Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

Chapter 137

This wasn’t just an ordinary collar; it was a special mark. Wearing it meant selling oneself to a customer.

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Although the Empire followed a female–dominated hierarchy where even Emperor had to please and serve the matron, high–ranking males still had their pride and boundaries. Female elites also showed a certain level of respect to main

consorts of noble status.

Would a collar like this really be placed around the neck of some powerful figure?‘ The gossipers on StarNet were abuzz with discussion, finding it hard to believe.

Some even went to the Male Escort Club to dig for information.

When questioned, the owner thereof merely stated that he was one of the club’s service staff but didn’t dare reveal Seafarion’s true identity.

In private, the owner shook his head with a wry smile, finding the situation absurd.

It wasn’t until he added Seafarion as a contact that he realized Seafarion was actually the patriarch of the Sea Race and the richest person in the Empire.

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He thought, ‘A figure of such status, going to such extremes, shamelessly seducing someone like that? Though he succeeded in winning over Nyx, given Seafarion’s position, he certainly wouldn’t want such an embarrassing matter to be made public.

The owner kept his mouth shut and skillfully fended off wave after wave of inquirers.

When the crowd finally dispersed, he let out a long sigh of relief and opened his Intelligent Brain to report his efforts to Seafarion.

But as soon as he opened the chat window, he was stunned silly.

Seafarion had changed his profile picture. He had set a photo of himself wearing the collar as his new avatar.

The owner thought, ‘No wonder people have stopped coming to the club for answers–he has admitted it himself in the most blatant way possible.‘

StarNet exploded, and the entire Empire was engulfed in a frenzy of gossip.

[Seafarion? Is it really him?]

[So that’s what he looks like?]

[People used to say he must be ugly, which is why he always hid his face…]

[His parents aren’t ugly. How could he be? He was probably just very private.]

[Then why is he suddenly okay with exposing himself now?]

[Tsk, do you even have to ask?]

[If I had won over Lord Nyx, I’d post a hundred updates on StarNet announcing my identity to the world.]

The once–mysterious richest male in the Empire had finally shown his face, and he was breathtakingly handsome. Having successfully won Nyx over, he was undeniably a winner in life.

set be

actually makes a lot of sense…]

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looks like Lord Nyx truly

real identity revealed, no one questioned whether he

and looks were all at

neck, it was clear he had a knack for seduction. His

doesn’t seem

humiliating? It’s a

face, yet he sure knows how to

our generation. I need to

males following suit–and successfully attracting

ever since I started wearing a collar, my matron

of the richest

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Empire was satisfied. Not only did they find

wonder Lord Nyx mateed with the Sea Race Group to

they were already getting close back then?]

[Maybe even earlier…]

[Just perfect.]

my sandwich is guaranteed

other delicious food coming?]

Richest, don’t just sit there; get

any longer–bring out new

flooded with impatient demands.

pleas from military personnel, begging for

sold.

craving them for far

Nyx to push Seafarion to come up with

She thought, ‘These people clearly don’t want Seafarion to have a peaceful vacation.

didn’t mind. Being able to collaborate with Nyx was a pleasure for him. He didn’t find

Without needing Nyx to push him, he had already drafted

examined it carefully and frowned, “Why are all the profits going

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mateship had a profit–sharing structure, and the contract had been fair. But this time,

money I earn naturally belongs to you,” Seafarion said

been a steal–generating endless

nose in exasperation. “Then by your logic, shouldn’t I be the one covering any losses? Why does the contract say you’ll bear all

wasn’t

on all risks for you,” Seafarion spoke with a mix

light–colored irises, Nyx’s breath hitched, and for a moment,

the unfair contract