My Beastly Fertility System Chapter 102: A Kiss on the Cheek

These underground caves weren't suitable for living, especially for warm-blooded beastfolk. In just a few days, Claire's arms were already covered in itchy rashes. It was downright suffering!

As Eira remained silent, the hopeful spark in Claire's eyes began to fade.

Of course.

If she escaped, Jeffrey wouldn't let Eira off.

Claire let go of Eira's hand, turned around, and lay down on the fur pelt.

"I'm tired. Don't bring me dinner later."

Eira looked like she wanted to say something, but she eventually turned and left.

Eira didn't return that night. Instead, Jeffrey showed up—something that almost never happened.

"I said I don't want dinner! Get out!"

Claire lay on the bed with her back to him, her tone sharp.

Footsteps sounded behind her again, getting closer, right up to her bed.

Claire thought it was Eira. She was already annoyed that Eira wasn't listening today, so she spun around, ready to scold her. The moment she raised her hand, a large one caught her wrist.

"Jeffrey? Why are you here?"

Jeffrey sat on the edge of her bed, still holding her wrist tightly, frowning.

"Who else would it be?"

Claire yanked her hand free. Her wrist was already red where he'd grabbed it, burning with pain.

Damn Jeffrey!

She said irritably, "No one. What are you doing here? Why aren't you off having fun with your three beauties?"

"Jealous?"

Jeffrey grabbed her chin, clearly pleased as he studied the anger on her cold, beautiful face.

Claire turned her head slightly away.

"As if I'd dare."

He had just threatened and warned her during the day. How could she dare show any displeasure now?

Jeffrey glanced at Claire's small, curled-up figure. She looked like a helpless little animal quietly licking its wounds.

He leaned down, unable to help himself, and moved closer to Claire's face.

Claire was lost in her thoughts, wondering why Jeffrey hadn't summoned her like usual and had lowered himself to come in person instead. A shadow suddenly fell over her.

She turned her head. His striking, almost unreal face was right there, so close she could see every single eyelash.

His skin was flawless, without a pore in sight, and his features were perfectly sculpted. Claire couldn't help but want to complain to God about his unfair share of good looks.

"W-what are you doing?"

His gaze was hazy, a far cry from his usual cold, ruthless stare.

"Why aren't you eating?" Jeffrey asked, his breath brushing against her skin.

She froze.

He came all the way here just to ask her something that trivial?

Was he actually concerned about her?

Claire forced the thought out of her head. Someone as selfish as him wouldn't make an exception for her.

"I know you've been restless. If you don't eat, how are you going to have the strength to run away? Right, Female?"

His coaxing tone made Claire unconsciously nod.

"Hehe. Good girl!"

Jeffrey smiled, satisfied, and casually ruffled her hair.

Claire jerked her head away, biting her lip as she shot back, "Are you worried that if I don't eat, I'll be too bony for you to chew on?"

"Haha, let's go with that. I'll fatten you up first, then eat you in one bite. I like plump, juicy little foxes best."

"You're a monster," Claire muttered under her breath.

"Of course I am. I'm beastfolk, remember? A cold-blooded snake, at that. You'd better behave. Little foxes like you? I can eat one in a single bite."

Claire's mouth twitched.

Jeffrey wasn't lying!

Who knew how many beastfolk he had already eaten? No one would guess that behind such a perfect, beautiful face was someone so cold and ruthless!

Claire couldn't tell if he was saying all that to make her eat or scare her into losing her appetite entirely.

While her thoughts were racing, Jeffrey leaned even closer.

Alarm bells went off in her head. She quickly pushed both hands against his chest. Even through his fur tunic, she could feel how solid it was, the rise and fall of his breathing, the firm lines of his muscles.

"Stop! My stomach!" Claire cried out in a panic.

Her belly was already big. If he pressed down like that, what if something happened to the beastlings?

Besides, Jeffrey had always disliked the beastlings she was carrying. Maybe he was doing this on purpose.

The thought made Claire push harder, using all her strength to stop him from leaning down.

Jeffrey frowned and stopped. He braced his hands on either side of her, trapping her in place.

He glared at that eyesore of a swollen belly, his voice dripping with displeasure. "What a headache! I told you before. I don't like these beastlings. I want you to carry my beastlings!"

Claire caught the faint killing intent in his tone and instantly bristled.

"If you touch them, I swear I'll fight you to the death!"

Jeffrey sneered.

"Really? Fight me to the death? You?"

She was just a Level 1 female, yet she dared to threaten him.

Still, the way she flared up made him want to tease her.

Suddenly, he planted a quick kiss on Claire's cheek, pulling away instantly to lock eyes with her, a provocative smirk on his face.