Chapter 1

What was she holding in her hand? Warm. Firm. Surprisingly springy.

In a cave with a primitive aesthetic, atop a stone bed layered with beast pelts, Cheng Youyou slowly opened her eyes. The moment she looked down and saw what her hand was touching, her jaw nearly hit the floor.

What the hell was going on? Wasn’t she just napping in her own shelter? How did she end up here the moment she opened her eyes?

On a stone bed wide enough to fit five people, a naked man lay with his eyes shut. His thick, raven-black lashes trembled uneasily. Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a body sculpted like a statue—his abs rose and fell with his slightly rapid breathing. His pale skin was tinged with a faint blush. He was so good-looking it was hard to look away.

Cheng Youyou instinctively swallowed. And her hand was resting right on those sculpted abs—not gonna lie, it felt pretty nice. Her fingers twitched involuntarily, and the man let out a low, pained moan.

Cheng Youyou was too lost in her own thoughts to notice. Was she going blind? Was her hand going to rot off? Dear heavens, what kind of situation was this?

“Trash! What did you do to Mufeng?!” A furious roar echoed from the cave entrance.

Startled, Cheng Youyou reflexively clenched the abs she was touching. The man, already flushed pink, turned completely red and began panting uncontrollably. She threw up her hands in surrender. “I didn’t do anything!”

Cheng Youyou had a lifelong habit: the more guilty she felt, the louder she spoke.

The tall figure striding in from the entrance paused for a moment, clearly thrown off by her shrill voice. Then he snapped back to focus and marched toward the bed.

Finally, Cheng Youyou got a good look at the man emerging from the backlight—another dangerously handsome specimen. The first thing she saw were legs longer than her lifespan, straight and powerful. A beast pelt wrapped around his waist, sharply defined abs, and a strong and agile body. His sun-kissed skin was crisscrossed with brown scars, radiating vitality.

Her gaze climbed upward, landing on his face—golden eyes, features chiseled like a sculpture, devastatingly handsome. His bright yellow hair blazed like the sun in the sky.

“Cheng Youyou, you dared to force Mufeng into heat? You think I won’t lay a hand on you?” His pitch-black eyes gleamed with bloodlust, his beautiful face twisted with cruelty, as if he wanted to tear her apart.

Cheng Youyou frowned at the towering man before her. She had no idea how to explain any of this. She genuinely didn’t know.

Mu Yu saw her silence, and, recalling her usual behavior toward them, his gaze grew even more disgusted. He grabbed her wrist with a crushing grip, bones cracking audibly. “If you’re so desperate, why not come to me? I can serve you better than Mufeng.”

The word “serve” was spat out with venom—anyone could tell it wasn’t meant kindly. Then he flung her wrist aside.

Cheng Youyou was slammed onto the stone bed, stars exploding in her vision as pain shot through her entire body. Through the sharp agony, she couldn’t care less about the backstory. “Who are you calling desperate? You bite people without warning!”

“Heh. Cheng Youyou, I’m starting to see you’re not just trash—you’re a coward too. Look at Mufeng. You really going to say this isn’t your doing?”

“What… Mufeng? What’s that got to do with me?”

Mu Yu glanced down at the unconscious Mufeng, then back at Cheng Youyou’s “ugly and disgusting” face, his hatred deepening.

Seeing him lunge toward her, Cheng Youyou knew this man wasn’t here for a chat. If she didn’t fight back, she was toast. Survival instinct kicked in, and she scanned for an opening. Then she lunged—her hand grabbing a very sensitive part of him. She figured her hand was done for today. In just a few minutes, she’d touched a stranger’s abs and grabbed another man’s—

“AAAHHHHH!” A blood-curdling scream echoed through the cave and beyond.

The other beastmen in the tribe heard it and just shook their heads. They were used to it by now. With a venomous female like that, even the strongest beastman was doomed to suffer.

Look at that—Cheng Youyou was abusing her beast husband again.

“Cheng Youyou, you’ve got a death wish!” Mu Yu’s handsome face turned ghostly pale, his black eyes like bottomless pits. Veins bulged on his hand, and murderous intent poured from his body. But then his gaze shifted to Mufeng, still unconscious on the bed. Something flickered in his mind. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his rage.

One day, he would—

Cheng Youyou knew exactly how powerful her move had been. She wasn’t sure if that part of him would ever work again.

Whatever. First things first—run. She scrambled off the bed and bolted out of the cave.

Mu Yu hunched over, watching her flee with shocking speed. The pain hadn’t even registered yet—he’d never seen her move so fast. Usually, Cheng Youyou was the type to sit if she could, lie down if she could. Even the slightest movement left her gasping.

By the time he snapped out of it, she was long gone.

Mu Yu roared in fury: “Cheng Youyou! Don’t let me catch you…”

Cheng Youyou didn’t hear a word. She ran until her lungs burned, only stopping when she was completely spent. Leaning against a thick tree trunk, she gasped for breath, face full of post-trauma disbelief.

Dear heavens, what even was that? Was that guy some kind of hyper-alpha? Just started swinging without asking questions.

And where was she, anyway? Her shelter? Her hard-earned supplies? What was with that guy’s outfit? Beast pelts? Kinky cosplay?

Suddenly, a sharp pain stabbed through her head. A flood of unfamiliar memories surged into her mind. Once she’d seen it all, her thoughts were a stampede of WTF.

She’d transmigrated—woke up in the ancient Beast World continent, in the body of a female with the same name.

On this continent, beastmen had trouble reproducing, and there were way more males than females. So once a female came of age, she had to bond with at least six beast husbands, who would then support her together.