Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

She felt a dampness.

It came from Mr. Parasite.

It seemed to have taken a bath outside before coming back, to get rid of the smell that she found offensive.

Xia Yangyang was on edge, judging from the sound that it had gone to the foot of the bed.

She felt her legs, which were pressed together, being slowly and gently opened a crack.

Immediately afterwards, my groin felt cold.

Its head pressed against it.

A chill ran straight to her lower abdomen, and the baby inside her sensed something was wrong and began to move more vigorously.

Xia Yangyang suddenly opened her eyes, stepped on its shoulder, and kicked it away.

She shifted back slightly due to habit, grabbed the blanket and covered herself, then raised all her thorns as she looked at the parasitic man in front of her.

"What are you doing!" she shouted angrily, her eyebrows raised.

At that moment, she protected the child in her womb as if it were the bad guy who had hurt her and the baby.

Mr. Parasite was stung.

It coiled on the ground, conjuring up the upper body of a human, and climbed up from the foot of the bed: "Yangyang, I—"

"Stand there and talk, don't come any closer!"

She grabbed the pillow behind her as if to throw it, her eyes fixed on it like a ruffled rabbit: "Tell me, what were you doing just now!"

Mr. Parasite froze: "I see you're not feeling well, so I thought I'd help you like before."

Xia Yangyang's eyes reddened: "Bullshit! You're clearly trying to kill our child!"

"How could that be?"

"You're lying to me. I can just feel it. Don't think I'm stupid. I'll ask you again: why did you kill our child right under my nose!"

She thought she was very calm, but her body was really shaking, and her hand holding the pillow was digging into the pillowcase.

Part of it is fear, and part of it is due to hormones in the body.

She saw the parasite in front of her lower its head and remain silent for a long time. She was both angry and aggrieved, so she threw the pillow at it and everything else within reach.

Mr. Parasite didn't dodge, and only spoke in a deep voice when she could no longer touch anything and was crying with her knees tucked in through the blanket.

His voice was hoarse, as if he had walked an unknown distance in dry land.

"That's not even a child."

"..."

Her lover, her eyes red from crying, looked at her in astonishment: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

When Mr. Parasite saw her clear yet confused eyes, his whole body ached as if he were being fried in a hot pan. He crawled along the edge of the bed to her side.

How much your loved one longs for a child, and how diligently they take care of the child.

And the root of all this trouble is—

"I'm sorry, Yangyang, it's all my fault."

"..."

"I passed on bad genes to it... I forgot that I was already a mutant, not a pure parasite, and I can't reproduce normal offspring."

Her lover's thin shoulders trembled as she sobbed, her eyes were still red, and her nose and lips were so red they looked like they could be squeezed to release water.

She looked down at it, bewildered: "What does that mean...?"

Mr. Parasite coiled his long body around her to prevent her from doing anything to harm herself.

But it seems that only in this way can it alleviate its own pain for a moment.

It had sworn not to harm her.

But how can this not be considered a form of indirect harm?

Originally, it intended to kill the child silently.

They didn't need any offspring; having each other was enough to get them through countless long nights.

Mr. Parasite remained silent for too long, so his lover clenched his fist and punched him again.

"What exactly do you mean by that?!"

Mr. Parasite pressed close to her, pulling her into his arms: "I have devoured Gluttons, the ones I have ever seen with the strongest desire to devour their own kind."

"..."

"But its devouring desire is stronger than that of a glutton, and its birth will bring disaster, especially... to you."

"..."

"It asked me more than once if it could devour you, saying that Mom's bright red internal organs were throbbing all the time and looked very sweet."

"..."

This is... what kind of... tiger and wolf... words.

!!!

Xia Yangyang was stunned into silence. A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky and turned her into a piece of wood.

She grabbed the system by the neck and yanked it out of her spatial dimension: [What the hell is going on? Don't you even guarantee the host's safety when you have a baby? I know you're out of touch with reality, but you can't be so unrealistic!]

She only got pregnant this once.

The baby in her belly is rebelling and trying to eat her?!

No wonder Mr. Parasite was murderous; anyone who heard such words would break out in a cold sweat.

The system's neck was practically snapped in her throes: [No, no, let me... explain.]

Xia Yangyang barely managed to let go, while the system, holding onto the worktable, coughed violently, and it took a while to clear its throat.

System: [First, let me make one thing clear—the male protagonist of our world will never have offspring who destroy this world. Their descendants are all positive, optimistic, and cheerful, only making this world a better place. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a propagation mission. Offspring are essentially a form of repair to the dimensional world, and their descendants are even more so.]

Xia Yangyang's complexion did not improve.

System: [Secondly, didn't you always know that parasites only eat raw food?]

System: [Since you don't eat raw food, it can only explore on its own. It might utter some horrifying words because it's just a parasite, driven by instinct and unsure how to express its hunger. But it likes you very much, and even though it's been enduring it, it hasn't done anything to harm you.]

Hearing the system say this, Xia Yangyang felt a pang of guilt. Actually, she could have eaten some sashimi or rare steak.

She then remembered something else: [What about... the previous embryo being swallowed?]

System: [Adults will devour, let alone juveniles who haven't even developed consciousness yet; it's just a battle to plunder the mother's resources.]

Mr. Parasite noticed that his lover hadn't made a move for a long time.

He leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers.

In this way, he can read some of her emotions and thoughts.

But her lover dodged away. She raised her tear-streaked face, revealing a complex expression that suggested she didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"If you can communicate with it, why don't you talk to me?"

"It will only scare you." Mr. Parasite pursed his lips.

Mr. Parasite himself is like this, and his genes are also like this to his children.

They never made her feel at ease or happy.

If only it were human.

It thinks this ten thousand times a day.

A surge of malevolence caused it to accidentally knock over the table next to the bed.

But suddenly, her lover grasped its hand and sniffed, "What else did it say?"

"..." Mr. Parasite remained silent.

"Say something! What else did it say?"

Mr. Parasite looked at his lover, then looked away and said, "It said it especially likes Mom's skin because it contains the internal organs and prevents them from falling to the ground."

"..."

A mother's love is fleeting, like autumn leaves swept away by the wind.

Mr. Parasite could tell that his lover clearly did not want to hurt the child, so his tail unconsciously pressed down on her stomach.

He stared intently into his lover's eyes, cold yet resolute, and said, "Yangyang, you can't keep it. Its devouring desire is too strong; it will bring danger."

This time, it was Xia Yangyang who comforted him: "Is it possible that it's actually like this...?"

She repeated what the system had told her to Mr. Parasite.

He talked until his mouth was dry.

But Mr. Parasite's expression remained unchanged, whether he was too lazy to make an expression or his mood was simply like a frozen pool.

"I don't believe it," said Mr. Parasite.

"I have never seen a parasitic juvenile that has grown to such a large size and is still staying in the mother's body and refusing to separate."

"It even takes advantage of the mother's protection to provoke all the parasitic species in the surrounding area, clamoring to devour them and become the king."

Xia Yangyang: "...Huh?"

These nights.

Every time after midnight.

Those of their kind would gather downstairs in the residential area, eyeing the young with predatory intent.

Mr. Parasite has to clean up its mess every night.

It felt very uneasy.

It feels anxious if it's not by its lover's side for even a moment.

Because it cannot discern the audacity and provocation of such an ignorant young species.

It was to use someone of their own kind to kill their father.

We should take advantage of its absence and devour the mother.