My Beastly Fertility System Chapter 98: What's Your Name?

"Let the one wearing that green fur tunic stay."

Under the jealous stares of the other three, the woman in the green fur tunic stepped forward and stood in front of Jeffrey.

He pointed at Claire and ordered, "From now on, you're responsible for taking care of her. If anything happens to her, you won't be spared!"

The woman in the green fur tunic nodded nervously.

Jeffrey was extremely satisfied. Without caring about anyone else watching, he wrapped an arm around Claire's waist and threatened, "Remember this well. If you dare to run, I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life!"

Claire didn't take his threat to heart. If I actually listened to you and stuck by your side, that's what I'd regret for the rest of my life!

As if I'd ever believe you!

Still, she didn't show any of it. Instead, she said obediently, "I'm tired."

Jeffrey generously allowed her to go rest, though it was under the watch of the woman in the green fur tunic.

Under her lead, Claire found a slightly drier small cave and tidied it up a bit.

The cave walls were covered in transparent slime. After scraping it all off and exposing the soil underneath, the cave no longer smelled.

Only then could Claire breathe comfortably. She sat on a soft pile of grass and looked at the female beastfolk standing in front of her.

"What's your name?"

The woman in the green fur tunic didn't answer. Instead, she lifted her chin and looked straight at Claire, speaking with a hint of arrogance, "You're not a cold-blooded beastfolk, yet you still hang around with him! Don't you feel ashamed for bringing disgrace to warm-blooded beastfolk? Hogging someone else's cave is the most disgraceful thing!"

Claire looked at her with interest. "Oh? That's what you think?"

She had clearly misunderstood, thinking Claire and Jeffrey were the same kind of people.

But that wasn't Claire's choice. If she could, she would have fought Jeffrey directly. Worst case, she'd lose and die.

The woman in the green fur tunic let out a cold snort.

"You have no idea how much I envy your background! You have no self-respect! I seriously despise you!"

Claire found it amusing watching her get angry. She didn't explain anything and simply asked again, "You're pretty cute! What's your name? I can't just keep calling you ‘hey,' can I?"

The woman in the green fur tunic threw out two words and ran off.

"Eira Moore."

Claire rolled the name over in her mind, watching the clearly annoyed Eira leave.

"She's got personality."

A moment later, Claire was sitting in the cave, thinking about how to escape, when Eira came back carrying a large bucket of hot water.

Her strength wasn't great. She struggled to carry it and poured the hot water into a large wooden tub. Only when steam began rising thickly did she stop.

Claire asked, "Who told you to do this?"

Was it Jeffrey?

Is Eira helping him clean me up so he can have his way with me?

With that thought in mind, Claire felt a bit resistant.

Eira tested the water temperature with her hand, pursed her lips, and said reluctantly, "You're pregnant, and your fur tunic is completely soaked. A hot bath will make you feel better."

As if she had suddenly thought of something, she added awkwardly, "I didn't do this willingly. I just don't want you complaining to Jeffrey! Hmph!"

Claire saw right through the girl's tough act and soft heart. Putting on a little airs of her own, she said, "Mm. Good. I'll tell him you're doing your job well."

"Whatever, like I care..."

That was what Eira said, but she felt relieved inside.

Seeing that she was still standing by the tub, Claire urged, "I can wash myself. You should go out first!"

Eira hesitated for a moment, then left.

It wasn't that Claire hated the idea of someone helping her bathe. It was just...

The thing around her waist was better kept hidden.

After Eira left, Claire looked outside the cave to make sure no one was around. Then she used a piece of fur as a curtain to block the entrance and gently took off her soaked fur tunic.

The moment she saw what was tightly wrapped around her waist, she almost screamed. She quickly covered her mouth.

Coiled around her fair and full waist was a small green snake. It was only as thick as a pinky finger and less than two feet long, fast asleep with its eyes tightly shut.

For some reason, a sense of familiarity flashed through Claire's mind.

She carefully unwound the little snake. Even though it had been coiled around her for a long time without falling off, once she touched it, it came off easily.

That was pretty amazing.

What was even more amazing was that it was still asleep.

Its eyes were closed, its mouth slightly open. No matter how she moved it, it didn't react at all.

If it weren't for the steady rise and fall at its chest and the warmth of its body, Claire would have thought it was dead!

Claire held the snake up and examined it closely.

She noticed small, unusual bumps on its head and belly. They were barely noticeable unless one looked closely.

A thought began to form in her mind.

"Is this Davy?"

Claire called out softly several times, but the little green snake didn't respond at all.

"Did the lightning hit him too hard and knock him dumb? He even shrank this small. He looks so pitiful."

She couldn't figure it out, so she simply wrapped the snake around her wrist, coiling it a few times. Its green scales looked moist and smooth. At a glance, it looked like an emerald bracelet.

Claire enjoyed a comfortable bath in the wooden tub. She noticed her belly was moving slightly. When she placed her hand on it, the movement became even more obvious.