Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

The unnecessary personnel withdrew together, leaving Yu Xianqing alone in the room with Zelan, who was bound and unable to move freely.

 

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward for a moment.

 

Yu Xianqing coughed and, under Zelan’s expression that looked ready to kill, said with a straight face:

 

“I can help unlock you, but let me state this beforehand: you cannot hit me. When people are hit, they die. If you dare to hit me, I will dare to be beaten to death by you. When the royal family comes to settle the score, you will face very severe punishment.”

 

Zelan did not answer for a while, kneeling on the ground, his eyes fixed deathly upon him.

 

From their first meeting, he had recognized the fragility of humans—the pale skin all over and the bony body that could be completely destroyed with a gentle snap.

 

But now, he, who should have been in control of the other’s life, could only kneel by the bed. All paths of escape were welded shut, and everything was handed over to this fragile human.

 

Zelan’s jaw tightened, his muscles rippling slowly, yet he was suppressed by the chains and unable to move. He could only attempt to kill this humiliating human with a sharp gaze.

 

Yu Xianqing propped up his weak body; this time, he finally didn’t fall over embarrassingly. Those slender, white hands gently undid the restraint on Zelan’s face.

 

Almost the instant it was undone, the beastman lunged forward ferociously, palms clutching his neck, pinning the weak human beneath him in a flash.

 

The back of Yu Xianqing’s head hit the soft pillow hard. Before he could react, the rich scent of jasmine from Zelan’s body, mixed with a strange, warm fragrance, occupied all the surrounding space in a swarm, even making him feel a bit dizzy.

 

He pushed at the beastman’s shoulders, but they didn’t budge.

 

Zelan’s uniform was no different from his pajamas; the belt and buttons were all undone, hanging loosely on his body, revealing a large expanse of firm, honey-colored chest that rose and fell with his breathing.

 

The other thing was pressed against him, his handsome face slowly approaching, a thin vertical pupil in his eyes. His voice was like the low growl of a wild beast, laced with deep irony and anger.

 

“Do you know the consequences of unlocking the chains?”

 

That unfriendly gaze made Yu Xianqing feel it was better not to know.

 

While speaking, Zelan grabbed his neck and wouldn’t let go. Yu Xianqing spoke slowly:

 

“If you are going to kill me here… no one will take your side.”

 

Zelan did not increase his pressure, admiring Yu Xianqing’s pale complexion. The gloom from being completely bound earlier dissipated slightly as he sneered, “I didn’t plan on killing you either.”

 

“Then, Noble Highness Zelan, would you please let me go? Right now, only your mouth is free. Don’t the other parts need to be unlocked?”

 

He had only removed the bite guard; the rest of the chains were still bound to the body, restricting most of Zelan’s movements.

 

If the things Yu Xianqing had seen on the Star Net romance forums these past few days were true, the chains on Zelan most likely suppressed his strength so as not to harm his partner. These chains were, of course, prepared by the royal family to protect him, a weak and helpless human.

 

Zelan did not let go, staring intently at Yu Xianqing, never dropping the alertness of a wild beast from start to finish. For some unknown reason, he did not try to snatch the key. He snorted coldly: “Stop playing tricks. You humans are all insidious and cunning creatures.”

 

Yu Xianqing felt some pain from being constricted and hissed softly, his eyelashes trembling: “But, if it weren’t for me, you would still be bound and kneeling on the floor. How cold would that be.”

 

Mentioning this, Zelan became even more incensed.

 

“Stop acting. If you hadn’t snitched that day, why would I be in such a pathetic state!”

 

“Cough, cough, cough…”

 

Zelan momentarily lost control and used too much force; Yu Xianqing began to cough.

 

Zelan’s anger froze on his face, and he let go with an unpleasant expression.

 

Useless and delicate human—no wonder they went extinct back then.

 

After a long while, Yu Xianqing managed to steady his breathing. Clutching his chest, he frowned slightly:

 

“I didn’t ask them to do this.” He lowered his head, looking a bit dejected, his eyelashes fluttering like a butterfly with particularly thin wings.

 

“I’m sorry… I didn’t expect them to treat you like this.”

 

Yu Xianqing pursed his lips. The coughing just now had dyed his lips with a touch of crimson, making him look much more vivid than his previous pale state.

 

Zelan’s gaze fell on his lips.

 

…They look delicious.

 

Such a thought popped into Zelan’s mind inexplicably.

 

Just then, the unbearable heat that had been present ever since he was bound suddenly swept through his brain, swallowing all reason.

 

The beastman’s eyes began to glaze over. He instinctively leaned closer to Yu Xianqing, lowering his head to sniff at his neck, his vertical pupils emitting an eerie green light.

 

Fragrant…

 

The urgent calls of the human sounded in his ears.

 

“Zelan… Zelan…?”

 

“Zelan, what’s wrong with you?”

 

“Zelan, wake up!”

 

Zelan only felt irritable.

 

It was very hot.

 

He had lost focus in his eyes, which became hazy. He stared at Yu Xianqing’s lips without saying a word. The corners of his eyes turned red, his cheeks and neck flushed with a dizzying crimson, and his ears stood up on his head, twitching.

 

Something was wrong with Zelan.

 

Yu Xianqing reached out and waved his hand in front of him, only to be grabbed by Zelan. The movement caused the metal chains to emit a heavy sound of friction and clashing, and the chain around his neck suddenly tightened.

 

Zelan let out a muffled groan, his eyes still hazy, but he did not release Yu Xianqing’s wrist.

 

It was like being thrown into a desert, a thirst as if he hadn’t found water for days. Agitated, miserable, and urgent, Zelan lowered his head, his flushed cheeks rubbing against the human’s palm—the only source to draw coolness and alleviate the parching heat.

 

This reaction…

 

It seemed like he had been drugged.

 

Yu Xianqing paused, the blank and dazed expression of the other reflected in his dark pupils. He took the opportunity to stroke that silver hair; the texture was very soft.

 

He also took the chance to knead the other’s leopard ears; the parts he touched trembled.

 

Zelan instinctively made a gurgling warning sound, and his eyes regained clarity. After seeing everything clearly, he suddenly retreated to the foot of the bed as if stimulated.

 

He stared at Yu Xianqing warily, a sentence jumping from between his teeth:

 

“Don’t touch me!”

 

Yu Xianqing lowered his hand and said with certainty: “You’ve been drugged by them. Do you need me to call the doctor in?”

 

Zelan panted, curling himself into a miserable ball, and answered coldly.

 

“No need.”

 

How could he let others see him in this embarrassing state?

 

Besides, going against his own will and entering a mating period for the human he hated most—isn’t that exactly what that group of people wanted to see?

 

“Then how are you going to solve it?”

 

Zelan paused, his deep gaze falling on Yu Xianqing’s open robe.

 

The fair muscles emitted an ambiguous luster under the dim yellow light. Although this human was weak and pathetic, he possessed a rare good look.

 

The heat rushed down toward an unnamed place in a surge, and Zelan’s canines bared slightly.

 

“It is the responsibility of the Prince and Princess to reproduce for the royal family. I permit you not to unlock the shackles, lest a fragile human die accidentally during the process of mating.”

 

Yu Xianqing froze for a moment, scanning Zelan. The other had curled himself up, but his gaze was tightly attached to him, like a wounded beast hunting, ready at any moment to pounce and tear into the chosen prey.

 

Being physically weak did not mean he liked being stared at with such an aggressive gaze.

 

Zelan’s beautiful face and firm physique did indeed fit his taste, but such a gaze did not make Yu Xianqing yield; it only made a never-before-felt desire for conquest rise within him.

 

“Mr. System 005,” he spoke to the system internally, “The task didn’t explicitly state who gives birth to the child, right?”

 

“The believer in this world is named Zelan Hilludos. You only need to produce offspring with him to complete the task.”

 

With a sense of certainty, Yu Xianqing breathed a slight sigh of relief. He stopped thinking about other questions, a smile appearing on his lips as he beckoned to Zelan.

 

“Kitty, come here.”

 

Zelan: “…”

 

The string in his mind snapped for a moment. Panted, his honey-colored muscles trembling slightly with his breath: “You’re the cat! I’m a cheetah!”

 

“Aren’t cheetahs also felines?”

 

Yu Xianqing smiled good-naturedly. Seeing Zelan’s face was flushed yet he was still unwilling to approach, he suddenly reached out and pulled his own pajamas open even further.

 

Now, nothing was covered.

 

Zelan’s gaze shifted slightly, his Adam’s apple rolled, but he remained motionless. His body was flushed red, and due to excessive suppression, his body was trembling slightly.

 

Fortunately, with the existence of the chains, Yu Xianqing gave a gentle tug. Zelan let out an “Ugh,” and the collar around his neck instantly tightened. He grabbed the collar with both hands and was pulled in front of Yu Xianqing.

 

Facing Zelan’s furious stare, Yu Xianqing was very innocent: “You weren’t willing to come over yourself, so I could only invite you. Highness Zelan, you clearly want it, don’t you?”

 

“It’s okay if you don’t talk; certain places are much more honest than the mouth.”

 

Yu Xianqing’s gaze was inclusive and gentle, but the hand clutching the chain didn’t relax in the slightest.

 

Zelan tried his best to steady his breathing, stubbornly locking eyes with those mild ones, refusing to let himself lose face in front of this despicable human.

 

The books were right; humans are all inferior creatures skilled at deception and bewitchment.

 

He absolutely could not be fooled by this human’s appearance.

 

Zelan probably didn’t know that whenever he got nervous, his ears would move all over the place, making one’s eyes dizzy.

 

Those lips were pressed into a line, nearly bitten to the point of bleeding by Zelan. Yu Xianqing glanced at them and suddenly laughed.

 

“Highness Zelan, do you know how to kiss?”

 

“…” Zelan raised his chin, “Of course I do!”

 

“So impressive, unlike me.”

 

Yu Xianqing saw through the other’s lack of confidence at a glance; at this moment, he seemed a bit cute. He tucked a strand of curly hair hanging by Zelan’s ear behind it and spoke in a soft, low voice.

 

“I don’t know how to kiss. Would Your Highness teach me?”

 

Zelan looked up, meeting the human’s pitch-black gaze. The rare dark irises were mixed with fragmented light, like the mysterious universe seen from a starship porthole from afar, containing an ambiguous smile.

 

The heat circulating through his body seemed to become even more arrogant. The drug he had been fed beforehand followed countless pathways within his body, gathering in areas rich with blood vessels.

 

“I…”

 

Zelan paused, still wanting to act proud.

 

Yu Xianqing released his chain, extended his thumb, and gently pressed it against the canine tooth protruding from the corner of his mouth.

 

“!” Zelan’s pupils shrank slightly, and his beastly aggression was instantly triggered, “What are you doing!”

 

“Retract it,” Yu Xianqing said, “It will hurt me.”

 

Canine teeth are one of the symbols of a beastman’s transformation; they can crush the skull of an ordinary beastman. In married life, the mutual rubbing of canines is a means of enhancing intimacy.

 

But this human in front of him did not show his canines.

 

…Right, they were only forced to be bound together. He didn’t want to enhance any marital relationship with this human.

 

The moment Zelan retracted his canines, Yu Xianqing rubbed his head and said with great satisfaction, “Good boy.”

 

Just as he was about to blow up, the other party closed his eyes and gently kissed him.

 

Yu Xianqing had no experience in kissing. In the past twenty-some years, his suitors could have lined up from Paris to Tokyo, but he had never been able to summon an interest in dating.

 

At this moment, the warm scent of jasmine surrounded him, but it wasn’t so cloyingly sweet as to be annoying. He strangely discovered that Zelan’s taste was sweet.

 

After the initial daze, Zelan reacted and refused to be outdone, seizing the dominant role.

 

Yu Xianqing’s body was still in the recovery phase and he had little strength, so he simply let him kiss.

 

the beastman’s barbed tongue could bring a strange stimulation. Zelan kissed his lips, then dropped kisses on his face. His fingers landed on Yu Xianqing’s shoulders, ambiguously pushing them open; the silk slid down from the smooth skin.

 

Yu Xianqing suddenly grabbed his hand that was moving downward. After a few movements, Zelan’s hands were locked behind his back.

 

“You!”

 

“Highness, as you said, I am too weak.”

 

Yu Xianqing leaned against the headboard. At such a juncture, he actually had the spare energy to consider other things.

 

“Let’s discuss this—how about this child, let the physically strong and healthy Highness Zelan give birth to it himself?”

 

Zelan looked at him in disbelief, sparks of anger flying in his eyes: “You dare!”

 

Yu Xianqing smiled at him with a straight face, and the two were momentarily at a stalemate.

 

Eventually, Zelan couldn’t help but lean down to kiss him longingly, but Yu Xianqing turned his head, dodging the kiss.

 

His unchanging, gentle smile made Zelan’s wicked fire flare up, making him wish he could bite this despicable human to death.

 

…But after Yu Xianqing’s repeated vague rejections, he finally compromised under the influence of the drug.

 

Yu Xianqing held Zelan’s waist, leaning against the headboard, his brows slightly furrowed. That face, elegant as a lily, was infected by lust.

 

Compared to him, Zelan looked much more disheveled. As soon as Yu Xianqing bit his ear, Zelan started shaking so much he nearly fell off.

 

Zelan was so angry he bit his face, but he didn’t dare bite hard. Yu Xianqing laughed and pulled him into an embrace, unsparing in his praise, “Husband, you’re so good.”

 

Zelan’s eyes widened slightly: “…You…”

 

The inverted form of address brought immense stimulation. At that moment, Zelan’s mind went blank; he couldn’t speak, his mouth only able to emit whimpers. The corners of his eyes turned a flush red, as if he were drunk.

 

Looking at Zelan’s dazed face, he smiled and raised his hand to gently wipe away the physiological tears from the corners of the other’s eyes.

 

The two didn’t sleep until the early hours of the morning.

 

When Yu Xianqing got up the next day, nothing was wrong, except his thighs were a bit numb from being pressed down.

 

Zelan was tall and fit; that weight was truly not light.

 

He propped up his body and found a large lump bulging under the covers next to him. Some unknown creature was curled up inside, with only messy silver hair showing, and his leopard ears were drooping.

 

…Indeed, he had put in the most effort last night, and Yu Xianqing had also kept harassing his leopard ears. Zelan nearly broke down toward the end, almost crying from exhaustion.

 

Although it was the first time and rather unrefined, the feeling wasn’t bad, so much so that Yu Xianqing’s resistance toward the forced marriage had faded quite a bit.

 

How does that saying go? No matter how arrogant and cold a man is, “that place” is soft.

 

Yu Xianqing stepped out of bed quietly from the other side. Just as he was about to get dressed, he suddenly heard the large lump under the covers mumble: “Big brother…”

 

The movement of buttoning his clothes paused. Yu Xianqing turned to look at Zelan and softly called out: “Highness?”

 

Zelan didn’t respond; he was probably just talking in his sleep.

 

Yu Xianqing thoughtfully lay down into the medical pod. Before going in, he heard Zelan grit his teeth and say again.

 

“Won’t marry… don’t want to marry… lowly… lowly human…”