My Beastly Fertility System Chapter 146: Another Youngling

Claire smiled warmly. "I’m good! And honestly, I love your beast form, Marcus. Your bloodline deserves to thrive. Someday, I want giant pandas to be all over the Beast World—so other beastfolk stop seeing you like monsters they should be afraid of."

Giant pandas—cute, powerful, fluffy little creatures like that—how could she ever give them up?

More babies!

She absolutely had to have at least 3 or 5 more litters!

Now that she was Level 2, she already had two wombs. Being able to carry multiple younglings at once saved a lot of time, too.

Handing the first panda cub to Marcus, Claire said, "Here, hold him. This is our very first little one! He’s just like you. You must’ve been this adorable when you were born, too."

Marcus cradled the tiny youngling carefully in both hands. He brought his face close and took a deep breath, as if trying to lock the scent in his memory forever.

"This is my youngling..." he whispered.

Claire nodded with a smile.

"That’s why I’m going to give birth to even more little Marcuses in the future. You might end up exhausted from taking care of them."

Marcus got so emotional that tears rolled down his cheeks. He wiped them away with one hand and laughed softly.

"Then I’ll just have to work even harder, Claire. I’m not afraid of being tired. I’ll be a good dad. Once they’re here, leave everything to me. I won’t let you worry about a thing."

Claire noticed the scratches on his arm beneath his torn animal-hide clothes.

"Are your injuries bad? Do you want me to bandage them?"

Even though she was lying down, the movement in her stomach had eased after the first youngling was born. It looked like the next one wouldn’t arrive anytime soon.

Marcus shook his head.

"The bleeding stopped already. I’ll be fine by tomorrow. But what about you, Claire? Are you hurting anywhere? Maybe I should bring in someone from town—an experienced woman to check on you. Or maybe a healer."

He hesitated. The healer in Grimstone was a male beastfolk, and Marcus really didn’t want another man seeing her.

Ever since Claire got pregnant, Marcus had secretly memorized where all the experienced mothers in town lived, just in case something happened during labor.

"There’s no need to make such a fuss. I know what I’m doing. As long as you stay with me, that’s enough."

She definitely couldn’t let other females crowd around and watch her give birth. Someone might notice something strange.

After all, her pain was completely fake.

It was easy enough to fool a young, innocent male like Marcus. But experienced women with sharp eyes? One glance and they’d probably be able to tell the difference between real pain and pretending.

Marcus listened to whatever Claire said. He immediately rolled up his sleeves, ready to help.

Following Claire’s instructions, Marcus heated some water and gathered a few soft animal hides in different sizes, stacking them neatly nearby for later.

Next to their big bed, he layered some dry grass and soft fur onto the small crib he’d built earlier, then gently placed the little panda youngling inside.

The youngling cried loudly from hunger. Marcus stepped out for a moment before returning with a container of warm milk in his hands.

"This is from the cow we bought at the market a while ago. I just milked her. Think the youngling can drink this?"

Claire checked it over and told him to boil the milk in a stone pot first, then let it cool until warm before feeding the youngling.

Marcus took the task seriously. Feeling around carefully with his hands, he slowly guided the milk toward the youngling’s tiny mouth.

The little youngling had an excellent sense of smell. Before the milk even touched his lips, he was already squealing impatiently. The second he tasted it, he buried his whole face in the milk and gulped it down greedily.

Laughing, Claire reminded Marcus to pull the youngling’s little head back out. Then she watched the warm scene of him feeding the baby.

Marcus focused carefully on the sound of the youngling swallowing, terrified the little thing might choke or dunk its face into the milk again and stop breathing. He stayed ready to rescue him at any second.

Meanwhile, the youngling drank like there was no tomorrow, not even a hint of shame. Maybe he figured he was the first in line, with no one else to compete, he just kept going as much as he wanted.

Claire watched them for a moment, but then a heavy, sinking feeling hit her stomach again. She gave a little push, and out popped another tiny meatball.

"40th child. Species: black-and-white giant panda. Male. Level: 3. Reward: 3,500 cubic feet of living space."

Another panda youngling, exactly the same as the first one.

Perfect!

Hearing the newborn’s squeaky cries, Marcus immediately perked up and hurried over to pick him up. The baby’s body was slippery with fluids, and he almost dropped him.

"Use the animal hide to dry him off. Don’t forget to wipe out his mouth and nose too."

Claire reminded him aloud, but suddenly her thoughts drifted back to the birth of her second litter. Had Jeffrey helped deliver her babies like this, too?

That ruthless rogue beastfolk leader, the untouchable Level 3 powerhouse, had dropped to his knees in the dirt without hesitation just to help her through labor.

Thinking back on it now, Jeffrey didn’t seem nearly as terrible as she’d once believed.