The Wicked Female and Her Eight Beastmen Mates: Pregnant From Day One - CHAPTER 1

If heaven ever gave Bai Yue a second chance, she swore she’d never click open that beastman novel again

the one about a vicious villainess who just so happened to share her exact name.

But fate clearly had other plans. She only read a few chapters before the classic transmigration curse struck.

There she was, waist-deep in water, ropes biting into her wrists and ankles. Her voice echoed weakly above the prison pit.

No one answered, of course. The silence of the primitive world pressed down like stone.

Bai Yue sighed. She had no more strength to struggle anyway.

In the novel, the villainess had tried to force a bond with the White Fox tribe’s witch doctor,

going so far as to feed him seventeen aphrodisiac fruits.

The poor beastman was nearly crippled from the ordeal before the heroine swooped in to save him

thus beginning the long, painful saga of the male chasing his destined female.

As for what happened after that? Bai Yue had no idea. She’d only read five chapters before waking up here.

What she did know was that she was supposed to die soon.

By her count, the heroine had probably already given the witch doctor the antidote.

Which meant his next move would be dragging Bai Yue out of this pit and burning her alive in front of everyone a noble act, of

course, to cleanse the tribe of a female too wicked for even the Beast God to tolerate.

A creak sounded above her. Bai Yue looked up and met the cold stare of a towering beastman.

Oh, wonderful. The mighty Bai Yue, once a college student, now reduced to a sacrifice for the primitive gods.

And she even recognized the beastman. Bafeng—the witch doctor’s ever-present guard. No one knew what kind of beast he was.

Bai Yue cooperated as he hoisted her up, though she couldn’t resist muttering under her breath.

If she was going to die, could she at least have a decent meal first?

A roasted goo-goo bird leg would do nicely. She’d drooled over it when reading the novel;

now that she was here, she deserved a taste.

Bafeng ignored her, carrying her effortlessly over his shoulder.

Water dripped from her soaked furs onto his bare skin, but he didn’t even flinch.

Fine, maybe no goo-goo bird. What about just a bite of meat? Dying hungry was bad luck.

Still no response.

Her shameless attempt at bargaining earned only a twitch of his jaw.

Alive, she’d never been a match for him. Dead, she’d still be swatted aside.

And really who said he was here to kill her?

The witch doctor’s orders had been simple: whoever caused this mess would pay the price.

Ten minutes later, Bai Yue’s head spun from being carried upside down.

Before she could even open her mouth, Bafeng dropped her onto the ground and shoved a few fruits into her mouth.

Eat, he said.

Bai Yue blinked, half touched, half dazed. So kind no meat, but at least he’d picked fruit for her.

If she died, she promised she wouldn’t come back to haunt him.

You won’t die, he muttered finally.

Her chewing stopped. Wasn’t she supposed to be burned at the stake?

That was the plan, he said flatly.

The plan? A chill ran down her spine.

And now?

Bafeng didn’t answer. He just stood there, silent and still as stone.

Then heat bloomed low in her belly.

Wait—what?

This wasn’t right. She wasn’t even a man!

Her entire body felt like it was on fire, her thoughts slipping away. Panic clawed at her throat.

Not like this. She’d rather be burned. Maybe she’d wake up back in her dorm room, a normal college girl again.

Bafeng didn’t move.

After that, everything blurred. She remembered only fragments the taste of fruit,

the coolness of something like ice against her feverish skin,

her body trembling and burning while someone held her tight.

Seven days and seven nights.

That’s how long it lasted.

By the end of it, Bai Yue was sure she’d die on that cold stone bed.

Yet every time her body failed, the beastman used his strange witchcraft to pull her back from the brink.

It was madness.

Then, just as she thought she’d gone completely numb, a voice chimed inside her head.

Ding. Hello, host. I am the Identification System. Scan anything through me, and I can tell you its name and properties.

Bai Yue froze mid-sit-up, gasping for breath. A system. Of course. Years of reading transmigration novels had prepared her for this.

System?

Correct.

She groaned inwardly. Why couldn’t it have shown up earlier? Before she’d lost her voice, her waist,

and her poor, once-pristine innocence?

The system paused awkwardly before replying. Actually, I arrived seven days ago.

But a strange force kept me from approaching you. Only now could I make contact.

Bai Yue could only stare into the void.

So much for “suffering first, sweetness later.” So far, she’d gotten nothing but suffering, suffering, and more suffering.

Her thoughts drifted until the sound of footsteps echoed outside the cave.

She looked up—just in time to lock eyes with a woman walking in.

The woman blinked, then calmly placed a roasted goo-goo bird leg on the stone table nearby.

You’re awake. Eat something.

At the sight of food, Bai Yue’s soul nearly left her body.

She scrambled to the table and began tearing into the meat with her bare hands. Chopsticks? Who cared. She was starving.

Eat slowly. No one’s taking it from you.

The gentle tone slowed her movements. Between bites, she studied the woman across from her. She looked familiar

oh right, the original heroine’s friend. Fierce, silent, and not someone the original villainess ever dared to mess with.

Want some? Bai Yue asked weakly, offering half a leg.

No need. The woman, clearly disgusted, turned her gaze away. The food was barely enough to feed a cub, let alone share.

What’s your name? Bai Yue asked.

Xue, she said simply. Picked up on a snowy day.

Do you know where this is? Bai Yue asked while gnawing the bone.

The Witch Doctor’s cave.

The world went dark for Bai Yue. Of course. The decor should have been her first clue it was far too neat for a normal beastman.

So she was still in that bastard’s den.

Suddenly, even the goo-goo bird leg tasted like ash.

She couldn’t fathom what the original villainess had been thinking falling for the witch doctor, of all people.

Xue seemed to read her thoughts. The Witch Doctor has already bonded with you.

Until you take a second mate, this is your home.

Bai Yue’s hand froze mid-bite. Appetite gone.