So hot.
A large, and ice-cold hand tightly held Jiang Wangyue’s waist, the stark contrast making her rising body temperature feel even more intense.
A scorching breath brushed against her ear, sending a shiver through her whole body.
She forced her eyes open, and the first thing she saw was a mass of dark green hair.
Those large hands were still slowly stroking her back through a black silk robe, as if trying to soothe her.
Jiang Wangyue, her hands empty, instinctively reached out, trying to grab onto something.
A sudden sting at the side of her neck jolted her fully awake. Instinctively, she gripped the person in front of her by the shoulders.
The hand that had been moving along her back had already slid up to the back of her head, forcing her to tilt her neck upward, as if she were an offering being willingly presented.
Through a hazy mist, the other person’s cool, moist lips moved downward, gently licking at her slightly protruding collarbone.
Fingers, cool to the touch, slid around to the front and brushed against her cheek, making her body tremble slightly.
Had she been under too much academic pressure lately?
Otherwise, how could she be having such an explicit dream?
Jiang Wangyue thought, dazed.
“Female master…”
A hoarse voice echoed in the bathroom.
Female master?
Jiang Wangyue’s hand on his shoulder paused.
So it really was a dream, wasn’t it? In the 21st century, who would use a form of address like that?
The arm still locked around her waist suddenly tightened, pulling the distance between them even closer.
“Female master… don’t be so stingy. Spare me a bit of your mental power…”
Mental power?
Jiang Wangyue’s muddled mind gradually cleared, and she finally realized something was wrong.
If this was a dream, wasn’t it a little too real?
The solid sensation of muscle beneath her hand, the damp heat of the mist, and the pain at her neck, all of it was clearly telling her one thing.
This was absolutely not a dream.
As if noticing that Jiang Wangyue still gave no response, a flash of hatred crossed the man’s vertical pupils, along with a hidden trace of scarlet.
Before Jiang Wangyue could react, a sharp, piercing buzzing sound suddenly exploded in her mind without warning, as if millions of needles were stabbing into her at once. The unbearable pain blurred her vision instantly, and her entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.
【Subject A01 shows abnormality!】
【Monster! It’s a monster!】
【Jiang Wangyue!!】
“Bang—”
The sound of shattering glass did nothing to restore Jiang Wangyue’s clarity. Instead, the massive flood of information rushing into her mind nearly made her pass out, her vision darkening uncontrollably.
After a long while, Jiang Wangyue supported herself against the sink, holding her forehead, and let out a bitter laugh.
She wasn’t dreaming, she had transmigrated.
She had ended up in the interstellar beast world, inside the body of a girl who shared her name.
In this world, where females were extremely rare and protected like giant pandas, any form of experimentation on females, whether by the Federation or the Empire, was strictly prohibited.
But the original host was exactly that unlucky exception. Born with exceptionally strong mental power, she was captured by an extremist organization and used in experiments.
However, due to a lack of sufficient samples and external pressure, the experiments inevitably failed, causing her mental power to regress instead.
On the day the secret laboratory was raided by Federation forces, the original host was rescued and sent to an orphanage. After years of treatment, her mental power barely stabilized at C-grade.
According to Federation law, all females must undergo a compatibility test by the central mainframe upon turning eighteen. The original host was no exception.
So a year ago, on her eighteenth birthday, she received her matching notification, she was assigned a family consisting of five male partners.
No one knew whether her mind had broken or her nature had simply been exposed, but after marriage she either subjected her beast husbands to cold violence, or beat and verbally abused them. Yet because females held supreme status, the husbands could not resist and could only endure her torment.
She even neglected the most basic mental soothing and mental sea regulation they required, and was openly involved with others outside the marriage, a textbook scumbag.
Jiang Wangyue opened her eyes, filled with despair.
Come on, man, this is basically a hell-level opening, isn’t it?
A cold gust of wind passed by. The already wet silk robe did nothing to keep her warm, and Jiang Wangyue couldn’t help but shiver, wrapping her arms around herself.
She looked at the mirror, at a face identical to her own, even the tear mole at the outer corner of her left eye was exactly the same, and let out a long sigh.
She was already here. What, was she supposed to die and go back just like that?
Silently, Jiang Wangyue pulled a large bath towel around herself and stepped out of the bathroom.
By the shattered floor-to-ceiling window stood a black-haired man. He was currently gathering his pitch-black wings behind him, their color matching his hair. His dark golden eyes that looked at her showed no emotion whatsoever.
Shadow Falcon, Ji Li.
The name instantly surfaced in Jiang Wangyue’s mind.
It must have been him who sensed something was wrong earlier and broke through the glass.
Seeing that she had regained her clarity, Ji Li shifted his gaze toward a corner of the room.
Jiang Wangyue subconsciously followed his line of sight.
The man who had bitten her was sitting there against the wall, head lowered. At his feet lay an empty syringe. From the original host’s memories, Jiang Wangyue recognized it as a suppressant used to control male mental rampages.
His loosely draped robe revealed neatly arranged eight-pack abs, along with faintly visible V-lines, and above that, a well-defined chest that would make anyone with a flat chest feel envy and jealousy.
Perhaps still recovering from the earlier agitation, his chest rose and fell heavily with his breathing, making the sight even more striking.
Jiang Wangyue’s gaze moved upward from his abdomen, only to abruptly meet the man’s dark brown vertical pupils.
Long dark green hair. Snake-like vertical pupils.
Anaconda beastman, Feng Yan.
Feng Yan looked at her and spoke lazily.
“I was wrong.”
A completely insincere apology.
Jiang Wangyue frowned as she touched the wound on her neck.
“I was saying—”
A white figure leapt through the shattered floor-to-ceiling window, landing lightly and gracefully on the ground.
“You all seem to be in quite the mood.”
Hearing the voice, Jiang Wangyue turned around, and immediately felt her eyes light up.
The newcomer had long snow-white hair, neatly gathered over one shoulder and tied with a red ribbon. Even more striking were his eyes, clear, deep blue like the ocean, so mesmerizing that one could easily feel drawn in and drown within them.
Illusory Silver Snow Leopard, Lan Xue.
He seemed to have just returned, still carrying a faint chill about him.
Before Jiang Wangyue could recover from the visual impact of his beauty, Lan Xue had already stepped over the shattered glass and walked to her side.
“Female master, should we treat your injury first?”
His gentle voice made it easy for others to let down their guard.
Jiang Wangyue gave a quiet response, while internally adding a label.
Lan Xue: scheming big cat.
As she passed by Ji Li, Jiang Wangyue paused and thanked him briefly.
Not only Ji Li, but the other two in the room also froze for a moment, as if they had just heard something strange.
Lan Xue’s gaze turned noticeably deeper.
Feng Yan, on the other hand, immediately sneered.
“Oh? Our dear female master actually knows how to say ‘thank you’ now. How truly… worth celebrating.”
Jiang Wangyue glanced at him and silently added another label for him as well.
Venomous-tongued pervert snake.