Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Supernatural Research and Prevention Bureau, team member's bedroom.

Xia Yangyang stood in front of the half-length mirror.

She held a rubber band in her mouth, tied her long hair into a ponytail, and then picked up the neatly folded blue and white school uniform from the bedside.

She grabbed the sides of her dress and pulled it up halfway, just revealing a slender, white waist, before pausing.

Turning my head, I met a pair of bright, yellow cat eyes.

Mr. Parasite's gaze was naked, showing no awareness of the need to avoid it.

Xia Yangyang clicked her tongue: "Pervert."

She walked to the bedside in a few steps, grabbed the thin blanket, and threw it over the cat's head.

Mr. Parasite felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and instinctively scratched around with his cat paws. The more he scratched, the more blankets covered him, and in a fit of rage, he tore the blankets to shreds.

He escaped through the hole he had dug himself out.

At this moment, Xia Yangyang had already changed out of her school uniform and was zipping it up to the top.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the disheveled little calico.

She walked to the bedside, knelt down, and lay down to bed level with it: "This time, no matter what happens, you have to listen to me, okay?"

There were dark circles under her eyes.

She hasn't dared to close her eyes since the train track incident.

This is no ordinary place; it holds many dangerous alien creatures. If they were to have their consciousness taken over by the parasitic species, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Mr. Parasite: [Okay.]

"Because the enemy is exceptionally strong this time, it's no longer just the two of us acting alone. We must obey orders. Even the slightest mistake could render all our hard work futile, or even kill our teammates. Do you understand?"

Xia Yangyang spoke earnestly and solemnly for a long time, but Mr. Parasite couldn't listen to it or understand it, though he still nodded.

It persistently asked: "[If I can kill that other one, you'll forgive me for everything I did before, right?]"

Xia Yangyang placed her palm on the cat's head: "Yes."

The calico cat's eyes instantly turned white as black active substances burrowed from the cat's body into her palm.

Xia Yangyang risked her life to join the Gluttons' Counterattack Plan for only one purpose—to tame the rebellious parasite Mr.

Whether it's devouring or being devoured, the essence is the same: a contest of mental strength.

During the manipulation of the body, Mr. Parasite's power over the body will be maximized, and it will gain the greatest freedom.

Including the voices in its mind.

Those voices will surely embolden it, sever her relationship with it, and make it disobey her commands.

What Xia Yangyang had to do was to detect any deviations in its thoughts.

Again and again, with all our might.

Put it in shackles.

Let it truly know who the master of this body is.

Xia Yangyang froze the calico pelt in the refrigerator. Just as she closed the refrigerator door, there was a knock on the door.

She went to open the door and saw Jiang Yan standing outside.

He was tall and straight; without looking up, you could only see his chest.

He wore a simple security guard uniform at the school gate, yet somehow managed to exude a sense of uniform allure.

Can this glutton believe he's the same security guard he used to be?

Xia Yangyang took two steps back, looked up and said, "Jiang Yan? What brings you here?"

"Just came to see you." Jiang Yan glanced away, concealing the fleeting brightness within, then quickly looked back. "Are you wearing your bulletproof vest?"

"Um!"

"Tonight you will be replacing the female students who are staying on campus. Please be careful. This is your first time confronting Gluttons, and all sorts of unexpected things can happen. The mission may fail, but you all must come back safely."

Xia Yangyang patted her chest and raised her little face: "Don't worry, I have a lot of experience killing parasitic species. I'll make sure it doesn't come back alive."

Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow: "You have a lot of energy, but that's not the place to talk big."

After saying that, he took out a copper brooch about the size of a coin from his pants pocket.

Xia Yangyang tilted her head: "What is this? It looks so exquisite."

"The heron brooch is for you." He suddenly leaned closer, holding the brooch.

The crisp scent of agave filled my nostrils.

Xia Yangyang instinctively reached out to take it and put it on herself, but saw him looking focused and serious as he helped her pin on the brooch.

They didn't even consider the strict separation of men and women, so why are you being so dramatic?

She didn't dodge, and watched as he quickly pinned the brooch on.

Jiang Yan stood up, smiled, and gently ruffled her hair: "I wore this when I survived, and I hope it will bring you good luck too."

Xia Yangyang felt a warmth in her heart and said sincerely, "Thank you."

The two were exchanging words back and forth, unaware that the two parasitic species were also secretly communicating underground.

The other creature spoke first, its voice filled with pity: "[Your host no longer trusts you.]"

Mr. Parasite's cold, piercing gaze cut from the dirty human hand that touched his lover to his own kind.

[roll.]

The person on the other end exclaimed in surprise: "[You don't believe me?]"

[...] Mr. Parasite didn't bother to spare a single bit of energy for it, and didn't even bother to pay it any attention.

Even so, those on the other side can still find a way to save face.

It's been a long time since anyone has talked to it, and as soon as it catches Mr. Parasite, it can't wait to spill everything out.

[Let me tell you, yesterday, Jiang Yan called her aside and gave her a parasitic species mental energy suppressant. I watched her accept it.]

[Do you know what that's for? That thing was specifically designed to suppress unruly parasites.]

[Jiang Yan used to masturbate himself because I occasionally gave him headaches, and he used that to suppress me.]

[The feeling of that stuff being injected... ugh... how to describe it? It's like all your nerves have died, you've lost control, and are completely at the mercy of the host.]

[With each injection, I weaken considerably... Sigh... Who knows how long I can hold on? Dying would be a dream come true.]

Although Mr. Parasite ignored it, he couldn't block out hearing.

Every word of what the same kind of person said reached Mr. Parasite's ears, like a brick being pried up in the corner of a wall.

It then cast a chilling glance at its fellow creature, filled with deep disgust: "[My host is different from your trashy host; she would never use that against me.]"

Those who had received a response were even happier: [Then she should have just refused, why did she accept it?]

Mr. Parasite was jolted; his initial disgust was now tinged with anger.

[That's her decision, what's it to you?]

The other person scoffed: [I'm just reminding you, because once you get the injection, you'll be like me, with no chance of ever turning things around.]

Thank you for your advice, but I won't listen to a word of it.

*

Saturday, Aoki High School girls' dormitory.

There were eight girls in one dormitory, and these female students who did not meet the requirements were grouped together by the school.

Xia Yangyang and the other seven team members were lying in bed.

Her seat was on the lower bunk on the east side, far from the door, and moonlight shone through the gauze window onto the white wall beside her.

The dark dormitory was eerily quiet; everyone was feigning sleep, with only the occasional sound of someone turning over in bed.

Just after midnight.

A series of dull, resonant chimes echoed from the clock tower in the distance.

Xia Yangyang felt her heart skip a beat for no reason, followed by an uneasy restlessness, but it didn't originate from herself.

She asked, "What's wrong?"

Mr. Parasite: [It's here.]

The lights in the hallway suddenly went out.

"Tap, tap, tap—" The high heels clicked on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Moving slowly from one end of the building toward this spot, it becomes clearer and clearer.

The beams of flashlights outside swayed erratically, and everyone kept their eyes open. Occasionally, a pale white halo would streak across the ceiling of room 422.

"Which dorm girls are staying on campus? We're doing a surprise dorm check, please turn on the lights~" A high-pitched, thin female voice rang out, carrying a chilling concern and tenderness.

Just from the upward-curling ending sound, one can almost see a long, scarlet tongue, hungrily licking its lips.

The sound of high heels passed by the door of 422 and slowly walked towards the other end of the corridor.

"Hurry up and turn on the lights. If you don't, all the girls will get a demerit for staying out all night."

The deathly still air became oppressive and thick.

Only the rapid, pounding heartbeat and deliberately drawn-out, slowed breathing echoed.

At that moment, all eight people received the communication simultaneously.

Because of concerns about sound leakage from the transmission equipment, electronic watches were chosen for communication.

Don't open the door, wait for it to come.

It was almost the instant I finished browsing the communications.

The flashlight beam suddenly stopped on the ceiling of room 422 and remained motionless.

A round head slowly moved up, blocking part of the light, and the shadow of the head trembled along with the laughter coming from near the door.

How tall must someone be to stick their entire head out through the translucent glass directly above the dormitory door?

"Hehehehehe..."

"Naughty girls."

"Bringing electronic devices without permission is also a violation of school rules..."