Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The bright surgical lights stung my eyes.

Xia Yangyang's lips were dry, and her lower body felt as if it were about to be cut in half due to the anesthesia.

The system, sipping its butter tea, elegantly took a small sip: [You've been bewitched by his singing.]

Xia Yangyang frowned: [I know, but why am I lying on an operating table?]

System: [Victor has been tormenting you for three days and three nights. If the researchers don't rescue you soon, you will become the first host in my system's history to be tormented to death.]

Xia Yangyang remained silent for a long time, her face ashen: [Actually, it wasn't all for naught. At least I discovered something more torturous than death—a living hell.]

System: [Targets with animalistic attributes tend to be very beastly. Merfolk are lewd, and their first time indulging in forbidden fruit will definitely be unrestrained... But don't worry, next time you hear him sing, I'll immediately block your hearing.]

Xia Yangyang was still under the effects of anesthesia and fell asleep again shortly after the surgery.

During this time, several people came to take her blood and seemed to notice changes in her physical condition.

She heard a foreign doctor repeatedly exclaiming, "Amazing!" and "That's unbelievable!"

In short, I was amazed at how quickly she recovered.

If they find that her physical changes are related to Victor, will they use him for some kind of dissection experiment?

He has so many tentacles, you could use a few pieces of meat for experiments... or grilled squid slices would probably smell delicious.

Sprinkle some more cumin and chili powder, and dip it in fermented bean paste.

Really fragrant.

Xia Yangyang smacked her lips and turned around.

Victor is so strong, these researchers treat him like royalty.

She should think more about herself.

Xia Yangyang was in a coma for three days and had a high fever for three days.

But miraculously, after her fever subsided and she regained consciousness, there wasn't a single scar on her body, and even the surgical marks had healed perfectly.

It's as if fever and coma are both hibernation mechanisms that the body enters in order to heal.

Xia Yangyang sat on the lab bed, swinging her legs, her clear, watery eyes gazing out through the tempered glass with longing and innocence.

It was the same female researcher as before; she pushed the medicine cart in from outside the cabin door.

As far as I can remember, she seemed to have participated in the surgical treatment as well.

"This task is very difficult, and it's expected that we'll fail the first time. It's okay."

Is this meant to comfort her?

Xia Yangyang was a little surprised, and nodded: "Yes, I understand."

The female researcher handed the anesthetic needle and the reservoir bag to Xia Yangyang, who accepted them without any resistance and then continued to look out the window.

Normally, you should leave after handing over the documents.

I don't know if it was because she thought of the horrific injuries, or because she felt sorry for the victims as a woman herself.

She leaned against the table opposite Xia Yangyang, her hands tucked into her white lab coat: "What are you looking at?"

Xia Yangyang smiled sweetly: "The atmosphere among you colleagues is really great. After I finish my task and leave, I'd like to take the exam and work here too."

The female researcher froze, her hand in her pocket tightening around the pen.

She didn't know that the completion of this mission would end in her death.

The research lab devised dozens of plans to exploit her, but none of them left her any way to survive.

The female researcher's expression was complicated: "If you yearn for the future, why do you still kill people?"

Xia Yangyang's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of dust. She smiled faintly, but lowered her head.

"If you've been a victim of domestic violence since childhood, suffered repeated fractures in your limbs, and experienced perforated hearing loss in your left ear... you too might one day find yourself unable to resist picking up a knife."

"..."

"The law sentenced me to death, but I don't think so. They are the guilty ones."

The female researcher's eyes blinked quickly and slightly, but she could no longer look directly at her: "I don't understand."

"?"

"Since you also believe you are innocent, why did you attempt suicide? Prison records show you attempted suicide many times. Doesn't that contradict your statement?"

Xia Yangyang stroked the ugly bumps on her wrist, looking at her with gentle relief: "Not anymore, because now I can distinguish clearly. What I want to end is the pain, not life."

"..."

Xia Yangyang continued her daydream: "After I finish your research, I'll change my name and identity and start a new life... People always have to look forward."

No wonder she could tolerate Victor and calmly accept that level of trauma.

The female researcher felt as if her chest was stuffed with cotton, making it hard to breathe.

She stood up and reminded him, "You absolutely must complete the mission before he goes into heat."

"Is his heat cycle really that bad?"

"Not just scary, he's a complete monster. Victor's every emotion during his heat is amplified infinitely. He's consumed by desire and will do anything to release it. As his chosen partner, you need to be extra careful, because he might even..."

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Victor, who establishes a physical connection, needs to be glued to his partner every single moment.

As soon as Xia Yangyang recovered from her injury, the lab sent her to keep him company.

Victor leaned against the wall of the experimental tank opposite the water tank, his arms outstretched, his muscles strong and powerful, and water dripping from his fine silver hair at his temples.

Compared to the Viktor of my memory, his features now possessed a more lewd and seductive quality.

He stared intently at Xia Yangyang, and after not seeing her for several days, he seemed even more confident in his control over his partner.

"Yangyang, come here," he called softly.

Xia Yangyang looked at him and smiled, just like Daji, who burned alongside King Zhou in the palace before his death, a smile that was deeply moving.

She picked up the wine from the ice bucket, stepped onto the high platform, waded into the green water, and swam toward him.

Tentacle monster versus death row inmate, madman versus madman.

The instant her fingertips touched his chest and abdominal muscles, underwater tentacles instantly clung to her lover's skin.

Victor grabbed her hand and pressed it against the glass wall, sniffing and kissing it, from her neck to her wrist, his kisses both longing and dark.

Something slipped inside again, and Xia Yangyang's breath hitched. The cold glint of the needle hidden in her wide sleeve flashed.

Victor held her between his arms and looked at the new object she had brought: "What is this?"

Xia Yangyang smiled faintly: "This is red wine, one of the essences of human civilization."

She touched his hand, and with her sharp fingernails, she scratched the bottle opening, causing the glass to crack open and fall into the water along with the stopper.

Victor watched her use her nails like that, feeling extremely indulgent and pleased.

The rich aroma of the wine wafts over, intoxicating the senses.

She took out two wine glasses, poured one for him, but when she poured her own, her legs went weak.

Xia Yangyang steadied herself against the side of the tub, her watery eyes glaring at him angrily: "Don't do this... Victor!"

Victor asked casually, "How so?"

"What you're doing... will hurt our children."

Victor smiled, then submerged a little deeper into the water, kissing her pale face: "Darling, I just checked, we don't have children yet. How can we have children if I don't try?"

"..."

From this angle, Xia Yangyang was extremely close to his vulnerable neck.

Those words, when they reached her ears, stirred up terrifying and disgusting memories.

The needle tip in the sleeve is almost poking in right now.