Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Xia Yangyang's legs were still trembling as she got out of the taxi and walked into the apartment building.

These small, corridor-style apartments are located on the upper floors of office buildings. In the middle of the corridor is an outer hall where a brown leather sofa and a potted ornamental bamboo are always placed.

It's so late, and there's no one in the elevator.

She tidied her clothes in front of the elevator, and as soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw the man sitting on the sofa.

She was slightly taken aback.

The man also looked up from the folder, his gaze falling on her wrinkled shirt, then meeting her eyes, which were like an unchanging, deep, cold pool.

"Dr. Xia, you're late."

The tired bluish shadows under his eyes were the result of long-term sleep deprivation.

He leaned back on the sofa, his posture elegant and dignified, wearing a well-tailored dark suit, the collar of his shirt slightly open, revealing a section of his long neck, exuding an innate aloofness.

Xia Yangyang stepped forward, unconsciously switching to carrying two handbags and placing them in front of her lower abdomen: "Mr. Lu, what brings you here? I remember sending you a message saying that this afternoon's appointment was rescheduled for the weekend."

"I haven't received any messages." Lu Feng stood up from the sofa, his already imposing aura becoming even more oppressive.

"I called you three times this afternoon, but you didn't answer. I figured it wouldn't matter where I was working overtime, so I waited for you here."

His gaze then fell on the girl's left earlobe, which was missing an earring; the earlobe was crystal clear and round.

"Did I bother you tonight?" He asked again, his breath heavy.

"No, how could that be?" Xia Yangyang found her phone, pressed and held the power button, and sure enough, three missed calls popped up. She quickly smiled apologetically at him, "I'm so sorry, my phone died."

"It's okay."

"Don't wait here, go to the examination room and sleep."

In this world, the system assigned her the identity of a seasoned psychological counselor.

This is undoubtedly a perfect match for the main fragment of the mission "Lu Feng"—a corporate president who has been tormented by sleep disorders for many years.

Lu Feng followed behind her, looking at the small section of her top that wasn't fully tucked into her skirt waistband.

*

The apartment where Xia Yangyang lives has an inner room and an outer room that are completely separated. The inner room is where she lives, while the outer room is decorated as a simple and quiet treatment room.

In the not-so-spacious space, on the far left is a recliner that is rarely used.

The two went inside, and Lu Feng sat down on the recliner with practiced ease.

It seemed that only here could he relax his tense nerves for a moment.

In the past, Xia Yangyang didn't need to do anything. She would just sit next to him, flip through books, and organize files. As soon as Lu Feng came close to her, she would fall asleep automatically.

This miraculous therapeutic effect was undoubtedly addictive for Lu Feng, who could barely sleep an hour or two by taking medication all year round.

But today, Xia Yangyang sat at the table with her hand supporting her forehead, and there was a brick-sized book on the table.

After her head had kowtowed countless times, a broad, kind hand caught her face as it was about to fall.

Xia Yangyang woke up with a start.

Seeing Lu Feng half-squatting in front of him, he quickly straightened his back and cleared his throat twice.

"What's wrong? Still can't sleep?"

Lu Feng did not respond; his dark eyes, like whirlpools, asked instead:

"Dr. Xia looks very tired. What did you do today?"

Xia Yangyang looked at the clock on the wall; the hour hand ticked away, pointing to 1 a.m.

This shouldn't be a question of whether I'm busy or not.

"I'm not tired," she said insincerely, forcing a professional smile. "Is there something bothering you that you'd like to talk to me about?"

Lu Feng nodded: "I waited for you in the lobby for so long today, but the reason was simply that the communication was not in place, which led to a waste of time for both of us. This has given me a wake-up call."

"What warning?"

"Electronic devices are prone to malfunctions. If your job is also too demanding, I wonder if I could hire you as my private therapist. I will arrange accommodation for you at home, and your salary will certainly not be less than what you are currently receiving."

"..."

Lu Feng's tone was calm, his logic was clear, and his offer was tempting.

The key point is that this means she at least broke through his inner shell, making him willing to accept her.

But... is this going so smoothly?

At first, the system told her that the target of the mission was the Zerg hidden in the city.

She remained worried, wondering if these insects would lose their minds, or suddenly revert to their original forms. Would they eat meat or people? The last world was already gruesome enough; could she perhaps have a dish of tofu with scallions this time?

The system comforted her, saying that people experience joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, just as the moon waxes and wanes.

Due to unforeseen circumstances, what was originally an SSS-level mission objective was split into three fragments.

Although the number has increased, the grade has dropped to S.

The level of danger is significantly lower compared to the previous three planes.

According to Xia Yangyang's keen sixth sense, the smoother things go, the more likely there are hidden pitfalls.

Sure enough, after arriving, she discovered that some of the system data was locked, ostensibly to protect her from the information she was kept in the dark.

It will only fully open up after she comes into close contact with the three fragments.

That's nothing.

The information doesn't affect doing the task.

Since she could easily complete the task by choosing any one of the three targets, she wasn't going to make things difficult for herself. Instead, she decided to focus on Lu Feng, who was the most suitable target.

Everything went smoothly for a month, but unexpectedly, at 5 pm today, the system suddenly sounded an alarm.

Tell her that another fragment of the mission target is in heat and needs her help urgently.

Zerglings nearing their mating season will carry suppressants with them.

But this time, even the inhibitors failed to work.

It's a very serious heat rash; if she doesn't go, the fragment of the mission target might explode due to excessive repression.

She had never even seen the fragment before, but she rushed over in a great hurry.

The Zerg's mating season is intense and usually lasts for a week.

She struggled herself to the point of exhaustion, but could only hold on for half a day. As soon as the system said her condition had stabilized, she escaped.

Xia Yangyang glanced at the system panel—[Zerg Data Unlock Progress: 33.333%]

Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, Lu Feng assumed that the conditions he had offered were too low.

So, he proactively raised the price, saying, "Room and board are included. If you come with me, your salary will be five times your current highest monthly income. Would you consider that?"

Xia Yangyang raised her eyes and smiled, "Mr. Lu, there's actually a more physical approach to treating sleep disorders. Would you like to try it?"

Lu Feng tilted his head in confusion.

He followed Xia Yangyang's instructions, lay back on the recliner, and closed his eyes.

"Is it hypnosis?"

During his 28 years of searching for the Queen on Earth, he had heard of this ancient East Asian witchcraft.

"Shh—" The girl's warm breath brushed against his earlobe, her voice as soft as silk, "Relax, don't open your eyes."

Lu Feng smelled a faint floral fragrance, like some kind of calming essential oil.

His shoulders and neck gradually relaxed.

He felt his head being lightly bumped by a hard object.

In an instant, it was as if countless hands reached out from his sea of ​​consciousness, and he was dragged into an endless silence, unable to resist.

I finally fell asleep.

Xia Yangyang put away the white sleeping hammer, yawned sleepily, turned the air conditioner to a comfortable temperature, and turned to leave.

"Sizzle, sizzle—"

Suddenly, the sound of tearing fabric came from behind.

She froze for a moment, then turned around, only to be met with a chilling scene—

The man before me gradually changed his physical form.

The smooth, firm waistline and clearly defined muscle lines exude a sense of power and flexibility.

The smooth skin extends down from the navel in a groove, and the well-proportioned muscles gradually transition into a flawless black in an inverted triangle shape from the sides of the narrow hips to the center.

Xia Yangyang unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The insect's abdomen, which is pitch black downwards, is complex and exquisite, shimmering with blue patterns.

The design details are like those of a precision instrument.

On either side of the insect's abdomen are sharp, spider-leg-like segments that gleam with a sharp metallic sheen.

Lu Feng was still asleep, breathing evenly, but his limbs knocked over the tables, chairs, and filing cabinets in the room.

Xia Yangyang's expression changed, and she turned and ran towards the inner room. Before her front foot even touched the ground, her back foot was wrapped around the waist and legs by the insect's abdomen.

A dizzying sensation followed, and I crashed into a hard chest.

As if he were asleep and subconsciously seeking comfort, Lu Feng subconsciously felt that the aura emanating from this female made him feel exceptionally safe and comfortable.

He wanted to melt her into his own body, so he curled up tighter and tighter.

Xia Yangyang's chest could not expand, and her waist was also constricted to its limit. She slapped his shoulder hard and called out, "Mr. Lu!" "Lu Feng!" but to no avail.

She was being strangled so badly that she couldn't breathe.

Use both hands and feet to create space for your lungs.

Suddenly, her knee, which was pressed against his abs, slipped due to sweat.

Slide your fingers along the groove in the middle of your navel with considerable force to the transition between the flesh and black.

"Hmm..." The man frowned, let out a muffled groan of discomfort, and tilted his neck back.

His deep blue eyes parted slightly, revealing narrow slits, the whites of his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion.

"...Dr. Xia." He looked at her, his voice hoarse and low.

Xia Yangyang's whole body tensed up, her knees frozen in place, her heart pounding like a drum. After a long while, she managed to choke out, "It was you who first made a suggestive remark to me, Mr. Lu."

"..."

"Please let me go."

"What did you do to me?" A difficult struggle appeared in Lu Feng's eyes.

"..." Xia Yangyang didn't dare to say a word.

After a while, she felt the force binding her loosen, and her lungs regained their freedom.

She hurriedly slipped out of his arms, opened the door, and pretended to leave.

Lu Feng did not stop him.

His hair was disheveled, his breathing was heavy, his eyelids drooped and closed repeatedly, then he tried to open them again, yet he stared at her expressionlessly.

His whole being exuded a sense of vulnerability after being ravaged and abused.

Xia Yangyang suddenly felt reluctant to run away.

However, the moment this idea popped into my head, I was jolted.

No, no, no, he'll let her go because he's not thinking clearly right now and doesn't realize his insect form has been exposed.

Once he realizes he's been exposed, he might kill her.

He's had a sleep disorder for over a decade. Surely we can't let the person who stumbled upon his secret off the way he's trying to get treatment?

Even if he really didn't care about his insect body being exposed, they could still contact each other by phone.

Damn it, I'm never doing physical hypnosis again.

With that thought in mind, Xia Yangyang immediately left, found a hotel, washed away her sore and tired body, and collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.