The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts-Chapter 615: Zyran! You pervert!

Yet her skin still glowed with health. Her eyes were bright. There was a different kind of beauty there, one that even she had to admit.

She slipped into the tub.

The water hugged her body in warm waves. Heat seeped into her tired muscles. Her tense back slowly relaxed. She let out a long sigh and sank deeper, letting the water rise up to her shoulders.

"Comfortable," she muttered. "Very comfortable."

She picked up a piece of fragrant herb cloth she had made and began washing slowly. Her mind wandered.

Tomorrow, she would start teaching. She would gather the villagers and explain what reading and writing were. She could already see their confused faces. She laughed to herself.

"Once they learn," she thought, "I will make them write messages for me and run around. I will not have to repeat everything like a walking drum anymore."

She was so content that she almost forgot there was a certain panther in the corner.

Almost.

After a while, a strange feeling crept onto her skin.

It was the sensation of being watched.

Isabella’s hand paused on her arm.

She turned her head slowly.

The room was quiet. The lamp light was low. Steam clouded the air.

In the far corner, the bulk of the black panther could still be seen, curled up as if sleeping.

Except his eyes were open.

Two sharp, bright animal eyes glowed faintly in the dark, fixed precisely on her direction.

For a second, Isabella did not react. She simply stared back, brain blank.

Then heat rushed to her cheeks.

"Zyran," she thought, her expression freezing. "You..."

Only then did her mind remember that being in beast form did not mean his senses were weaker. Quite the opposite. He could probably see every curve, every line of her body in the dim light, better than a human.

On the other side, the panther’s thoughts were a mess.

He had intended to close his eyes. Truly. That had been the plan. Stay in the corner, listen for any sound of danger, and be a serious, responsible guardian.

Then the rustle of cloth had reached his ears.

He had looked up without thinking.

The sight had almost made his heart stop.

Pregnancy suited her too well.

Her once slender waist now curved smoothly into a soft belly that held their future. Her breasts were heavy and full.

She had indeed added a little weight but that only made her bottom rounder.

Water clung to her skin like crystals, tracing every line. Her neck, her shoulders, the way she half tilted her head when she relaxed, all of it.

Heat burned in his chest and rushed downward. He could not stop himself from staring.

To him Isabella has always been the most seductive woman to walk on this universe m. But now it seemed as if Pregnancy made her beauty multiply a lot.

He had quickly pressed his chin to his paws, telling himself to close his eyes.

But he did not.

He only narrowed them, pretending to be asleep. He tried to not make any movement at first but his gaze was too intense for the poor Isabella not to notice.

Now her gaze caught his.

Isabella’s face turned entirely red.

"Zyran!" she shouted, voice cracking between outrage and embarrassment. "You pervert!"

She grabbed the first object her hand touched on the small shelf beside the tub. Unfortunately for Zyran, it turned out to be a wooden bath ladle.

She threw it with all the strength she could manage in water.

The ladle flew through the air like a small but determined meteor.

The panther sprang to his feet in a flash. Years of battle reflexes saved his head, but the ladle still smacked his shoulder.

"Ow," he yelped aloud, jumping backward toward the door.

"Get out!" Isabella yelled. "Get out right now, or I will cut off your tail and feed it to the dogs!"

Zyran did not need to be told twice.

His big body darted to the door, claws skidding slightly on the floor. He slipped through the opening in a blur of black fur and vanished into the hallway.

As he ran, his thoughts were still in chaos.

He had seen everything.

He wanted to see it again.

His face would have been bright red if he was in human form. Instead, his ears burned.

In the room, Isabella sat in the tub, chest heaving.

Her heart pounded with anger and humiliation, but also a strange heat that made her want to bury her face under the water.

"That shameless cat," she cursed in her mind. "If I catch him, I will kill him. I will really kill him this time." She really could not anymore with Zyran.

Her face heated up and she realized her first mistake was trusting Zyran. Of all people ZYRAN.

"Even Osiris wouldn’t dare" Isabella muttered, her cheeks puffing up with annoyance.

Bubu coughed weakly in her ears.

[Host, should I add a new system rule about baths and beast forms,] she asked carefully. [Like a privacy buff.]

"Do not talk to me," Isabella hissed. "I will uninstall every male in this world right now."

She sank deeper into the water until only her eyes and the top of her head were visible above the surface, cheeks still burning.

Even so, after she calmed down a little, a treacherous thought flickered in the back of her mind.

"Pregnancy suits me, he said," she remembered faintly. "Even if he only thought it. Hmph."

She quickly splashed water on her own face.

She was not shameless.

Not at all.

He was the shameless one not her.

"Stupid beast" She huffed.

She soaked for a long time until her anger cooled along with the bath water, then slowly got out, dried off, and dressed, still muttering in her heart that if Zyran dared step into her room tonight, she would beat him with a cake next time instead of feeding it to him.