He suddenly moved closer, nuzzling his head in my hand. Gosh, was he drooling?
"Master, I'm the best boy, aren't I!" he mumbled, resting his head softly on my chest. I froze. "Yes, you are, my big baby," stroking his head as he rested on my big boobs, protruding from the dress like it could literally burst through the garment. I noticed how Ryker's eyes lingered on my boobs, the look of pure want in his eyes, and I froze.
Veyra went pale, he clenched his jaw, and even the temperature around him suddenly felt cold. I chuckled softly. "My jealous baby," I said inwardly, but Veyra gently reached for my hand, the one caressing Ryker, and retracted them… Ryker, lost in thought, suddenly became aware of the situation and froze, regaining some clarity, and moved away. His ears flushed red, he looked shy, cute even, like my little lost puppy.
"I'm sorry!" he mumbled softly, and I smiled, gently reaching for my boobs with both hands. "Don't apologize, any man would go crazy over seeing this, but only you guys can have them," I muttered, and intentionally squeezed them together, rubbing them together slowly. I watched their eyes, unable to look away, lost deep in my voluminous chest.
They suddenly snapped their heads away, and I reached out to drag my hands away from my boobs. I laughed and gently got up and walked to the seat, setting myself down and waited for them to snap back to reality…
Honestly, I wouldn't blame them. Raven has a good shape and is pretty, with long blonde hair and that sparkling white smile. Who could resist? I wondered why she lowered her standards, going after Darian like an idiot… I stared down at the gigantic C-cup size boobs. Sigh... it's funny… I never had this kind of boobs in my world…
"Don't worry. Since I'm in this body, I promise to make good use of it!" I said inwardly. With that, my mischievous smile returned, but then… I dismissed it almost instantly, as Veyra gently placed the cheese-filled wonton and dumplings onto my plate.
"Have a taste," he said, but I just stared down, hesitating and admiring it in all its cheese-filled glory. Coincidentally, these were my favorite dishes.
"Do you think I poisoned it?" he asked, and I turned to him. "Oh, no, that's not it," I said and reached out to pick one up, but Ryker's hands stopped me.
"I'll taste it, just in case," he said, snapping his fiery gaze toward Veyra, who gave off the same energy in return.
Gosh! My beast-men fighting over me. Really, this is the life, I thought, drooling, but snapped out of my thought and reached for both of their cheeks, pinching softly.
"No need," I said and put the food in my mouth, chewing it… my eyes brightened. It tastes so good! I haven't eaten such good food in both my lives.
Usually, when I was still Rosette, I would just eat boxed food and takeouts. They were cold, but I didn't care, anything to minimize the amount of money I spent… all so I can spend more on Rosy… thinking back, my eyes welled up in tears.
I remembered that time… my parents took my earnings just to get Rosy a car. And when I fought back, they called me ungrateful… a worthless, evil child. Why was I always the one sacrificing for her… while she got to enjoy everything, no matter what?
"Are you okay? Did I add too much spice?" Veyra asked in a flit of panic, and I sniffed, turning my gaze toward him. "It tastes just amazing," I choked and burst out into tears.
I watched as they gazed at each other in shock, confused. "I'm sorry, I must have added more salt than usual. It's been decades since I cooked!" he said softly and stood up to move, but my hands reached for his wrists and I dragged him down. He crouched to my level, and I hugged him tightly, burying my face with fresh tears deep into his chest. He gently tapped my back, while Ryker reached for my head and gently stroking it, caressing softly.
"I missed this so much." I muttered, and Veyra smiled, I could feel it.
I retracted my hug and wiped my face from the tears, taking another bite and humming softly.
"Since when did you cook? When did you get this good?" I asked, bright-eyed, and Veyra stared with shimmering eyes. He was enjoying every bit of my attention, but his smile faltered hearing my words. Did I say something wrong? I even turned to Ryker, and he gently cleared his throat.
"He used to cook for you when you first contacted him, yet you said all his dishes were bad and made a fuss about it. If you weren't satisfied, you would make him cook throughout the day for Darian, and if Darian didn't like it, you would whip him every time," Ryker explained. I watched as his eyes turned dark, even Veyra's. His eyes shifted to the food, and something cold washed over him.
I froze. Was there a plot like this in the novel? I didn't remember this part of his cooking. I licked my lip.
"It's not like that anymore. I'm sorry, I'll eat more of your food and praise your cooking more… I will make sure Darian apologizes to you guys. Trust me on this!" I said, and picked up a handful of dumplings and stuffed them into my mouth.
I watched their gaze soften, but that coldness still lingered there. I reached for more, eating it softly and making a sweet satisfied sound with each bite while blushing…
Suddenly…
A maid walked in and went on her knees. "Miss, a man is here. He said he had transferred your merman beast to the glassy-fresh tank…"
I smiled hearing her words and stood up gently. "Let him in," I said, and the door opened and the Architect walked in.
The Architect was a royal. In the novel, he was cast from his family because he never wanted the throne and focused on making engineered equipment and machines. Getting him to build the Sanctum in three days wasn't easy, but I managed to convince him. Plus he was also a beast-man but hid that side of him; he looked mostly human.
"Greetings, young Duke," he said and bowed. I smiled and softly walked to him, but my body still hurt a bit...
"The Sanctum was successfully created!" he said, and my smile widened.
"Quick, take me to it!" I said, and Veyra and Ryker walked towards me. "What's that?" they asked in unison, and I chuckled.
"Follow me. You'll see."
I gently walked ahead of them, leaving them guessing, following the Architect.