My Beastly Fertility System Chapter 145: The Youngling Is Here

Luckily, this labor went a lot faster than before. Claire had barely settled onto the bed when the first youngling slipped out.

"39th child. Species: black-and-white giant panda. Male. Level: 3. Reward: 3,500 cubic feet of living space."

Claire gently scooped the tiny creature into her hands. Nearby, she grabbed the soft animal hide she’d prepared and carefully wiped the little panda’s nose, mouth, and body clean.

The newborn was incredibly small—no bigger than the palm of her hand. His pink, fragile skin was completely bare, not a single strand of fur yet. The moment he was born, he let out a sharp, piercing cry, squeaking nonstop.

"So cute! So tiny!"

Claire watched the little one struggle to pull himself up, scrambling around beside her like he was looking for something.

She quickly soothed him.

"Easy there, baby. Just hang on a minute."

She couldn’t nurse all the little ones at once—not yet. Since she still hadn’t figured out how to shift forms, she had to focus on the babies still inside her first. She’d handle the rest after they were all born.

The tiny youngling’s loud, high-pitched cries cut sharply through the air. Outside, Marcus had been chasing down the gorillas when he suddenly froze. He whipped around, and pure joy flashed across his face, making the giant panda look almost human for a moment.

"The youngling is here?"

Without a second thought, he turned and bolted toward the room, completely forgetting he was still in the middle of a fight. All that mattered now was Claire and their newborn.

The gorillas that had been running just moments before saw their chance. They exchanged quick glances and without a word, lunged toward the giant panda’s unprotected back.

One gorilla jumped up, locking both arms around the panda’s thick neck, squeezing tight enough to bring him to a sudden halt.

Two more gorillas charged in from either side, their massive chests rippling with raw power. If they managed to trap him between them, there was no doubt he’d end up crushed flat like a pancake.

Three others grabbed massive rocks from beside the wall, hoisting them high before hurling them straight at him.

Marcus froze for a moment. Fighting through the tight grip squeezing his throat, he suddenly lunged at the gorilla on his left.

The rocks all missed their mark, crashing into the ground with enough force to blow out deep craters. Dirt and blood splattered across the gorillas’ faces.

As for Marcus, the joy he’d felt over the youngling’s birth vanished instantly, replaced by a burning rage. With unstoppable power, he slammed headfirst into the gorilla on the left.

Boom!

The gorilla didn’t have a chance to react. Its huge body flew through the air and slammed into the wall, punching a massive hole right through it.

Another gorilla charged in from the right, faster this time. Seeing what happened to its companion made it hesitate for a moment—fear flashing in its eyes—but it was too late to stop. All it could do was watch helplessly as it barreled straight toward the furious panda.

Marcus stood up on his hind legs, and the gorilla hanging onto his back instantly went dead weight. With only its arms still wrapped around Marcus’s neck, the grip loosened.

Without missing a beat, Marcus slammed his huge paws down onto the charging gorilla’s skull. The impact was brutal—brains splattered everywhere.

Now, only the gorilla on his back was left. Terror filled its eyes as Marcus slowly turned his head to face it.

"D-Don’t kill me! I was only following orders! Mr. Holland..."

Crash!

Before he could finish, Marcus grabbed him and slammed him into the ground. Then he jumped on top of him, stomping over and over until he was a mangled mess!

Finally, the yard fell completely silent.

Only Marcus’s heavy breathing broke the quiet.

The whole place was a wreck. The fresh white snow was stained dark red with blood. Mud, blood, and melting snow mixed into a thick, grimy sludge underfoot.

Then, snowflakes started falling again, soft and quiet, slowly covering the chaos like a gentle blanket.

Marcus shifted back into human form. He wiped the blood from his wounds with a piece of animal hide, fixed his messy curls as best he could, and finally stepped inside the room.

It was warm and cozy. Claire lay on the bed, a tiny baby wriggling beside her, making soft little squeaks.

"Claire, I’m here! Don’t be scared!"

Marcus hurried over to her side. His hands trembled as he reached out, and the moment his fingers brushed the sweat on her forehead, his eyes flashed red.

His heart clenched. He took her hand gently and wiped the sweat from her brow.

"Claire...I don’t want you going through this again. It’s gotta hurt."

Her hair clung to her face, soaked with sweat. He couldn’t tell if the dampness on her cheeks was from sweat or tears.

Claire smiled quietly. Thanks to the painless birth pill and the system, she hadn’t felt a thing. The hardest part was just pushing.

The sweat? That was from earlier, fighting off those beastmen—she just hadn’t had a chance to clean up.

Compared to most females in the Beast World, she was lucky—giving birth without pain was a gift.

If she were an ordinary woman in the Beast World, nobody could force her to have this many babies, even at gunpoint.

But with the system on her side, it almost felt like cheating.

So why not have more babies while she could?