Free Web NovelChapter 65: Chapter 65: The Angry Orcs!
Days passed in a blur of sweetness. After the night their souls and bodies finally fused, the atmosphere between Han Soi and Yue Yue changed completely.
The cold, sharp edges of the War God had melted into a soft, doting puddle whenever his wife was around.
They were finally heading towards the Temple for the Celestial Bloom Rite. Because the journey was long and the Temple was suspended in a strange, mystical space far above the ground, Han Soi took no risks. He traveled in a massive, high-security military spaceship.
Han Soi, Yue Yue, and Lulu stayed in the primary ship, while his small army of elite soldiers followed in separate vessels. He was taking full precautions...not just against enemies, but to ensure Yue Yue’s every whim was met.
Yue Yue was like a chirping bird. She had never been in such a big spaceship before, and she wanted to touch every button, look out every window, and explore every corner.
"Look, Han Soi! The stars are so big!" she cried, pressing her face against the reinforced glass.
Han Soi followed her like a shadow, a permanent, blooming smile plastered on his face. His men, watching through the internal comms, felt like their Duke had been replaced by an impostor.
Where is the man who used to execute rebels without blinking? Who is this man carrying a plate of fruit and nodding like a puppy?
Despite the travel, Yue Yue didn’t stop her livestreaming. It was her main source of income and her favorite hobby.
With Lulu’s mechanical efficiency helping her, she turned the spaceship’s high-tech kitchen into a cooking studio.
The livestream was exploding.
"Is the Goddess attending the Temple ceremony?"
"I’ll be there! I’ll fight any man for a chance to be her mate!"
"Goddess, wait for me! I’m an S-rank warrior from the Sea Empire!"
Yue Yue never read the comments while she was busy stir-frying, but Han Soi did. He stood just outside the camera’s view, his terminal scrolling through the thousands of bold claims from males across the galaxy.
His sunny face lost its luster. His expression darkened with every "marry me" comment. His grip on his tea glass tightened until the reinforced material began to crack.
"Husband! Come here and try this!" Yue Yue shouted suddenly, holding up a spoonful of aromatic, purified meat.
The livestream chat went silent for a microsecond before erupting into absolute chaos.
"HUSBAND?!"
"No! My heart is broken!"
"Who is this shameless man? Show yourself!"
"I refuse to believe it! She’s joking, right?"
Han Soi didn’t hesitate. If these wild men wanted to see who she belonged to, he was more than happy to show his dominance.
He walked into the frame, but he was clever. He didn’t show his full face—he didn’t want more attention on her...but he let the camera capture his massive, powerful hand as it wrapped possessively around Yue Yue’s tiny waist.
He pulled her flush against his side, his dark military uniform clashing beautifully with her soft apron.
The viewers only saw a broad chest, a glimpse of a sharp jawline, and a large hand that looked like it could crush a mountain, yet held her like she was made of silk. freewёbnoνel.com
Yue Yue, completely oblivious to the war in the comments, happily fed him. "Is it good?"
Han Soi chewed slowly, his eyes fixed on her with a gaze so hot it could melt lead. His mood lifted instantly the moment she called him "husband" in front of millions. He leaned down, his lips brushing her temple in a clear mark of ownership.
The comment section was a disaster zone:
"TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF HER! "
"Look at that grip... he’s definitely an S-level orc. I’m scared, but I’m still angry!"
"If the Goddess has a hundred husbands, I don’t mind being the 101st!"
"Step aside, Mr. Hand! Let me see her smile!"
"Why is he so big? He’s taking up the whole screen! Move!"
Han Soi saw the "101st husband" comment and let out a cold, soft snort. He leaned closer to the audio pickup, his voice deep and vibrating with power.
"She doesn’t need a hundred," he said, his voice sending shivers down the spines of the listeners. "She only has room for one. And he is very, very possessive."
Yue Yue turned red, swatting his chest. "You’re embarrassing me! The viewers are going to think you’re a bully!"
"I am a bully," he whispered back, loud enough for the stream to hear. "Especially when it comes to what’s mine."
The chat went from angry to frustrated to hilariously desperate. Some were cursing him, some were begging Yue Yue to run away to the Sand Empire, and others were already planning to challenge him at the Temple.
Yue Yue laughed, her eyes sparkling. She loved this. She loved the chaos, she loved the cooking, and she secretly loved how possessive her beast husband had become.
"Don’t mind him," she told the camera, giggling. "He’s just an old man who gets jealous easily."
"Old man?" Han Soi’s eyes twinkled dangerously. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Do I need to remind you how ’old’ I felt last night?"
Yue Yue’s face turned into a tomato. She quickly shut off the livestream before he could say anything else that would get her banned for life.
As the screen went black, Han Soi picked her up, sitting her on the kitchen counter so they were eye-to-eye.
"You’re having too much fun with them," he complained, his forehead resting against hers.
"And you’re being too much of a show-off," she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I have to be," he murmured, his hands tightening on her waist. "The Temple is close, Yue Yue. Once we land, every male in the four empires will be looking at you. I need them to know that before they even think about approaching, they have to go through me."
Yue Yue smiled, her heart feeling full. "They can look all they want, Han Soi. But I’m the one who fed you. That means you’re stuck with me."
