Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 86

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**

The world was not going to hand things over easily. When you return, you’ll have to entertain me with your singing and dancing every single night until I drift off to sleep.”

Just imagine it—a stunningly handsome man with a sculpted physique, clad in nothing but a sheer veil, performing for me on an enormous bed that stretches a hundred feet wide. Beneath the lush green canopy, his sleek, dark-purple tail entwines around my leg… oh dear, the mere thought sent a rush of heat through Emma, her nose nearly threatening to bleed.

“Okay, that’s enough of this torment for now.” She snapped the call off before Edric could catch a glimpse of her flustered state.

Sing! Dance!

Those were requests he could manage, without a doubt—but the latter two? Edric’s brow furrowed deeply. Singing was within his capabilities; his pitch was quite decent. But dancing… twisting and writhing like that… especially in front of his beloved huntress? The very thought sent his entire serpentine form flushing crimson with embarrassment. Yet, since it was Emma’s command, he found himself with no other option. After a moment of deliberation, he clenched his teeth and began rummaging through his lightcore for videos of male dancers.

He was taken aback by the sheer volume of options available. Some dancers exuded bold masculinity, others moved with graceful elegance, while some were fiery and downright seductive. A few even stripped away their clothing as they danced—if not for the system’s restrictions, those men would have likely gone completely nude.

As Edric scrolled through the videos, a whirlwind of questions swirled in his mind. What style of dance would Emma find most appealing? Perhaps I should just learn them all…

Meanwhile, Emma had no inkling of Edric’s internal dilemma. After ending the call, she took a moment to steady her racing thoughts, her cheeks still warm. Her gaze drifted to Coalball, who sat nearby, pouting with his mouth tightly pinched shut.

Though she still struggled to decipher most of Coalball’s chatter, their time together had taught her to read his expressions and gestures. “I understand you don’t want a mate,” she explained gently, her voice soothing. “I only said that to keep Edric occupied so he wouldn’t dwell on his worries. Don’t fret; I’m not actually going to find you a female.”

At her words, Coalball visibly relaxed, his body unwinding from its tense posture.

Lucien, who had overheard the call, observed Emma as she pinched her own skin and pretended to shed tears, all in a bid to tease Edric. She concocted those whimsical demands to ease his guilt and reassure him of his significance in her life. And it had worked—Edric genuinely believed that Emma still needed him, that she still loved him.

A flicker of envy stirred within Lucien. I can’t help but wonder… once I’m back on my feet, will she treat me with the same kindness? He dared not hope for too much—if Emma could show him even a fraction of the warmth she lavished upon Edric, it would be more than enough for him.

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