Chapter 2: Filthy Bastard

[Warning R-18: This chapter includes scenes not suitable for young audiences. Reader discretion is advised.]

Crack!

The sharp sound of bone snapping echoed as the wriggling, two-foot-long glowing red centipede, stilled in her transformed hands.

"It's not much, but it should be enough for us not to pass out until I find your 'good' father and get you a proper meal," Wenshi coaxed her grumbling stomach. Apparently, the baby inside was sulking for eating a bug.

The cub was strangely sensitive and intelligent. It hasn't been born but it already knows what it wants and doesn't. Wenshi thought it was quite a hurdle. But even if he comes out as a big cat, his mother is a bird.

He can't be choosy inside her! 

"You don't have a choice so stop being picky! Or else, would you prefer Mama to lose consciousness due to hunger? Stop thinking it's from bug, when it all comes down to it, it's still an energy we need to survive," she firmly added as she drained every last drop of energy from the creature. 

Once it was completely drained, she retracted her talons and casually tossed the lifeless husk aside, where it joined a growing pile of withered bugs—once thriving, now reduced to a small mound of decay. As live off consuming the fire vein directly it made them better than regular critters. After devouring about fifty or so, Wenshi was able to regain a third of her peak strength.

"Staying here will only waste us time. Let's find your father and give him an earful." Wenshi smiled while thinking of reuniting with her husband and giving him a little flick on the tail.

She dusted off her hands and stood up ready to leave the place she spent over two years nestling her baby.

Following a path decorated with glowing pearls to light up her way and walked out of the underground nest. Before long, her gaze fell on the familiar entrance to their lair. She could sense her husband's scent. That means he was here all along.

Wenshi's face twitched and her expression became a fiery mess.

"So, you were at home, but you didn't even check on me and your unborn son?!"

She stomped her feet and strutted toward their lair ready to chastise the irresponsible feline.

However, as she walked toward it, a strange, unfamiliar scent hit her—a pungent, sharp odor that mixed with something that was unmistakably familiar assaulted her nose.

Something that belonged to Nuru and... a stranger?!

Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of a woman's voice, lewd and desperate, pierced the air.

"Darling, ah! Fuck me harder!"

"Yes, yes! Ah!"

The obscene moans and cries of another woman mingled with the wet, slapping sounds, filled the space with a suffocating heat.

Wenshi's step halted. Her body froze in place as if a cold bucket of water poured on her.

"What the..." Her pulse quickened as a cold dread gripped her heart. 

What the heck did she just hear? Did she perhaps turned deaf after not coming out to the surface for a long time?

"Baby, please tell Mama—am I hallucinating and hearing nasty voices, or is my stomach just playing tricks on me after not having a proper meal for so long?" Though she said that lightly, she could already feel a knot twisting in her stomach.

But before she could say another word, the same voice reverberated once more.

"Ah, ah! Nuru, my darling, you're so deep. Ahh! Fuck! I'm... ahng! I'm coming!" The woman's breath came in shallow, panicked gasps as if it was being chase by raging rhinos in a clearing.

Swiftly, the color of Wenshi's face turned from blue, pale, to red. It only halted when it turned a shade darker as if she was about to commit murder.

"Nuru? My Darling?!" Wenshi heaved deeply once, twice, and many times over as she repeated the woman's words with trembling lips. Her teeth chattered violently as her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

"That's a slutty woman's voice... calling my husband like a breeding sow. Nuru..." Somehow, his name felt disgusting in her mouth.

Wenshi's body swayed with a mixture of disbelief and fury. She didn't even recall dragging her feet forward. Because at that moment, her mind was already reeling and preoccupied with questions and perhaps killing intent as she found herself approaching the source of the noise.

The lair she once thought of as a sanctuary had been desecrated and was now a place of unbearable betrayal.

And then she saw it.

A strange woman with wavy red hair, arching her back in ecstasy. She was riding atop the man like a learned cowgirl. A tan muscular figure with a familiar huge scar on his broad chest.

Wenshi inhaled deeply.

The woman's face flushed with pleasure as she pounded on his bulging shaft, coming in and out as he pressed on her small waist to meet his thrust. 

He had this twisted, lecherous expression and hungry gaze while staring possessively at the woman. Wenshi could barely recognize it to be her husband's.

The image was a gut-wrenching shock to Wenshi. Her eyes locked onto her husband, who seemed oblivious to her presence, consumed by his own carnal indulgence. The woman's hands gripped Nuru's chest as she moved with shameless abandon.

Wenshi's stomach churned. In that brief moment that felt like an eternity of torture, her heart sank like a stone tossed in the ocean.

"Nu—Nuru...?" Her voice trembled with disbelief and pain. The sight before her was too much to bear and the words barely escaped her lips, "You filthy bastard…!"