After sulking for an entire day, Malrik finally devised a plan to cheer up his female—only to watch Silas swoop in and steal all the credit. "Squeak!" He called softly. Emma, of course, had no idea what he was saying. Smiling, she pressed a gentle kiss to Cotton Candy's cheek. "Cotton Candy, you're amazing. You even learned to dance." The warmth of her lips brushing against his fur sent Malrik soaring with joy. Fine, if she insists Silas taught me, then Silas taught me. He was just a rabbit for now, after all. There was no way he could have learned to dance by himself. She was right. Last night, he had already ordered his men to investigate what Merlin had done during his absence. When the report arrived, Malrik felt as though the sky had collapsed upon him.He no longer dared to reveal his true identity to Emma. D*mn Merlin! When he found that man, he would lock him away—make him beg for death and never receive it. No more running wild, deceiving people under his name. Emma carried Malrik downstairs, where Corvin had just finished preparing dinner. The moment Corvin saw her coming down, his excitement flared so high that his beast ears popped out. "Emma, I made dinner! You eat first. I'll go back to my room... to set things up." All those candles and incense had to be lit in advance. Watching his excited retreating figure, Emma suddenly grew curious about what his room looked like. Does he fill it with mechs? He was, after all, brilliant at building them. After finishing dinner, Emma noticed Corvin still hadn't returned. She waited for a while in the living room, but when he didn't show, she headed back to her room, took a shower, changed her clothes, and finally decided to check on him. The door to his room wasn't fully shut, just slightly ajar. Curiosity tugged at her. She reached out and pushed it open. Inside, Corvin had already finished setting everything up. He stood in his walk-in closet, trying on clothes. He had bought them two days ago—every imaginable style was there. "Which one will Emma like more?" The rack beside him was overflowing with discarded outfits he had already tried and rejected. That night was their first bond, and he wanted Emma to be happy; otherwise, she might have grown tired of him later. "This one?" He studied his reflection in the mirror. The quirky flight suit fit perfectly, showing off his tail, but he frowned. It seemed too modest. Silas had said to show more, but not everything—to tease, to reveal just enough. It had to be tempting. Lost in thought, Corvin didn't notice Emma step inside. She froze, wide-eyed, taking in the transformed room. Corvin had really leveled up. He had turned the entire space into something straight out of a fantasy. The bed, the canopy, the massive full-length mirror—and that corner over there. Aside from the color, it was practically a replica of Marcus' room. Then she remembered—Corvin had been the one who set up Marcus' room. Never saw that coming. Her sweet, innocent Corvin was completely into this kind of steamy setup. Marcus' room had been done in dark purples. Corvin's was a softer lavender.Hearing the rustle from the closet, Emma sat on the bed, rubbing her chin as she thought. Who would have guessed? The usually gentle Corvin likes this sort of atmosphere. "Where did he learn this?" she murmured, sneaking to the closet door. She peeked through the crack—then froze. Her eyes widened at his outfit. She'd thought the manservant costume last time had already crossed the line, but apparently Corvin could go even bolder. This outfit was nearly on Silas' not-safe-for-bedtime level. Wait—Silas? Emma was speechless. Has Silas been the one teaching him all this? Corvin finally chose the outfit he liked. When he turned around, his eyes locked directly with Emma's. He startled, instinctively covering his chest—then remembered why he wore it in the first place. For Emma. There was no point in hiding it. "Emma, when did you get here?" He dropped his hands, eyes burning with heat as he gazed at her. Emma pushed the door wide open and stepped inside the closet. Her gaze slid over the racks—every outfit was bold, not a single normal one in sight. She plucked a tie from the nearby cabinet, looped it around Corvin's neck, and tugged him forward. Corvin blinked, feeling the tie tighten. Is Emma going to tie me up? If she was, he wouldn't resist. He followed her to the bed, where she pushed him down flat against it. Emma leaned over, pinched his chin between her fingers, her eyes gleaming with dominance—like a queen holding his fate in her hand.