Future Beast Clan The Enchanting Consort
Chapter 42: He Thought She Was Going to Die

Chapter 42: He Thought She Was Going to Die

Blaze’s eyes were red at the end from crying, and his hard and handsome face showed an expression of stoicism. A dense, fine sweat oozed from his forehead, and there were bulging green veins on his temples.

Carlotta painfully wiped one hand on the bulging green veins while her other hand undid Blaze’s belt.

Blaze was horrified.

He was enduring the chastity belt conditioning, and if Carlotta knew that he couldn’t endure it at all, would she never take him out of the house again, as the butler had said?

He didn’t have a bright official position or a good birth, so he really didn’t want to give up his identity as a personal guard.

Carlotta was grabbed by Blaze’s wrist and frowned as she was about to ask directly when a reminder sounded: [Arrived at Royal 1 parking lot].

Once here, it was time to change into Phoenix 1 and return to the Duke’s Mansion.

Carlotta let go of her hand, raised her eyes to look at Blaze, and said seriously, "I’m going to take a closer look when we get back, you must have gotten hurt and didn’t tell me."

There were other soldiers on the Phoenix, Carlotta ignored Blaze.

When they arrived at the Duke’s mansion, Carlotta got out of the car and held Blaze’s hand and went to the bedroom.

The housekeeper Hans came over and wanted to talk to Carlotta, but didn’t even find a chance.

Carlotta closed the bedroom door and made the silent Blaze stand obediently, "Move and I’ll never care about you again."

When threatening people, Carlotta’s eyes widened a bit, a huff in her azure eyes.

Blaze really didn’t dare to move again when he saw it.

He was afraid that Carlotta would really ignore him, so he stood in military posture with trepidation.

In the end, he came out of the army, and after standing up in military posture, Blaze’s muscles were taut all over his body. The decent black tuxedo was immediately stretched out and bulged.

The buttons of the small vest were even nearly collapsed by the full chest muscles.

With a body like this, the term Carlotta had seen online before Doomsday suddenly popped into her head: double-door refrigerator.

With a lowering of her eyes, she stared at the lower half of Blaze’s body.

Well, just to see what happened to her double-door refrigerator Beast Boy’s thermos.

The weather was just right today.

The sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling glass windows spilled evenly into the room, and while it should have been a refreshing day, the atmosphere in the room was incredibly tense.

The knot in Blaze’s throat rolled and he closed his eyes uneasily.

He knew how many times he had gotten an erection in just one morning, so he didn’t dare face Carlotta at all.

The zipper was unzipped.

The hem of his upper shirt was lifted.

Blaze bit his tongue, thinking he was about to hear Carlotta’s rebuke.

But Carlotta’s eyes reddened, "What’s this?"

Peeling off her pants to look directly at them was actually a particularly out of the ordinary thing for Carlotta. But now, Carlotta only felt that she should have realized it earlier.

Blaze sensed that Carlotta’s tone wasn’t throughly accusatory, and lowered his eyes to look at Carlotta, and all of a sudden he saw Carlotta’s eyes filled with watery mist.

"What are you doing wearing these strange bottoms?" Carlotta asked again, trying to tug at the black belt but not being able to shake the firmness of the strange contraption at all.

Instead, it strangled the area even harder.

Feeling Carlotta’s heartache, Blaze opened his mouth and carefully explained, "Duke-sama, this, this is the chastity lock that your personal escort should wear."

"When accompanying you in public, to, if this place is unashamed, it, is to disgrace you."

"Who says such things?" Carlotta didn’t understand, "Isn’t this aspect something you can control yourself? How could such a cruel device be needed?"

If males really couldn’t control their desires, society would have been in chaos long ago, where would there be a need for such a perverted thing.

Carlotta’s questioning made Blaze more and more nervous.

He didn’t dare not to answer Carlotta’s question, yet he was afraid that Carlotta would go to the butler to settle the score and anger the butler.

After all, the butler was from the palace and represented Her Majesty the Queen. If the butler didn’t even schedule his days in the future, then what should he do at night?

Blaze hesitantly didn’t dare to say anything, his face filled with fear.

Carlotta recalled the face of the middle-aged male who claimed to be the butler of the Duke’s residence after he woke up in the morning, and his face immediately sank.

"Blaze, are you my beast husband or someone else’s? Why do you dare hesitate to answer when I ask?"

Carlotta took two steps back and tilted her head to look at Blaze.

She was also a great lady from a proper mansion, and at this moment, her eyes were permeated with some indifference that was unique to those in high positions. The delicate and beautiful face was filled with strangeness, which instantly made Blaze afraid.

Blaze didn’t dare to hide anymore, lowered his head robust broad shoulders shrunk, said in a low voice: "Lord Duke, you are my master and my female lord."

"I’m sorry, it’s my fault. This, this was given to me by the butler, who said that Her Majesty’s males in the palace, all have to wear this."

Carlotta smiled coldly.

She had guessed correctly.

A butler from the palace, in a world like this where there was an aristocratic class, was no more than an inferior.

Where did he get the right to control her beast husband?

Letting him manage the food and clothing of the Duke’s residence was already giving face, other than that, Carlotta didn’t want to let anyone interfere.

Thinking so, seeing as Blaze answered the question, Carlotta took two more steps forward and studied the chastity lock.

Seeing the lock hole on it, Carlotta asked, "Where is the key?"

Blaze still had awe for Carlotta in his voice, "Lord Duke, it’s at the butler’s place, and he said he would keep it for you ... because we went out immediately as if we hadn’t had time."

"I see."

Carlotta scanned up and down, realizing that just by talking, Blaze was soaked as if he had been caught in the rain, and asked, "You can take a bath with this on?"

"Uh, can, can."

Receiving an affirmative answer, Carlotta gave Blaze instructions, "Go to my bathroom and clean yourself up, then wait for me inside."

Carlotta’s tone was cold, and there was still residual anger on her delicate little face.

Blaze didn’t dare to say anything more, his broad palms putting on his own pants, "Yes, Lord Duke, I’ll be right there."

He bowed his head and saluted, then left in big strides.

Carlotta covered her forehead and calmed down for a while, recalling the images she had seen of her father teaching disobedient subordinates in the past, and reading some relevant laws on the Star Network.

After having a rough preparation, Carlotta messaged Richard again.

It couldn’t be helped that she wasn’t from this world and had 0 experience of being an aristocrat in her head, so without asking an authority figure, she was still a bit lacking in confidence.

Fortunately, the message she sent out was quickly answered by Richard.

After reading Richard’s instructions, Carlotta walked out of the room with her head held high.

Outside the room stood the two male attendants who had brushed her hair.

Carlotta said directly, "Have the butler come to the study."

The two clean-looking male teenagers bowed their heads and said yes.

Carlotta sat in the leather chair in the study and waited for Hans to come over.

Hans was holding a small box in his hand, and when he came in and saw Carlotta’s expression was not right, the smile on his face stiffened for two minutes, and he bowed his head and said, "Your Excellency the Duke, I’ve arrived."

Carlotta didn’t say anything either, staring coldly at Hans.

Hans just maintained the posture of bowing his head, not daring to move a muscle.

In this orc world, the males who were willing to be attendants were all those with low levels of psychic abilities and low spiritual power.

They had no other way out but to choose to serve others to get a better life.

Some places would also use females with no fertility value or spiritual power, but the females in the end took up the status of a female, and not many were willing to serve people.

With their own low social status and mixed up status, generally speaking male waiters wouldn’t dare to call the shots of the nobles.

But Hans, after standing for a long time, opened his own mouth and asked Carlotta, "Dare I ask Lord Duke, after coming to the Duke’s mansion I managed the Duke’s mansion with dedication, I don’t know what I did to make you so angry?"

He came to the Duke’s mansion as a steward with a mission, where was he willing to be easily taken by the young Carlotta?

Carlotta’s voice was cold: "A mere steward, daring to question his master, with that this duke can send you to the squire prison."

The squire prison was a punishment institution set up by the nobles in order to pin down the mansion’s squire. As long as there was still the class of nobles, it was impossible to truly have equality for all.

Once you enter the squire prison, you will not be able to find work when you come out in the future and will only end up in the slums.

Even though Hans felt that his master was not Carlotta, he was inevitably shocked by Carlotta’s words. After he succeeded in becoming a palace attendant, he had lived a superior life for decades, where would he want to become a pauper?

At the same time, Hans also felt strange.

After Carlotta woke up in the morning, she treated her attendants with kindness. That sweet and simple smile made him, a middle-aged male, unable to resist his heart.

How come now it was like she had changed into a female, her words carrying the characteristic pressure of a superior.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Hans’ forehead, he couldn’t help but bend his waist a little harder, and respectfully replied to Carlotta, "Lord Duke, it’s Hans’ fault, please don’t send me to prison."

Carlotta changed to a with comfortable posture leaning back in the chair, plain white small hand propped up his chin, absently asked, "I heard that you are in the palace, the steward of the palace of the crown prince’s biological father? Speaking of which, since this Duke has marked Henry, he should also change his tone to address him as father and queen while shouting His Majesty’s mother."