Reincarnated in the Astral World

As Josephine and her family prepare for the public assembly, Arthur finishes enjoying his breakfast with Margaret.

She notices him looking at all those nobles with a golden sparkle in his eyes, something she had seen in very intimate moments before.

'Why is he like this?' Margaret tries to understand Arthur, but she can't feel his emotions like Nyx, leaving her with only assumptions. 'Does he seem happy... proud... is it because they are talking about him? Or because... they are afraid of him?'

Margaret doesn't have an answer to that, and neither does Arthur. Only Nyx, being a part of him, with a unique perspective, sees how something in him is very different from Liam: the lineage of the Golden Lions, the gift and curse given by Draven.

The Leonhart blood running in Arthur's veins makes him enjoy being feared and being at the top of the food chain, something that never meant anything to Liam but now is an important part of him.

'He looks so... radiant.' Margaret doesn't realize that she is staring at Arthur with a thoughtful expression.

But he notices her gaze and gently caresses her face. "All right, dear?"

She runs her hand up his while smiling. "Yeah, everything seems perfect!"

Arthur kisses her lips, leaving all the women around envious of Margaret, especially after his next words:

"You are perfect," he smiles at her and kisses her again.

Margaret always loves when Arthur kisses her, but now he is different than usual, much more intense, devouring her lips vigorously, sucking the nectar from her mouth forcefully as he runs his other hand over her thigh.

And even though her body enjoys this a lot, Margaret starts to feel embarrassed because everyone is looking at them, drawn by the erotic sounds that their intensely contacting lips make.

"Ahh~ No... hubby~ please..." She pleads between low moans, trying to restrain his hands. "Not here... everyone is looking!"

"They are just envious of us," Arthur feels no shame in showing everyone how much he loves his sweet little wife.

"I know, but this..." She feels helpless as she can't push Arthur's body away, especially when he's being so affectionate. "But it's weird... I don't want them to see us like this..."

"It's okay," Arthur tries to restrain himself as he feels all those stimuli inside him, different energies running through his veins, making him feel extremely powerful but also hungrier.

"Let's go to the bedroom!" He gently grabs Margaret's arm as he stands up.

"To sleep?" She thinks out loud, her expression a mix of shyness and anticipation.

"No," Arthur's smile grows more teasing as he brings his lips close to her ear. "To devour you," he stretches out his tongue and licks the outside of Margaret's ear.

"Ah~!" She lets out a cute, surprised moan, drawing even more attention, making her even more shy, and she hides in Arthur's arms.

"So cute!" He laughs and then picks her up in his arms in her favorite way: princess carry.

Margaret keeps her face hidden in Arthur's chest due to embarrassment, but her heart also beats faster due to good feelings. 'I am in the arms of my prince, and everyone can see it...'

She can't help feeling proud. But not more than Arthur, who walks slowly toward the elevator under everyone's gaze.

As they walk, Arthur hears more nobles and servants murmuring in the corners; it's evident that everyone is talking about 'The Beast,' the murderous monster of Lakeview.

Margaret can't help but find it ironic how the same monster who instills fear in everyone's hearts is the same tender man who is carrying her like a princess now, receiving lustful looks from all the women around.

Arthur reaches the elevator, which starts ascending to the fourth floor. Inside the small box, only silence and his intoxicating scent turn Margaret even more.

"Do you like that, don't you?" she asks, curious.

"What?"

"You know... people being afraid of you... calling you a monster..."

"Oh?" Arthur doesn't notice his smile growing brighter. "I do like it."

"Why?" She continues, puzzled.

"Well..." He adopts a thoughtful expression. "Monsters are feared and attacked because of that, but if they can instill enough fear in others, no one would dare attack them... or the loved ones of the monster in question."

"So that's why you killed all those people?" Margaret asks. "To ensure no one dares hurt your family and friends?"

Arthur doesn't want to lie to Margaret, so he speaks from his heart. "Partly, yes..."

They reach the fourth floor, and Arthur quickly leads her to their bedroom. As soon as he closes the door with his foot, he carries her to the bed and gently lays her down on it.

She looks up at him with an expression that's both lewd and loving but also curious and thoughtful. "What's the other reason?"

A dark glint appears in Arthur's eyes as he climbs onto the bed, positioning himself over Margaret and pinning her wrists against the mattress while moving his face closer to hers.

"Because I enjoy killing people," despite his words, his tone is full of affection and eroticism. And he kisses her mouth again, this time with even more intensity, biting her lips with his teeth.

"Mhmm~" She lets out a cute moan as her whole body quickly heats up, her most private part getting wet.

Arthur positions his legs around Margaret's and pins both her arms with one hand before using the other to caress her body.

He starts by caressing her face and then moves his hand to her collarbone, quickly passing over her neck and reaching her chest. He can feel her heart beating rapidly beneath her dress.

"I like to hear their hearts stop beating..." He speaks in a dark tone before moving his hand up and touching her lips. "Their last breath..."

Margaret's heart begins to beat even faster, and her lips tremble, but there's no fear in her body, only excitement.

Arthur sees her eyes shining with love and anticipation, making him smile. "Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid of what?"

"That I might hurt you..."

"That's impossible!" She quickly exclaims and frees one of her hands, grabbing Arthur's hand and bringing it to her neck. "You would never hurt me, I know that! No matter how hard you go on me…"

Arthur slowly slides his fingers around Margaret's neck, which seems even more slender and delicate inside his large hand.

He applies gentle pressure, and she lets out a cute moan, "Nhah~"

"You like it hard, don't you? Such a naughty girl…" He laughs while caressing her neck with his fingers.

"Yes, because it's with you…" She speaks lovingly.

His expression also becomes more affectionate. "Then how can I deny it to you?"