"The Female Master may deal with it as you please."
Facing such a concession and submissive pose, Selene Kane tilted her head and smiled slightly.
She slowly leaned back on the soft and comfortable sofa, crossing her long, white legs.
Finding the most enjoyable position to sit down.
Although her whole body was faintly aching at the moment, there wasn’t a visible mark on her.
"Then tell me why I’m punishing you?"
Caleb Shaw remained silent, with his gaze lowered.
His emerald eyes seemed to have lost their luster at this moment.
To her, it’s normal for the Female Master to scold and beat them, where’s the "reason" in it?
"To us, being scolded and beaten by the Female Master is a kind of blessing."
She gently raised her chin.
Selene Kane’s mouth curved, as if amused by her words.
But that smile didn’t reach her eyes, "Do I need to say it a second time?"
Her tone was calm yet held a threat.
"Where is Henry Sheridan."
Caleb Shaw still didn’t speak, just slowly lowered his shoulders, letting his forehead gradually touch the cold floor.
His neck naturally exposed, the collarbone clear.
The Beastman’s blood retained a primitive awe for power and authority; the fiercer the existence, the better they knew how to protect their vital points.
Willingness to expose their soft, vulnerable neck was their true submission.
Unfortunately, Selene Kane wasn’t in the mood to feel it at the moment.
Nor did she have the patience to continue.
What she wanted was absolute, complete control.
Although in this entire tribe, the status of women seemed to be supreme on the surface.
But in reality, most of the nobility of females was just an empty name.
When a husband truly rebels, these seemingly honorable statuses can’t offer even a bit of protection.
"Do you want to force me to say it a third time?"
She finally lost the last bit of patience, her voice turned completely cold.
"Or do you want to tell me yourself, ’I don’t know’?"
Henry Sheridan originally carried many stories, he was once a painter.
Spend his days with a pen, making a living off canvas.
Unfortunately, because his hand was injured, his mood was low for a while, unable to get energized to do anything.
Worse yet, his attitude towards the original master was extremely cold, even resistant.
Which made the already hot-tempered master prone to scolding and beating him.
He was frail, and just one bout of beating would leave him bedridden for a few days.
If it weren’t for the sturdy Caleb Shaw standing up several times to defend him from the master’s anger, Henry Sheridan would have likely been dead by then.
At present, Caleb Shaw slightly furrowed his brows.
"Even though you are our Female Master..."
He paused, words clear and firm.
"Please do not interfere with the Beast Husband’s freedom of life. I’m sorry, but I cannot agree to your unreasonable demands."
After his words fell, he unconsciously straightened his back.
From past experience, this woman would certainly be maddened by his attitude.
And then mercilessly slap him hard across the face.
But this time it was different.
Time ticked past second by second.
The pain he expected to come quickly was nowhere to be felt.
Caleb Shaw raised his head, his eyes carrying some confusion as he looked at her.
Only to see that woman smiling softly, a gentle arc at the corner of her mouth.
"Hmm, I understand."
She said softly, her tone light.
Caleb Shaw raised his head to meet her gaze, his brows tightly furrowed, eyes full of disbelief.
How could she choose to compromise?
Selene Kane waved her hand, as if not wanting to say more.
Since he’d made clear he was unwilling to cooperate, further inquiry was futile.
Rather than forcing him, it would be better to pause the thought, giving space for both to cool down.
But Caleb Shaw didn’t reach the commander’s position today just by having a handsome face.
His abilities were forged through countless instances of blood and fire.
His judgment of the situation and execution were almost unparalleled.
Selene Kane deliberately avoided those scrutinizing eyes, pretending to be nonchalant, and turned around to slowly walk out of the room.
At the moment the door closed, she finally let out a breath, her shoulders relaxing.
"Really scared me."
She muttered softly.
Although she was now in the Interstellar Beast World, she could gradually accept the gender inversion setting.
But when truly facing the male Beastman, she still couldn’t suppress the feeling of oppression.
These weren’t ordinary social rules.
But times bound by clear laws, once action is taken.
Not just individuals, but entire families would fall into a state of utter ruin.
Selene Kane originally planned to go to Henry Sheridan’s studio, easily reaching the destination by driving a space car.
But just as she reached the parking lot, reality blocked her path.
All around were hovering Interstellar Spaceships, all high-rank models she hadn’t seen before or knew how to drive.
She was not only completely inexperienced, looking at the huge and complex flying tool floating midair left her mind blank.
"How does this thing even go up?"
She muttered in a low voice.
The memories inherited in her mind weren’t clear.
The original master had an introverted personality, a life very closed off.
Except for the frenzy after selecting Beast Husbands, sometimes laughing excitedly, sometimes consumed by grief.
The other memories were almost worthless.
So Selene Kane had to swallow her pride and randomly stopped a male Beastman passing by.
"Hello, can you drive a space car?"
The man, hearing her words, seemed to have heard something unbelievable.
The whole person seemed to be struck by lightning, suddenly shrinking back a step.
His expression was extremely exaggerated, pupils contracted, throat involuntarily rolling.
Cold sweat flowed down the corners of his forehead, sliding over his stiff cheeks.
Oh my...
What was up with the Female Master today?
Her tone was surprisingly gentle?
This isn’t the Female Master I know, right?
Has she gone mad, or has someone secretly swapped her out in the night?
"Uh..."
The man opened his mouth, dryly squeezed out a syllable, unsure how to respond.
He raised his hand, rubbing his forehead a few times, a hint of hesitation and struggle on his face.
Those restless eyes continually avoided Selene Kane’s direction, seemingly afraid of inadvertently provoking her.
"Master, are you... planning to go out?"
Selene Kane raised an eyebrow at his words, arms crossed standing in the doorway.
"Are your eyes malfunctioning? Otherwise, how would you not see what I’m doing right now?"
Her tone suddenly cooled down.
The man sighed with relief, as if finally confirming her identity.
"Phew—finally a familiar taste."
After speaking, he laughed self-deprecatingly, feeling too insane.
Thinking it was strange that the original master was normal.
"Did you consult with any of the male masters before?"
Selene Kane was taken aback, her expression clearly confused for a moment.
Then her brows furrowed into a bunch, "What?!"
Her voice suddenly raised half a pitch.
"Are you saying I need their approval to leave?"
This is outrageous!