Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Like an incredibly elastic slime, it spread and devoured the entire house, with only her sleeping room being the only clean spot.

Xia Yangyang suddenly felt a little panicked.

"Xia Feimo, Xia Feimo?" she called its name twice.

"Rippling... ripples..."

A muffled, soft sound came from its sleeping room.

It was very faint, but Xia Yangyang still heard it.

She stepped on the soft, warm floor and anxiously ran towards the sound, finally finding it in the wardrobe filled with her clothes.

It looked like it had just been fished out of a jar of liquor, all limp and lifeless.

The round core shrank to the size of a soccer ball and connected to the limp nerve cells on the ground.

Xia Yangyang held the hot parasite Mr. in her arms, and could even feel the neuroblasts throbbing inside.

She suddenly realized that the medicine hadn't actually lost its effect.

She held it, a dull ache in her chest: "Xia Feimo? What are you doing?"

"I...won't hurt Yangyang."

It pronounced the sentence clearly, word by word, as if it were brainwashing itself, earnestly admonishing itself.

The closet was filled with a pleasant fragrance.

It will be fine if it goes back to stay for a while.

They're all rippling, they're all the same.

It mustered its weak willpower and climbed into the wardrobe.

But its lover's soft, fragrant body embraced it, and it managed to endure it, but its nerve cells wouldn't obey its commands.

As soon as she came over, those things wrapped around the exposed half of her fair calf and crawled into her trouser leg.

Xia Yangyang wouldn't let it go back, and hugged it back into her arms.

She sat on the ground.

The tentacles formed from the black mud were even more likely to climb over.

He slipped inside the hem of her shirt, rubbing against his lover's delicate skin.

"You didn't hurt me," Xia Yangyang said helplessly.

Mr. Parasite was bewitched by her gentleness, and his neuroblasts throbbed even more violently.

"I swore an oath," it struggled to say.

"Swearing is something humans do, why are you, a parasite, getting involved?"

"Yangyang, you...go to work, don't worry about me."

That's what it said.

But its nerve cells had already surrounded her.

She was as if she were being coiled up by a giant python, with black scales slightly spaced between her and her body, because the python was afraid of constricting her too tightly and damaging the precious and fragile treasure.

But the python's head prostrated itself down with utmost devotion, allowing her to hold it in her arms.

Xia Yangyang sat cross-legged, arms wrapped around itself, its whole body resting on its head.

The lover didn't show any expression, but Mr. Parasite could tell that her voice was muffled.

"Weren't you feeling unwell a while ago? Didn't I tell you to come to me when you weren't feeling well?"

"I, I..." Mr. Parasite didn't know how to explain.

Because it wasn't the kind of discomfort she was thinking of, but rather...

Just thinking about it made her body feel even hotter.

The adorable person actually said it aloud: "It's the kind of discomfort that comes with wanting to mate, right?"

Mr. Parasite was a beat slow to react, and immediately bristled.

"I don't!"

It tried to squeeze out of her arms.

But she held on even tighter; her heartbeat was separated from its neuroblasts by only a layer of skin and flesh, which was undoubtedly a fatal temptation.

The lover's breath hit its head.

"How do you know I don't want to if you don't even ask me?"

Mr. Parasite endured, "Wait...wait until I become human..."

Two more years.

It can now sculpt human bodies and limbs.

In two more years, it will be able to sculpt facial features, nails, hair... making every part look just like a human.

Before she could finish her thought, a plaintive and sorrowful sigh came from above.

Xia Yangyang didn't know what kind of guidance the system meant by "a little guidance".

I could only gently press my lips against the spot where its neuroblasts were pulsating most clearly.

The parasite in my arms suddenly stiffened like an iron ball.

Xia Yangyang doesn't understand, is that wrong?

Then, she peeked out half of her pink tongue and gently licked it.

After waiting for a while, there was still no response.

Xia Yangyang sighed again, propped herself up, and leaned her back against the black tentacles behind her waist: "Don't make me take the initiative in these kinds of things."

"...Yangyang."

Mr. Parasite gently called out her name.

Tender and lingering, captivating and unforgettable.

In countless nights and dawns when she could not be seen.

Strong winds blow from south to north, and the four seasons cycle from spring to winter.

It holds the neuroblast.

Think about what "love" really means in the human sense.

"Yangyang..." it called again.

This time she just hummed in agreement.

Mr. Parasite pressed his burning hot head against her brow, with all the piety and sincerity he had ever possessed.

"I love you."

Xia Yangyang also closed her eyes.

She saw countless enormous black nets forming in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Like an airtight prison.

Behind her was a vast, open white view.

Mr. Parasite stood behind the net and reached out his hand to her.

Xia Yangyang calmly walked forward.

They crawled into the net.

A soft, delicate sound drifted from the churning black ocean in the room, and was caught by Mr. Parasite.

It heard her say, "Me too."

*

Mr. Parasite said it was going to die.

Because it saw her memories during mating.

She has dated countless human boyfriends in the past, and they have all said "I love you".

Xia Yangyang said, "Death is fine, but first vomit out the two iron basins and the glass cup it ate."

Mr. Parasite was fuming.

In the end, he simply used his partner's phone to register a social media account for himself.

Take a photo of yourself and your loved one from behind, and caption it—

we.

mine.

Xia Yangyang glanced at it and casually turned on the "Youth Health Protection" mode.

Mr. Parasite does not believe that his lover is wholeheartedly devoted to him.

Because humans are fickle.

During mating, she also witnessed everything it had experienced over the past hundred years.

Starting as a tiny speck, parasitizing a fly and swatted to death by a human, it wanders into the ocean and is caught as a jellyfish and ended up on a dinner table. After finally growing a little bigger, it parasitizes cats and dogs and is then bullied by human children with sticks.

It was naive and reckless that it became a capable and artistically accomplished invader of Earth.

As a result, not many decades later, he destroyed everything he had pursued with his own hands.

Mr. Parasite said that if he were to write his history of aggression into a novel, it would definitely be the worst novel in the world.

But Xia Yangyang asked if she could have the copyright to the novel sold to her before it died.

Mr. Parasite didn't understand.

She actually liked this terrible history of Earth's invasion.

*

Mr. Parasite has severe facial anxiety.

Because my partner won't let it go outside.

This is absolutely not her fault.

As a parasitic species, it avoids frightening humans and exposing itself.

It has to crawl through sewers or drains when it goes out, but she has a baby in her belly and doesn't have the energy to bathe it every day.

It knew this all too well, but its lover had to go to work every day.

It guards an empty house.

My daily routine consists of seeing her off, waiting for her to return, and practicing sculpting figurines.

Mr. Parasite's spirits gradually weakened, and even his skin began to wrinkle.

Even if it didn't say anything, Xia Yangyang could tell it was unhappy. After thinking it over, she came up with a solution.

She bought a large white cloth and covered herself completely from head to toe.

Then, using a black marker, I drew two cute eyes and a mouth on the white cloth.

It then conjured two tentacles to act as hands, supporting the cloth at two corners.

"Okay, very beautiful." Xia Yangyang took two steps back to admire her masterpiece.

Now, if he walks out, people will at most suspect that he is some kind of "performance artist," but will not be afraid of him.

Mr. Parasite really likes his new skin.

It floats around the room like a little ghost.

Later, as it went out more often, human children would often come up to it and ask for photos, and some of the bolder ones would even let it hold them.

Mr. Parasite said, "In another sense, how can this not be considered conquering the Earth?"