Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The night was as dark as ink, and the silver moon hung high in the sky.

Soft moonlight filtered through the light gauze on the bed, spilling into the princess's bedroom.

The young girl lay peacefully on the bed covered with brocade, her hands folded over her chest, her golden hair falling smoothly over the pillow, making her skin appear even whiter than snow.

Her face was serene and beautiful, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow in the moonlight, like a butterfly alighting on a petal.

Looking at her from afar, she resembled a goddess, pure and flawless.

Aside from the girl's soft, even breathing, there was a very light, yet short and rapid panting.

Suppressing a certain restlessness and desire, it landed on the princess's skin.

The quilt was gently lifted by a slender hand, revealing prominent bones and bluish-purple veins that were almost visible on the skin. The fingernails were particularly thick, curved, and long, with incredibly sharp tips.

The princess was still sleeping peacefully, her profile gentle.

The delicate pearl buttons were unfastened one by one from bottom to top by that animal-like hand, until they reached her chest. Then, with a push, a large expanse of fair, smooth skin was exposed to the air, exuding a faint fragrance of cedar.

The hot breath from the seemingly rude man who got too close burned her, and her delicate flesh instantly turned pink.

The low breathing in the air quickened for a moment, then stopped.

The moonlight cast the shadows of the two people on the bed on the ground. The huge humanoid creature lying on Sleeping Princess had thick, broad shoulders, an arched back, two upright, pointed ears on its head, and a tail behind it.

Its face slowly elongated, transforming into a wolf-like kiss.

The wolf suddenly opened its mouth wide!

The sharp fangs were clearly visible, distinct from each other, in the shadows!

It bit at the princess's chest, its target was very clear—the princess's heart!

"What are you doing?" A clear, cold voice suddenly rang out.

The princess on the bed opened her eyes at some point and stared straight at it, as if moonlight had pierced through the finest amber, so clear that one dared not look directly at her.

Hatti's eyes visibly contracted.

His teeth pierced a layer of skin, but not her chest; they bit into her bent knee.

A streak of blood snaked down from her lips, flowing down her shapely, slender calves to her fair ankles, striking and alluring.

The sweet, metallic taste of blood lingered in my mouth.

The man and the beast locked eyes.

A wolf's bite force could easily break through the kneecap of this delicate human female, as easily as chewing on a cartilage, but he stopped there.

His golden beast eyes held restraint, amazement, and excitement, with a burgeoning, animalistic light flickering within them.

This was the first time he had seen the princess in her entirety since he had been successfully bought.

In the slave market, he didn't even see a single finger of hers; he only remembered that half of her hand, wrapped in white silk, extended from behind the layers of curtains in the private room.

He held a delicate short stick in his hand, made of gold and silver, with jewels inlaid at the top; its luxury was evident without a second glance.

She simply pointed at him lightly.

With a slight lift of the fingertips, the short rod tilts slightly.

The cold light of gold and silver reflected the backs of the slave owners kneeling on the ground, while the iridescent spots reflected by the jewels were imprinted on their foreheads, like a seal of forgiveness casually stamped by a god.

"Thump."

A bent index finger flicked its head lightly.

"Relax."

She still spoke in a cool tone, but her eyes were captivating, filled with an innate princess-like majesty.

Hati's facial hair quickly disappeared, revealing a distinctly Western-looking human male face—the kind of face that Renaissance painters would have favored.

His jawline was sharp to the point of arrogance, yet it was softened by the lingering youthful charm on his cheeks.

His nose bridge was so high it cast a proud shadow, yet the tip was slightly upturned, like a noble young master sneaking into a knightly order, his childishness still undeniable even under his helmet.

His cheeks flushed an unnatural red as he slid into the princess's soft embrace, his tall frame resting against her slender shoulder.

"Owner……"

"..." Xia Yangyang's lower back stiffened, stimulated by the call as if she had been electrocuted, her head and spine tingling.

"You didn't let me serve you on the first night you bought me. Did you think I was too old? Or am I too ugly to your liking?"

Anyone would find it extremely uncomfortable to have such a large body weight supporting their lower back.

But when she looked down at him, the three-tenths smile that naturally appeared at the corners of his eyes turned into a full smile, and the blood-stained lips added a touch of pitiful vulnerability to his appearance.

Xia Yangyang inwardly wailed to the system: [Are you sure the current environment is 100% dangerous? This...this doesn't seem like it at all!]

Those bright eyes and that bewitching smile are simply too enchanting.

System: [Guess why his rating is SSS Werewolf?]

Xia Yangyang's fingertips itched, and she couldn't help but rub against his snow-white wolf ears, which earned her a low, ambiguous moan.

Xia Yangyang's heart skipped a beat: [Could his most lethal skill be his seduction?]

System: [...If you continue like this, the minor protection mechanism will be triggered again immediately.]

Upon hearing this, Xia Yangyang immediately restrained herself.

With one arm around him, she fastened the unbuttoned shirt to the top with the other.

The target of the attack has an abnormally high body temperature.

She noticed something was wrong almost as soon as he pressed himself against her.

"Why is it so hot?" She didn't answer his question, but pressed her forehead against his, hesitating for a moment, "Did they give you something to eat?"

"They" refers to the slave owners who sold him.

Xia Yangyang was not familiar with the rules of the slave market, but his current state made it easy to associate him with some kind of shady drug.

"Yes." Hati climbed out of her arms, but then lowered himself to lie beside her bent legs, gently supporting her injured knee. "Slave owners would force-feed the orcs they sold some aphrodisiac soup so that they could better serve their new masters."

As expected, Xia Yangyang frowned slightly: "You know all this, why don't you—"

"But I did it voluntarily." Hati opened his eyes, golden light shimmering within.

Xia Yangyang was taken aback by his sudden words. She watched as he gently extended his pink tongue and licked her wound, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation.

"Because my master is you, Saint Sveta's unique moonlight."

"..."

"It is my honor to serve you."

"..."

"You can do whatever you want to me tonight, even if it's a bit rough, I just want to feel every inch of you." His wrist went around her back, and three fingers traced her concave spine, slowly sliding upwards.

System: [Host has been detected engaging in acts of persecution against minors. Please stop immediately, or an electric shock warning will be triggered within five seconds.]

System: [Countdown, five, four—]

Xia Yangyang suddenly realized what was happening and grabbed his wrist, which had slid down to her neck.

I was almost bewitched by his captivating eyes, forgetting that this guy only looked big and was actually still a year away from adulthood.

I almost forgot the feeling of being struck by electric shock that makes your mind clear and your limbs tremble.

Just now, while she was sound asleep, an alarm suddenly went off in her head.

[Host has been detected engaging in acts of persecution against minors. Please stop immediately, or an electric shock warning will be triggered within five seconds.]

[Countdown: Three, two, one—]

Before she could understand what was going on, a jolt of electricity struck the top of her head, and when she opened her eyes, she saw herself and the little wolf cub, their clothes disheveled.

What a terrible thing to do.

She didn't want to try it again.

"Nonsense." She scoffed softly, "How old are you? How can you have such thoughts?"

The overwhelming righteous energy completely shattered the delicate, enchanting atmosphere within the hall caused by the rising temperature.

Now it was Hati's turn to be stunned, his head with wolf ears tilting slightly to the side.

How old is he?

Does he look that small?

Aren't all these human nobles, men and women, the same? They all like to eat young girls.

Xia Yangyang reached out and pulled him up, buttoning his half-open white shirt from bottom to top until there wasn't a single gap left in his neck.

Her beautiful brows furrowed seriously: "I have no inappropriate thoughts about a child like you, whether you are human or beastman."

"Why?" Hati knelt on either side of Xia Yangyang's waist, his hands braced on the mattress, his flushed face possessing a bewitching charm as he slowly approached her. "Aren't my ears pretty enough? Isn't my tail fluffy and soft enough? Isn't my body fair and firm enough? How do you know you're not interested in me if you don't inspect me yourself?"

The closer he got, the more Xia Yangyang retreated, until she was forced to fall down, her head landing back on the pillow.

His eyes were intense, almost drawing people in, yet they made no attempt to conceal the dangerous glint within them.

Just as the two were about to cross the line, Xia Yangyang pressed two fingers against his forehead, which was close to hers.

She said expressionlessly, "Because you're still a child."

"..."

Hati smiled, her eyes slanting upwards, bright and captivating.

She acted as if she were a very mature and experienced adult.

That reason is far too hypocritical: "Then why did you buy me from the slave market?"

You should know that everyone who goes to the slave market is after the young bodies of orcs, and everyone is there to satisfy their perverted fetishes.

The princess's expression flickered slightly. She pursed her lips, momentarily looking away, but quickly regained her composure and looked directly back at me: "Because I need a friend, someone who will stay with me, someone who won't leave me, someone who won't betray me."

Friend? What a novel word.

"Is that all?"

"right."

"Then why me?"

"What?"

"There are so many orcs in the slave market. You were just choosing a friend; anyone could have been chosen. Why me?"

Humans are the most foolish animals, easily seduced by beauty. Does she dare say she would choose him not because of his face?

The princess opened her mouth, as if organizing some euphemisms, and hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Because you are a little older than them."

"?"

"With your head held high and legs crossed, you look so proud and difficult to take care of. I think besides me, no one else would want to take care of you."

There were a few things she didn't say, because in such a dangerous environment, she couldn't be sure of the consequences of speaking them, and that was—

If he falls into the hands of some other pervert, his proud demeanor is destined to be shattered.

And she actually felt a desire to protect that pride.