My Beastly Fertility System Chapter 127: The Morning After

Claire nuzzled her face against his abdomen.

"So cool... so comfortable..."

Her lips grazed his chest. She wanted to press her entire body against him, anything to ease the fire raging inside her.

She was losing it. She couldn’t hold out much longer.

Claire felt herself drifting on an ocean—sinking, surfacing, sinking again—and one by one, the things binding her fell away.

The tiny green snake coiled around her wrist was yanked free.

Davy's annoyed little eyes had barely cracked open before a fur tunic was tossed over him, burying his small body completely and cutting off his line of sight.

Morning came. Sunlight flooded the land. Outside, snow lay thick and white. Inside, all was still.

Two sets of gentle breathing rose and fell in tandem.

Claire rolled over. One hand landed on the bare shoulder beside her. The smooth, warm skin made her fingers move on their own, absently stroking.

Still half-dreaming, a faint smile curved Claire's lips. Her hand tightened, gripping Marcus's shoulder firmly.

Her eyes flew open.

She held her breath and stared at her hand like it had betrayed her.

Marcus lay on his side, facing her, so close that his long lashes nearly brushed the tip of her nose.

What happened?

Claire's brain crashed. Last night hadn't been a dream?

She lifted the fur cover. Underneath, four long legs were tangled together like a pretzel—intertwined, skin to skin, nothing between them.

"Oh no. I actually slept with him."

Claire slapped her own cheeks, trying to shock herself awake.

No luck. This was real.

Her cheeks stung. She hadn't held back.

"Hehe, Master, what's done is done. Might as well take the fertility pill now."

Pome's triumphant cackle shattered any remaining illusions.

"Pome, did you do this? My self-control is not that bad."

"How could I? You blocked me, remember? There was nothing I could do." He snickered. "Besides, your vitals don't lie. The data says you were enjoying yourself!"

"Shut up."

Claire was mortified. She moved to block him again.

She'd only recently figured out this trick—cutting Pome off entirely whenever she wanted.

Like last night. Once she'd blocked him, Pome had no chance of peeping.

"Peeping? Please. All those times with Zane? I was wide awake for every single one. Every position—I saw it all. Not that I have any interest in watching. The pleasures of the system realm are beyond your comprehension."

Claire cut him off fast.

"Stop. Stop right there. If you keep talking, you're going to spill everything, and I'll die of embarrassment. From now on, you give me privacy. Understood?"

"As you wish, Master. But—it's pill time."

The words barely finished echoing in her mind before a pill materialized in her palm.

A fertility pill.

"Do I really have to get pregnant again this soon?"

Claire hesitated.

Pome deployed every ounce of persuasion he had.

"You've got nothing else going on. Besides, you know that heavy, swollen feeling you've been having? Pregnancy will fix that. Trust me."

"Really?"

Claire turned the pill over in her fingers, weighing it.

Winter was only halfway done. The second half would be even harsher—winds that could blow a female off her feet. Staying in Grimstone for the duration made sense.

And if she was going to be stuck here anyway...

She just hoped the third pregnancy's rewards would be better.

Zane and Rufus were both Level 2. If the system gave her something that could push them to Level 3, they'd be able to protect her and the beastlings far more effectively.

Then maybe something like the Jeffrey disaster would never happen again.

With that thought, Claire swallowed the fertility pill. Almost immediately, a strange, aching pressure bloomed in her lower abdomen.

But the sensation was concentrated on only one side. The other side felt nothing.

Before she could wonder about it, Pome piped up.

"Oh, Master—forgot to mention. When you leveled up to Level 2 last night, your body went through a minor... upgrade."

"Huh? What kind of upgrade?"

Now that he mentioned it, Claire remembered feeling something different right after the level-up. Marcus had knocked on her door before she'd had a chance to investigate.

Now, following Pome's cue, she focused on her abdomen. It did feel different.

Pome's voice was practically glowing.

"Congratulations, Master. You've grown a second womb. You now have two."

"What?"

Claire's jaw dropped. Her fingers clenched involuntarily, digging into Marcus's shoulder hard enough to leave red marks.

Marcus's eyelid twitched, but he didn't open his eyes. His ears, however, pricked up silently.

Claire didn't notice. She was still reeling from Pome's bombshell.

"You're telling me I'm like a rabbit now? Two wombs? I can carry two litters at once?"

She was practically screaming inside her own head.