Evangeline pulled Danton back to the cave. She frowned, looking at the unsatisfactory location.
She glanced at Danton, then with a wave of her hand, the entire cave was transformed. A soft bed appeared on the ground. 'Since the organization agreed I could use my powers freely, they couldn't blame me for going all out and giving the backward Beastman Continent an upgrade.'
Danton's pupils contracted as he stared at the instantly transformed cave. Before he could even process it, he was pushed onto the bed.
The soft bed even bounced a little. It felt even softer than Merweave Silk.
Evangeline ripped off her Beast Skin Skirt. The original owner hadn't bathed in days, and the smell was awful.
With a look of disdain, she formed a hand seal, and her entire body was instantly clean as new. Though it wasn't as comfortable as a real bath, the unpleasant smell was gone. She turned to look at Danton. As one of the Tideborn, he was naturally clean, so there was nothing to find fault with in his case.
"Alright, let's get down to business."
Evangeline sat on top of Danton, her fair fingers sliding along his delicate collarbone. His skin was cool and smooth to the touch.
She tore off his Beast Skin Skirt and touched him with practiced ease. Her actions were skillful, expertly stoking the flames of his desire. Danton felt a tingling numbness where she caressed him, as if he were being set on fire. His body instantly grew scorching hot.
Her soft, red lips covered his thin ones, and Danton's hands clenched into fists involuntarily.
His body uncontrollably craved more, but this feeling of being completely at her mercy threw him back to the day of their Contract.
Contract, consummation... he had thought it was the beginning of a happy life, but instead, he had been cast into The Abyss in a single day. Danton's eyes shot open. He shoved Evangeline away and sat up, gasping for breath. His body trembled, all physical desire gone, replaced only by terror.
Danton stared at Evangeline with pure hatred, his voice seeming to squeeze through his gritted teeth. "You're disgusting."
After saying this, he limped away, fleeing the cave as if his life depended on it.
Evangeline remained on the bed, not trying to stop him. 'Making a baby really is hard when it's one-sided.'
Of course, Danton's unwillingness was a trivial matter. She worked for The Lineage Optimization Department, and her sense of shame was naturally weaker than an ordinary person's. As long as she could complete her mission, she wouldn't mind forcing the issue.
However, in her haste to complete the mission, she had forgotten something very important.
'I've been so focused on my retirement plan that my professional skills have gotten rusty.'
The core of The Lineage Optimization Department's missions lay in the word "heirless."
Although they were a department specializing in procreation, they didn't have any overpowered items like Fertility Pills or Girl Birth Pills. If they did, The Lineage Optimization Department would have no reason to exist. If the problem could be easily solved with a couple of Elixir Pills, what would be the need for employees?
The so-called "heirlessness" was actually a manifestation of the male lead's physical and mental trauma. After all, anyone who could become a male lead wouldn't be lacking in "capital"; they were all very potent in that department. Problems only arose when they were stimulated in some way—be it psychological trauma, physical ailments, or mental issues. The main task of employees like her was to solve these problems!
To put it bluntly, titles like "Psychological Opening Master," "Spirit Taming Master," and "Male Reproductive Medicine Expert" were all referring to them.
She had worked her tail off to earn those certifications back in the day.
As the saying goes, "with enough effort, you can grind an iron pestle into a needle." Oh, no, that's not it. It's, "with enough effort, any hardship can be overcome."
Once the root of the male lead's problems was resolved, having a child would naturally fall into place.
In other words, if the core issue wasn't resolved, it would be difficult to accomplish the main goal.
To put it more crudely, if the male lead's problem wasn't dealt with, you could bang him ten thousand times and still not get pregnant.
After the Mermaid Tail Skirt incident, Danton had become a walking corpse, hating the original owner to his very bones.
Speaking of which, she had to consider her current situation.
The Oasis Tribe had been brutally slaughtered and annexed by the Grymdale Tribe. The wound on the back of her head was from when the Oasis Tribe was wiped out. Judging from Danton's story, the original owner's other Beast Husbands hadn't fared much better.
In the eyes of her Beast Husbands, the original owner was The Virago. But in the eyes of the tribe and her leader father, there was no female more beautiful or lovely than their little maiden. Therefore, the Oasis Tribe was equally detestable in the eyes of the Beast Husbands.
In order to kill The Virago, the Beast Husbands had collaborated with other tribes and directly slaughtered every last beastman of the Oasis Tribe.
It wasn't that the Beast Husbands didn't want to do the deed themselves, but they were bound by the Beast God Contract and could not actively harm the original owner. However, using a borrowed knife to kill was a loophole in the Beast God Contract. Once the female died, the contract would be dissolved.
However, when the contract was dissolved, all the male beastmen bound by it would suffer a backlash. In severe cases, they could even die.
For her to die, the Beast Husbands were willing to risk their own lives, which just showed how deeply they hated her.
Evangeline thought about what the original owner had done to her Beast Husbands and clicked her tongue. 'Truly The Virago.'
According to 007's feedback, almost every employee from The Transmigration Bureau who entered this world didn't survive more than three days. They would either inexplicably fall into a river and drown, be kidnapped by wandering beastmen and tortured to death, or be mauled to death by Wild Beasts.
'Whatever, there's no rush to complete the mission.'
Evangeline lay down on the bed as drowsiness washed over her again. She let out a delicate yawn, pulled the covers over herself, and went to sleep.
This body had suffered a severe external injury and needed to recuperate. She would put everything else aside for now and rest first.
*
Evangeline slept until the sky had brightened into day.
The cave was filled with light. Evangeline stood up and stretched, reaching a hand to touch the wound on the back of her head. The effect of the Healing Holy Medicine was, of course, instantaneous. Not only had the bleeding stopped, but the wound itself had already healed.
In high spirits, Evangeline left the cave, ready to take a look outside.
She scanned her surroundings but didn't see Danton, nor was she in a hurry to find him. She glanced down at her filthy Beast Skin Skirt, then looked up at a waterfall cascading down in the distance. With a light tap of her toes, she flew towards it.
Water is the source of life for all animals, so there were usually many creatures, large and small, near a water source.
Evangeline stood by the waterfall, watching with great interest as a dung beetle half as tall as a person pushed a giant ball of dung backward, rolling over some head-sized ants that couldn't scurry away in time.
Everything on the Beastman Continent was exaggerated in size and possessed immense destructive power.
Of course, the ecological environment here was impeccable, to the point that not even the World of Immortals could compare.
Evangeline placed a barrier around the area before gently stretching her supple waist, shedding her Beast Skin Skirt, and slipping into the pool.
The original owner was a famously beautiful female. Her skin was fair and smooth as cream. In this coarse, primitive era, it wasn't easy to cultivate such delicate skin. In the water's reflection, Evangeline finally got a clear look at this vessel of hers.
She saw a face as stunning as a siren's, with skin as white as snow. A small, crimson mole sat between her eyebrows, adding a touch of holiness to her features.
Her eyes were long and narrow, holding both a lively spirit and a serene depth, with occasional flashes of languor and cunning. She truly resembled a silver fox from a snowy mountain. Her nose was exquisite, and her rose-colored lips held a natural, gentle curve. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Evangeline raised a hand and patted this beautiful, innocent face that looked like someone's first love, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips.
'Who would have thought that someone so beautiful could be such a pervert?'
'Using a face made for causing trouble, she went around provoking disaster everywhere, ultimately leading to countless tragedies and inciting endless hatred.'
Evangeline shook her head, washing her heavy chest.
The Fox Clan was the Fox Clan, after all. Not only were they gorgeous, but their figures were also jaw-dropping.
The slightest movement sent astonishing ripples across the water from her full breasts. Yet her waistline was slender and elegant—truly a case of a large chest, a narrow waist, perky hips, and long legs. To put it crudely, she was the vixenish, child-bearing type that all men supposedly loved.
However, the original owner had no interest in sleeping with men. She had chosen the males she fancied for one reason or another.
Take Danton, for example. His tail was beautiful, so on the day of their Contract, she had plucked out all his tail scales. Most of the other males hadn't met a good end either. The Contract was equivalent to a wedding, but before the nuptial night was even over, the bride had already "ruthlessly destroyed the flower."
Afterward, faced with males who were now blind, deaf, disabled, or disfigured, the original owner lost all "sexual" interest.
Evangeline shook her head. As her hand touched her lower back, her eyes narrowed. She looked over her shoulder and saw, scattered messily across her slender, snow-white waist, a series of Contract Marks.
A Contract Mark was a pattern that formed on a female's body after she formed a Contract with a male, functioning as the equivalent of a marriage certificate.
There were a total of seven Contract Marks on her body, representing the number of males who had been tormented by the original owner.
Evangeline lowered her gaze to an azure Fintan on her side. Its scales shimmered with an otherworldly light, as if it were alive.
She reached out and touched it. Thinking of Danton's limping legs, she sighed. 'How pitiful.'
She found it hard to imagine the sight of Danton swimming freely in the sea before the incident. To have such a beautiful tail so cruelly destroyed was no different from having one's flesh scraped from their bones.