Every time a male mates, a tattoo is branded on his lower belly. The more tattoos he has, the more favor he receives from his female master. Yet these eight beastmen, despite being the absolute strongest in the galaxy, had completely bare skin.
It turned out their female master was a piece of trash with zero mental power. Because of this, she was completely incapable of mating with them.
Little did they know, their immense strength actually made the woman feel deeply humiliated. So, abusing her status as a princess, she relentlessly tortured and bullied her beastmen husbands day and night.
Just today, for instance, she summoned her eighth beast husband, the little merman, since a merman's tears could turn into pearls. The woman ordered him to cry out eight million of them, threatening to throw him to the dogs if he failed.
The little merman cried until he passed out three times, only for her to violently kick him awake again and again. Watching all this, the cruel woman threw her head back and laughed maniacally. But she got so overwhelmingly excited that she actually laughed herself to death.
When those eyes opened again, a completely different soul was inside.
Scarlet forced her heavy eyelids apart. The first thing she saw was a heartbreakingly pitiful face. Massive teardrops slid down his cheeks and past his lips, and the moment they hit the dark red carpet, they magically transformed into shimmering pink pearls. Heavy iron cuffs were locked around his wrists and ankles.
But the most horrifying part was that the other end of his chains was gripped tightly in her own hand.
Scarlet jumped in shock. She instinctively reached out to unbind him, but in the very next second — bam! The bedroom door was kicked wide open.
A man with strikingly handsome features charged into the room, dragging a massive blade behind him.
"Scarlet, I'm going to end your miserable life right now."
Scarlet's heart skipped a beat. Before she could even process what was happening, a flood of memories that didn't belong to her violently crashed into her mind.
She had transmigrated into an interstellar world where females were worshipped as gods and males were treated as lowly servants. The original owner of this body was an imperial princess who shared her exact name. But during a rebel attack years ago, she had been secretly swapped at birth. She was forced to rot in the slums for fifteen long years.
By the time she was finally brought back to the palace, she discovered a cruel truth. Sophia, the fake princess who had stolen her life, was still sitting pretty on her high horse, being groomed as the royal heir.
Why? Because the original owner's mental power was a pathetic F-rank. Meanwhile, Sophia hadn't just reached an elite S-rank. She had bypassed all limits and awakened an unprecedented double-S-rank healing ability.
You see, in the Interstellar Federation, if a male's mental state collapses, he instantly turns into a mindless, rampaging beast. Only females possess the power to soothe them. And once an S-rank mental aura is unleashed, it can pacify an entire military legion. It made Sophia an existence second only to the Empress herself. So everyone naturally continued treating Sophia like the true princess.
As for the actual princess, Scarlet, people only gave her fake, superficial respect, while their eyes dripped with absolute icy contempt.
This crushing contrast drove the original owner absolutely mad, twisting her deep-seated inferiority complex into violent, unhinged arrogance. If a servant so much as gave her the wrong look or frowned, she wouldn't even ask for an explanation. She would immediately order them dragged away and beaten with fifty heavy cane strikes.
When she finally came of age, the Empress personally selected eight incredibly powerful beastmen and granted them to her in marriage. But because of her crippling insecurity, she spent every single day relentlessly torturing and humiliating them.
Scarlet felt a massive headache coming on and was just about to sigh. But right at that moment, a crisp electronic voice rang out in her head.
Ding. Congratulations, host. You have successfully activated the Interstellar Heartthrob System. I am your totally adorable system, Guagua. The original owner of this body was a poor, tragic soul whose destiny and luck were completely stolen from her. In just a moment, I will unlock your personal storage space in the system shop. In the shop, you can exchange points for absolutely anything you desire.
To redeem items, you'll need affection points. And where do you get affection points, you ask? Directly from your beastmen husbands, of course. Oh, and stealing affection from other people's husbands works too. Basically, as long as any male in this universe starts catching feelings for you, you will earn affection points. I've sent you the rest of the story line involving you. I've even included a little bonus gift for you. Do your best to change your fate.
As soon as Guagua vanished, the flow of time returned to normal.
Scarlet snapped her eyes open. Oh, crap. That terrifyingly sharp broadsword was barely a centimeter away from her forehead. The blade was engulfed in roaring crimson flames, the dancing fire so scorching hot it felt like her forehead was going to split open.
She desperately wanted to run, but her legs had completely turned to jelly from fear. She could only shrink back on the bed, trembling so hard she even forgot to beg for her life.
Just as Scarlet was on the verge of a breakdown, a dark silhouette lunged forward. Immediately after, a strong, powerful hand clamped tightly around her arm. With a forceful yank, she was pulled into a protective embrace.
Even so, as the massive blade came crashing down, it struck the unbelievably lavish crystal ice bed, cleaving it right in half. The shattered ice crystals still managed to fly up and graze the back of Scarlet's hand. On her snow-white skin, there instantly appeared three bright crimson scratches.
The little merman, who had been crying, felt a sharp sting on the back of his own hand. He froze for a second, then looked down. He was bleeding crimson.
Strangely, the man wielding the broadsword now had the exact same three crimson scratches on the back of his hand. The position and the shape were identical to Scarlet's. And Riley, the man who had just saved her, had them too.
It turned out that in the interstellar era, females were incredibly precious. Once married, they would automatically form a binding life-and-death contract with their beast husbands. If the female master got hurt in any way, the exact same wounds would appear on her beast husbands' bodies. And if the female master were to kick the bucket, her beast husbands would instantly drop dead on the spot.
The beast husband named Riley gently helped up a thoroughly traumatized Scarlet. His dark green eyes flashed with a freezing, hostile glare as he looked at the man wielding the broadsword.
"Have you lost your damn mind, Kai?"
Kai tightened his grip on the hilt. His dark, brooding eyes swept over Scarlet's pale, terrified face. A cold smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He carelessly scooped up the little merman beside him and strode off without even looking back.
"Your Highness, Kai just got back from the Lost Continent. He's emotionally unstable right now. Please allow me to apologize on his behalf. If someone must be punished, please take it out on me."
Saying this, Riley dropped to one knee in submission.