Black Fox Beastman: Wuchen

[This story is set in a fictional world where males greatly outnumber females. Many transmigrated female and male leads will cross paths with the heroine.

The setting of this book is the author's own. There are no crossovers with the heroines of any other beast-world novels; the book titles and content in the story are products of the author's imagination.

The author declares that all content is original.

Thank you, darlings, for your support.]

--The story begins

The bright moon hung high.

Beside a pink lake, an intensely sensual scene was unfolding.

The man's face was flushed, his breathing ragged and his thin lips pressed tightly together. His deep-blue fox eyes were lowered, now clouded, now clear.

A bead of sweat slid slowly down his jaw, rolling over his prominent Adam's apple and tracing a winding trail across his bare torso.

"Female," he said, bending close to her ear, his voice as gentle as water, "my name is Wuchen. I'm your first beast husband."

At the first light of dawn, he stopped, his thumb lingering on her lips.

The little female had completely absorbed the Beast King Crystal. Wonderful. All her injuries have healed, and she survived.

Wuchen rose and pulled on a beast hide. He walked to the lake, wet the white cloth in his hand, and carefully wiped the little female's body. Once she was clean, he wrapped her in a beast hide and swept her into his arms. The next instant, he vanished from the spot.

Inside a cave, Wuchen laid the little female on a clean beast-hide rug and covered her with a soft beast-hide quilt.

His thin lips brushed her forehead, and the corners of his mouth lifted. His female was truly beautiful; the more he looked at her, the more he liked her.

Her lips were pink and tender as peach blossoms, her little nose was pert, and long lashes adorned her jade-like, oval face. Her figure was slender, her delicate collarbones like butterfly wings, and she smelled sweet and fragrant. Wuchen couldn't resist kissing her again.

He had been gravely injured fighting a ferocious beast king in the Eternal Night Blood Forest. While recuperating in a cave, he had been ambushed by a female snake and fallen victim to her aphrodisiac poison mist.

When he appeared by the lake, the aphrodisiac poison he had struggled to suppress broke loose because of this soft and tender little female.

At the thought, Wuchen touched the bright crescent moon over his heart. It was the little female's mate mark.

Once again, he gazed at the little female for a long time as though his acupoints had been sealed. Only when his stomach began to protest did he finally rise, walk to the cave entrance, and leap down the cliff to hunt.

In the forest, a black fox four meters tall at the shoulder and five meters long pounced on a pink Grunting Beast. He bared his sharp fangs and bit at its neck.

His fangs pierced the throat of the tiger-sized Grunting Beast in an instant. It struggled violently in his jaws a few times, then stopped breathing and fell limp.

Wuchen extended beast claws as sharp as blades and deftly stripped the hide from his prey. Lowering his head, he tore into the tender flesh, swallowing it in great mouthfuls.

The metallic sweetness of blood flowed into his mouth, and Wuchen narrowed his amber-blue fox eyes in satisfaction.

After eating the entire Grunting Beast, he licked the blood from the corners of his mouth.

He raised his sleek fox head, twitched his ears, dark blue on the outside and pale within, and raced toward the waterfall on his right.

Beneath the thundering water, Wuchen rinsed himself carefully. It was his habit after every hunt and meal.

He lazily closed his fox eyes, and the scene that had set his blood racing surfaced in his mind again: the softness beneath his palm, the sweet fragrance of her breath.

He felt that meeting this petite female was an immense blessing from the Beast God.

After a while, Wuchen felt he had rinsed himself well enough. He opened his fox eyes and carefully inspected his fur again. Satisfied that it was all clean, he returned to the cave.

In the cave, a deep-blue halo flashed over his body, and he transformed into a tall, slender man with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and breathtakingly beautiful features.

He bent down and lightly touched his lips to her pink ones, rubbing his high-bridged nose against hers, his expression tender. His little female was like the first flower to bloom in the flowering season.

Wuchen lifted the beast hide and lay down behind the little female. He picked up a lock of her long hair and sniffed it gently, only then noticing that her hair was a rare, pure black. Wuchen breathed in deeply, as if entranced.

Then he swept her into his long arms, enveloping the little female as though she were a cub. Satisfied, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The glow of sunset spilled into the cave. Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes, the pale-blue whites filled with bloodthirsty red. Gasping for breath, he clutched his chest and curled up in pain. What is this? Oh no!

He rushed out of the cave.

In a deep pool beneath the cliff, the cluster of blue flame markings between Wuchen's brows suddenly blazed fiercely. The extra power in his beast core crashed wildly through his body.

"Aah!!"

The force of his cry sent the surrounding birds and beasts flying.

Wuchen clutched his head in both hands, veins bulging at his temples, his teeth biting his thin lips until they bled.

By the time the moon's shadow had shifted westward,

the power had finally stabilized. Wuchen walked out of the pool.

He hadn't expected that eating a ferocious beast king would cause the power of his beast core to surge so greatly. He was about to break through to the Ninth Tier.

It was impossible to return to the fox tribe to advance.

His mate was too weak to endure a long journey, so he needed to find a safe place nearby to advance.

Back in the cave, he looked at the little female sleeping peacefully and gently pulled the beast hide up to cover her shoulders.

Wuchen sniffed the little female's slender neck, but he still couldn't detect the scent of her tribe. Females were precious in the beast world and would not leave their tribes alone.

She was so frail and had no mate. Her tribe must have decided she was infertile and abandoned her deep in the forest.

The little female was so soft and fragrant that Wuchen's heart ached in fine, piercing threads. How could those beastmen have had the heart to do it?

A chill flashed through his beautiful eyes. "Once the little female wakes up, I'll tear those beastmen's bones apart for her."

Wuchen pressed his thin lips to the little female's, then prepared to lie down. Suddenly, his brows knitted tightly. "What is this?"

His pupils shrank to tiny dots in an instant. "Killing intent!"