Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

A suffocating burning pain shot through my neck.

The leather straps binding it went far beyond the limits of pleasure, threatening death.

The girl lying on the bed had her hands bound with hemp rope, raised above her head, and tied to the headboard.

In the darkness, Xia Yangyang met a pair of bloodshot white eyes, reflecting her messy long hair.

She watched as the man's mouth opened to a grotesque degree, and countless black, thread-like things emerged from his throat.

It clung to her, trembling, and crawled toward her.

Xia Yangyang's scalp tingled: [What the hell is this thing?]

System: [System Notification! Target: SSS-level Alien Parasite Species has appeared! Host is advised to conserve energy and wait until vital signs stabilize before proceeding with the reproduction mission!]

Xia Yangyang: [You guys in the system world, do something decent! I really want to slap this kind of creature to death with a slipper.]

System: [Try taking a picture yourself, and see who dies, you or him?]

Xia Yangyang: [...]

The air reeked of blood, like a murder scene...

The original owner's memories flooded into his mind.

It turned out that the man on top of her was none other than her boyfriend of a month, Qin Zhinan.

Qin Zhinan was exceptionally handsome, with distinctive silver hair and a perfect 188cm height. He immediately captured the heart of the original owner of the body, and the two quickly fell in love after meeting.

The original owner had given prior notice that he wouldn't be back tonight, so Qin Zhinan took the "food" home, dismembered it, and refrigerated it.

Unexpectedly, Qin Zhinan was caught in the act by the original owner of the body who had returned temporarily, and he then decided to kill her.

Fortunately, having witnessed all sorts of bloody scenes in her previous two lives, Xia Yangyang quickly calmed down despite her fear.

A black silk thread touched her lips.

It was cool and soft, like freshly kneaded mud.

"Zhi Nan, it's so dark. Why don't you turn on the lights?" she asked, suppressing the tremor in her voice.

"..."

The parasite, which thought it had killed its lover, suddenly turned its rolled-back eyes black.

His dark pupils stared intently at his lover.

Her bright, watery eyes seemed to see nothing at all, searching for his face in the darkness, calling his name in confusion.

Qin Zhinan tilted his neck to one side and suddenly moved closer to her face with inhuman speed.

Xia Yangyang: [Block your vision!]

System: [OK!]

A cool, fine sensation crept across her face and into her mouth, while she was being watched by a strange gaze.

He doesn't seem to exhale; he's just mimicking the operation of a human chest cavity.

He saw his lover's cheeks flushed, her eyes slightly glazed and filled with shame.

"Can we skip these games today?"

"..."

"That damn Wang, he made me drink so much... I feel awful... Ugh—"

Xia Yangyang felt like vomiting when the scrape reached her throat.

This parasite is disgusting, but it seems to have a cleanliness obsession. As soon as it heard that she was about to vomit, it immediately curled up its body back.

Fearing she might vomit on him, he also tightened the belt around his neck.

Xia Yangyang's eyes rolled back and her red tongue stuck out as she was strangled, just like the female ghost who had hanged herself.

After a while, he joined his two cold fingers together and pressed them against her temples.

In an instant, Xia Yangyang felt an excruciating pain in her brain, as if countless hands were turning her head inside out.

She had such a headache she wanted to scream, but the pain subsided in an instant.

Sweat dampened the stray hairs on her cheeks, and the shadows around her faded away.

"Heh, interesting."

He uttered a sentence lightly, his tone low and alluring, his words lingering on his tongue, their meaning ambiguous.

Xia Yangyang lay on the bed, panting heavily. She symbolically called out "Zhi Nan" a few more times, only to be met with the rustling sound of heavy objects being dragged across the wooden floor.

The system patted its chest confidently: [That was close, he almost found out.]

Xia Yangyang was afraid of seeing something she shouldn't have, which would cause her psychological trauma, so she only lifted the visual blockade after the system said he had left.

He broke free of the belt and rope, and, feeling unsteady on his feet, went to the bathroom to take a shower.

*

"Yangyang, don't you think your boyfriend went a bit too far?"

During the evening dining rush around 6 or 7 pm, the Chinese restaurant downstairs from the company was packed with people. At a two-person table by the window, plate after plate of exquisite Chinese side dishes were empty.

Yang Xiaoxue looked at her friend, who clearly couldn't eat anymore but was still forcing herself to eat, and a trace of pity flashed in her eyes. She asked the waiter for a pot of barley tea and handed her a cup.

Despite his best efforts to control himself, his gaze kept falling on the bruises under the scarf around her neck and the red marks on her wrists that were faintly visible beneath her long sleeves.

Xia Yangyang recalled the sensation on her lips last night and couldn't eat anything all day.

The reason she ate out was to escape that guy for a while as much as possible; she needed some time to process what she was going through.

She casually raised her head: "Why are you suddenly saying that?"

Yang Xiaoxue lowered her voice and brought her face close to hers: "I know it's normal for young couples to be a little intense during the honeymoon phase, but this level of intensity is completely affecting your life... It's not like proper romance, it's more like... domestic violence."

Xia Yangyang looked at her wrist, lowered her eyes and remained silent. Yang Xiaoxue then said:

"And don't you remember? The last time I went to your house, I saw him dissecting some creature. Was it a dead raccoon or a fox?"

"..."

"Luckily you came in time. He was walking towards me with a blood-soaked scalpel, and his eyes were terrifying, like he was going to dissect me too."

"He studied veterinary medicine, so it's inevitable that he'll occasionally have special professional needs..." Xia Yangyang kept her lips pursed with barley tea, knowingly making excuses for the guilty party. After a pause, she added, "If you need to contact me in the future, please let me know on WeChat beforehand."

Yang Xiaoxue still gets chills when she thinks about it now.

Knowing her friend was proud and arrogant, she was afraid she would be bullied by her lover, but was too proud to ask for help. So she sincerely held Xia Yangyang's hand:

"Yangyang, we grew up together. If anything happens that you can't control, you must tell me. Don't call anyone—"

A long shadow blocked the light.

What followed was a chilling, lifeless aura, and a strong, pungent scent of pine and cypress.

It's normal for men to use pine and cypress incense, but it's extremely rare to use such a strong one.

Pine and cypress incense has another little-known benefit: it is a preservative.

In ancient times, when wealthy families passed away, they would usually use pine and cypress incense together with car-weather incense to repel insects and deodorize.

Yang Xiaoxue didn't need to turn around; this dangerous intuition, like a centipede crawling from her tailbone all the way to the back of her head, had already made her arms stiff.

"Zhi Nan, what brings you here?"

Xia Yangyang looked at the person who came, her eyes lit up, and then she smiled brightly.

Yang Xiaoxue felt that needle-like gaze slowly shift from her to her friend.

She swallowed hard and breathed a sigh of relief.

But she didn't know that her friend was now tense and even more uncomfortable than she was.