive wings spread, almost covering half the sky. The patterns on its wings were like ancient runes, emanating mysterious power. Its claws were sharp as knives; with a gentle swipe, they could cut down surrounding trees.

“This… what’s going on?” I watched the scene before me in shock, hardly believing my own eyes. The giant dragon slowly lowered its head, its massive head resting before me. There was no longer the usual majesty in its eyes, but instead, an abundance of tenderness and loyalty: “Female Master, I… I have evolved.” Its voice resounded in my mind, deep and powerful.

At this moment, others were also attracted by the commotion. When they saw Grace transformed into a giant dragon, they were all too stunned to speak. Cecil was the first to react. He knelt on one knee, his eyes filled with reverence: “Congratulations on your evolution, Grace. This is truly incredible!” The other male consorts followed suit, kneeling on the ground, offering their congratulations to Grace.

Grace’s evolution caused a huge stir within the Empire. Those who had once looked down on him were now too shocked to speak. They began to re-examine these male beastmen who were considered “defective products.” They realized that gene fusion rates did not determine everything, and these so-called “defective products” also possessed infinite potential.

And Grace, after his evolution, saw his strength greatly increase. He became a core force in the First Military District, leading his army to repeated victories. Every time he returned from a campaign, he would immediately come to my side and embrace me tightly, as if only then could he feel at ease.

“Female Master, with me here, I will always protect you and our child.” Grace’s voice was firm and strong, and his eyes were filled with anticipation for the future and love for me. I gently stroked his face, my heart filled with emotion: “I believe you, Grace. We will always be together.”

The lazy afternoon sun streamed into the courtyard. I sat on a garden swing, gently swaying my legs, enjoying this moment of tranquility. The baby in my belly would occasionally move, as if interacting with me. I gently stroked my belly, a smile unconsciously curving my lips.

Just then, Cecil walked over from a distance. He held an exquisite brocade box in his hand, his face showing a hint of nervousness and anticipation. Coming before me, he knelt on one knee and presented the brocade box to me: “Female Master, this is a gift I prepared for you.” I took the brocade box and curiously opened it. Inside was a beautiful necklace, with a pendant that was a gemstone emitting a soft glow, shaped like a blooming flower.

“Cecil, thank you, this is too beautiful.” I looked up into his eyes and said sincerely. Cecil’s cheeks flushed slightly. He stood up, hesitated for a moment, then slowly began: “Female Master, actually… I have something I want to tell you.” I looked at his nervous demeanor, a surge of curiosity in my heart, and gestured for him to continue.

Cecil took a deep breath, as if bracing himself: “Female Master, from the first time I saw you, I was drawn to you. Your kindness, your gentleness, are unlike any other female in this world. When everyone looked down on me, when I was treated as a defective product, only you gave me respect and care.” His voice trembled slightly, and his eyes sparkled with firm light.

“I know I am just an unvalued royal defective product, not worthy of aspiring to your love.” He paused, a hint of pain in his eyes. “But I can’t control my heart. It tells me every day that I like you, deeply like you.” He said, slowly kneeling before me, holding my hands, his eyes full of deep affection: “Female Master, I will forever adore you. You are the brightest star in my life, illuminating my dark world.”

I was stunned by his confession, speechless for a moment. Looking at the deep affection and sincerity in his eyes, my heart also began to pound faster. This usually silent man, who always silently guarded me, actually held such deep feelings for me.

“Cecil…” I called softly, my throat seemingly choked by something, unsure how to respond to his deep affection. Cecil looked up, a hint of trepidation in his eyes: “Female Master, I know this is presumptuous. You don’t have to answer me immediately. I just wanted to speak my heart.” His hands tightened slightly, as if afraid I would reject him.

I gently stroked his hair, my heart filled with emotion: “Cecil, thank you for your affection. Actually… I care about you a lot too.” Cecil’s eyes instantly lit up. He excitedly said: “Really, Female Master? You really care about me?” I smiled and nodded: “Really. You, like the other male consorts, hold a very important place in my heart.”

Cecil stood up and gently embraced me, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world: “Female Master, I am so happy to hear you say that. I will always protect you and love you with my life.” His embrace was warm and strong, making me feel his determination and deep affection.

Just then, Grace, Smelion, and the others also walked over. Seeing us embracing, smiles of blessing appeared on their faces. Grace walked forward and said with a smile: “Congratulations, Cecil, you finally mustered the courage to confess.” Smelion also added: “Yes, we are all happy for you.”

Cecil’s face was beaming with happiness. He tightly held my hand, as if announcing his happiness to the world. From then on, Cecil became even more considerate towards me. He would massage me when I was tired, and when I wanted to eat something, he would try every way to find it for me. His love was like a gentle stream, silently yet warmly nourishing my life.

After Grace’s evolution and Cecil’s confession, my life seemed to enter a new phase. Smelion, Florson, and Simon also confessed their feelings to me one after another. Their unwavering support made my position in this Empire even more secure.

One afternoon, sunlight streamed into the living room through the window. Smelion gently walked to my side, holding an ancient book in his hand, his eyes filled with a hint of nervousness and anticipation. “Duke Lu Xia, this is our Avian tribe’s holy scripture. It records many ancient secrets and prophecies.” His voice was soft yet firm. “I want to give it to you, because I believe you are the one who can change the world.” As he spoke, he handed the book to me, his hands trembling slightly, an expression of his trust and expectation for me.

I took the book, feeling its weight, and a warm feeling surged in my heart: “Smelion, thank you. I will cherish it.” A relieved smile appeared on Smelion’s face. He bowed slightly: “It is my honor to do something for Duke Lu Xia. I will always stand behind you, being your strongest support.” His eyes sparkled with loyalty, moving me deeply.

Florson, at a banquet, knelt on one knee in front of everyone, holding a gemstone shimmering with a strange light. “Duke Lu Xia, this is a treasure passed down through generations in our Devil tribe, possessing immense power.” His voice was deep and powerful. “I offer it to you, wishing you can use its power to achieve your ideals.” His eyes were filled with reverence and respect, as if I were his faith.

I took the gemstone, feeling the warmth emanating from it, my heart shaken: “Florson, you are…” Florson looked up, his gaze firm: “Duke Lu Xia, from the moment you treated us equally, you won my loyalty. I am willing to go through fire and water for you, no matter what.” His words were impactful, and everyone around was moved by his heartfelt confession.

Simon was always silent, but his actions were the most direct. One night, he quietly entered my room and placed an ancient text exuding a mysterious aura on my bedside table. When I discovered it, he was quietly standing by the window, moonlight spilling over him, outlining his slender figure. “Duke Lu Xia, this is the doctrine of our Vampire clan. From today on, my doctrine will always be based on you.” His voice was cold yet firm. “Your fate is my everything.” His eyes revealed a kind of determination, letting me know his loyalty was as solid as a rock.

With the full support of my male consorts, I began to work on changing society’s perception of “defective” male beastmen. I used my status as a duchess to frequently attend various social events. In public speeches, I unhesitatingly told the stories of my male consorts, their kindness, bravery, and talents, as well as the unfair treatment they had suffered. “A low gene fusion rate does not mean they are defective products. They still have dignity and deserve to be respected and loved.” My voice was firm and strong, echoing in every corner. “We should abandon this wrong notion and give them equal opportunities and rights.”

My words caused a huge stir in the Empire. Some supported me, while others opposed me. But I did not back down. My male consorts always stood firmly by my side, giving me strength. Grace, with his prestige in the army, gained much military support for me. Cecil, using his royal identity, lobbied for me among the nobility. Smelion, with his wisdom, strategized for me. Florson, with his connections, helped me contact various forces. Simon, in the shadows, silently protected me and my family’s safety.

Under our combined efforts, more and more people began to reflect on this discriminatory notion, and society’s attitude towards “defective” male beastmen gradually changed. Some male beastmen who were once discriminated against began to gain more opportunities. They proved their worth with their abilities, and the story of me and my male consorts became a legend passed down among the people of the Empire.

Finally, the day of delivery arrived. Outside the delivery room, my male consorts paced anxiously. Grace tightly clenched his fists, veins bulging on the back of his hands. Cecil’s brow was furrowed; even his usual composure was gone. Smelion clasped his hands together, silently praying. Florson paced back and forth, muttering words of blessing. Simon stood quietly to the side, but his slightly trembling body betrayed his unease.

With a clear cry, the first naturally conceived and successfully born female in the entire Empire arrived. I gave birth to a child with a male beastman deemed a defective product, and it was a super-perfect beastman cub with a 100% gene fusion rate! The male consorts excitedly rushed into the delivery room, tears in their eyes. Grace gently held my hand, his voice choked: “Female Master, you’ve worked hard!” Cecil carefully picked up the child, his face beaming with the joy of new fatherhood. His hands trembled slightly, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.

The news instantly spread throughout the Empire, causing a nationwide sensation! People poured into the streets, cheering and celebrating this miraculous birth. Those who had once been filled with discrimination against “defective” male beastmen were now shocked by this fact and began to reflect on their prejudices.

“This is simply a gift from God!”

“So defective products can also give birth to such perfect life!”

“We were wrong, we shouldn’t judge them by gene fusion rates!”

Their discussions rose and fell, and their attitudes towards me and my male consorts underwent a dramatic transformation. The discrimination and mockery of the past were now replaced by admiration and blessings.

Grace, with his formidable strength after evolving, gained increasing prestige in the army. He continuously promoted internal reforms within the military, giving those neglected “defective” male beastmen a chance to prove themselves. They fought bravely on the battlefield, demonstrating their value with their abilities.

Cecil, using his royal identity, actively lobbied among the nobility to gain equal rights for “defective” individuals. He organized one banquet after another, inviting nobles to attend. At these banquets, he unhesitatingly told our story, describing the injustices suffered by those deemed “defective.” His words were earnest, his eyes firm, and many nobles were moved by him and began to support his cause.

Smelion, with his wisdom, wrote article after article, publishing them in various major media outlets in the Empire, urging people to abandon their prejudices against “defective” individuals and advocating for equality and inclusion. His articles were like sharp blades, piercing through the walls of prejudice in people’s hearts, eliciting widespread resonance.

Florson, with his extensive connections, contacted insightful people from all walks of life, working together to change the current social situation. They established various charitable organizations to provide help and support to “defective” individuals, allowing them to feel the warmth of society.

Simon continued to silently protect us from the shadows. He used his special abilities to gather all kinds of intelligence for us, allowing us to respond in time to various potential crises.

Under our combined efforts, society’s attitude towards “defective” male beastmen gradually underwent a fundamental change. Past discrimination and prejudice gradually faded, and notions of equality and respect began to deeply penetrate people’s hearts. New legal provisions were enacted, safeguarding the rights of “defective” individuals. They gained equal opportunities for education and employment, and began to make a mark in various fields.

Looking at the adorable baby in my arms, and then at my male consorts who firmly supported me, I knew that our future was full of hope. In this intergalactic beastman era, we used love and perseverance to write our own legend, and this, was just the beginning.