Beauty and the Beasts Chapter 1334 - Curtis at Work

Chapter 1334: Curtis at Work

The first person to see Curtis in this outfit was a female makeup artist. After being in the industry for more than ten years, she’d seen countless models, but never one that shocked her with just one look.
She was instantly certain that this man would be the most famous model she’d ever seen.
“Kurt, right? I’m your makeup artist. Please sit.” The makeup artist showed him to the dressing table.
Curtis quietly did as the makeup artist said. When she got closer, he discreetly furrowed his eyebrows.
There was that weird smell again. It hadn’t been mixed with sweat, so it smelled nice after he took a rough whiff. However, he instantly picked up the pungent smell again.
Why do the females here always make their bodies emit weird smells? he thought.
What was even more confusing to him was that, although the females of this world were beautiful, there were too many aged females, like the one in front of him.
In the beastmen’s world, the males would first maintain the females’ youthful vigor, then their own. A female aging meant the end of her race’s bloodline.
And once a male aged, he would find it difficult to hunt and wouldn’t live for much longer.
So, in Curtis’ eyes, this middle-aged female was nearing the end of her life.
And there were many aging females outside. This greatly confused Curtis. At this rate, in this world, a large number of people would die every day.
The makeup artist had no idea what Curtis was thinking. She only exclaimed at how good his skin was. Not a single hair could be seen.
If her eyes were sharper, she would be terrified, not amazed.
Snake beastmen didn’t have body hairs. Even their hair was made out of scales.
Before long, Curtis was done with his makeup.
His body now had a weird smell, too. Grumpy, he walked away from the makeup artist with a dark expression.
The photographer had already arrived and was adjusting his camera. When he caught sight of Curtis, he said without lifting his head, “There you are. Let’s get to work.”
It was their first time working together, and the photographer wasn’t familiar with Curtis either. “Just strike a few poses and we’ll see how it goes.”
In the studio were a high-quality sofa, a coffee table, golf clubs, and other sports equipment. They matched the aura of the clothes perfectly.
Curtis was naturally lazy. Since he could do whatever he wanted, he walked towards the sofa and leaned against it, slouching as if he had no bones in his body.
A human posing like that would be criticized for slouching. He, on the other hand, looked lazy yet sexy. It was mind-boggling.
The photographer was stunned by what he saw in the camera.
Curtis was here to work. He did everything that was asked of him, and yet, there was no action from the other party. Impatient, he looked at the photographer with a dangerous expression in his eyes.
Chills ran down the photographer’s spine as he instinctively pressed the shutter.
A light flashed, and that moment was captured forever.
The photographer wiped away the sweat on his forehead as he looked at the photos in anticipation.
The man in the photo posed extremely casually and with a vicious expression in his eyes. The stark contrast was stunning. His fire-red hair cascading over his shoulders was like a cape of blood draped over his casual clothing, making him appear even more dangerous.
This was undoubtedly an excellent take.
The photographer knew that if this photo was released, it would definitely attract attention, and people wouldn’t be able to take their eyes off it.
However, he wasn’t satisfied. This photo couldn’t even capture a tenth of the man’s aura. At that instant, he felt as if the man was a dormant venomous snake—he looked lazy, but he could kill someone in an instant.
That was a feeling of tension that would make one want to escape, not the evil, attention-grabbing charisma that the photo exuded.