In the middle of the castle garden stood a table prepared for an elegant tea, draped in white lace, set with blue-and-white porcelain, tiered trays of pastel pastries, and crystal cups releasing the mingled scents of roses and spiced leaves in the warm afternoon air.
And in the midst of this carefully arranged ensemble lay Mirabelle Luchs.

Her wild curls were spread across plates and among the tempting desserts. Her dress had been pushed up to her hips, her legs bent and braced against the edge of the table, trembling. Elegant male hands pressed them farther apart while she desperately tried to close them.

Between her legs was the head of a man. His pointed fox ears twitched with amusement as his tongue moved over her again and again.

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Mirabelle Luchs wakes up in a world that should not exist.

A feudal beast kingdom ruled by instinct, hierarchy, and conquest. A world where aristocracy is carved into bloodlines and women like her are used to secure peace after defeat.

She inhabits the body of an unmated duchess from the losing side of a brutal war. Sheltered until now. Politically valuable. Offered by treaty to powerful beast nobles from the victorious realm.
Men who do not hide their expectations, their presence, or their hunger.

Mirabelle is unprepared for medieval court life, for beast instincts worn openly, for how closely power and desire intertwine in this world. But she refuses to remain a passive prize.

With a modern mind and a sharp sense for social dynamics, Mirabelle begins to turn the rules against those who seek to control her. Provocation becomes a choice. Submission a performance. 

A mature reverse harem fantasy set in a medieval beast world, featuring political marriages, power games, and a female lead who refuses to be ruled quietly.

Also it is slow burn;)

For one brief moment, her fingers itched to find out exactly how far the creature could fly if she punched it with her new Beastwoman strength.


Unfortunately, the annoying little spirit had a point. Which somehow made it worse.


Mirabelle: "Even so, I'd be back to zero points..


What if I end up in a situation where I absolutely need to buy something and don't have any Legacy Points left?"


Pebbles: "There is currently a discount."


Pebbles: "How does 24,000 Legacy Points sound?"


Until Pebbles, who somehow looked visibly stressed despite lacking sweat glands, suddenly slammed two tentacles down onto an imaginary table:


Chapter 82 - The Beast Goddess Will Be Mildly Disappointed