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Chapter 1 — Waking Up to Find My Beast Husband Being Sold

“The next item for auction: Princess Luoluo’s beast husband, Ziye. Starting bid: three beast pelts.”

At the priestess’s command, the severely injured Ziye was dragged up onto a high platform made of giant stacked stones.

The audience exploded instantly.

“What?! The princess is selling another beast husband? Again?!”

Some beasts were shocked. Others were calm.

“She’s already sold eleven. One more doesn’t make a difference. But what is it this time?”

A beast snorted. “Why else? He can’t even give her a single female cub. What’s the use of a beast husband like that?”

More beasts looked worried. “But Ziye is the prince of the Mouse Tribe. If she sells him, won’t that affect the relationship between the two tribes?”

“A male once married off is like water spilled on the ground—his life or death is up to the princess. Besides, what’s so scary about a tiny Mouse Tribe anyway?”

A group of feline females stood firmly on Luoluo’s side. In the beast world, everything was scarce—except males. If one died, they could always marry another!

A male who couldn’t sire female cubs wasn’t considered a complete male. Even if he stayed alive, he was just a burden.

On the platform—

Luoluo, who had just died from overwork and transmigrated from China into this body moments ago, quietly peeked at the cat beastfolk below—then simply closed her eyes and pretended to sunbathe.

She tried desperately to suppress her fear and excitement as a flood of memories rushed into her mind.

As the legitimate first daughter of the Cat Tribe, Luoluo was its sole heir—a noble calico cat adored by her father and mother.

The Cat Tribe was prosperous and strong, far more advanced than the twelve surrounding tribes.

Five years ago, during Luoluo’s coming-of-age ceremony, each of the twelve tribes sent a strong male prince to form a political marriage alliance with her.

The High Priestess had asked, “Princess Luoluo, which one do you choose?”

Luoluo had tilted her round, fat little head, blinking eyes almost entirely buried in rolls of flesh, and had opened her chubby mouth seriously:

“Only a little cub chooses one. I’m an adult female—I want them all!”

Her affection was fleeting and based on impulse. After spending a night with each of her twelve beast husbands, she discovered none of them produced a female cub. From then on, she spent her days inventing ways to torment them.

Eventually, she found torturing beast husbands fun—and addictively so. Things spiraled out of control.

When she got bored of them, she waved her hand and sold eleven off.

Those who were sold instantly fell from noble beast husbands of Princess Luoluo to the lowest-class beast slaves.

Beast slaves were not protected by beast law. Anyone could abuse them. Their future lives would be nothing but miserable survival.

Luoluo didn’t just sell beast husbands—she even sold male cubs in bundles. She truly had no beastly conscience.

Females in the beast world only gave birth; they were not responsible for raising cubs.
Since Luoluo never raised any, she had no feelings for them—not even remembering what they looked like.

Now that the memories had returned, Luoluo grit her teeth and cursed the original owner:

“What a terrible person!”

A clear, electronic voice responded:

[She wasn’t a person to begin with. She was a beastman—a cruel and vicious female.]

Luoluo jolted. “Who—who’s talking inside my head?!”

[Good beasts are rewarded. Evil beasts will be punished!
Congratulations, host, you have bound to the ‘Vicious Female Redemption System.’
Please攻略—win over—your 12 beast husbands and raise their favorability to 100, to rewrite the fate where they all blacken and kill you together.]

Luoluo rubbed her temple. Wait—why did this plot feel familiar?

Wasn’t this exactly the novel “Feral World: Wildly Pampered” she binge-read last night?

And the heroine of the book wasn’t Luoluo. It was the kind, gentle priestess Maya.

“…I’m the vicious supporting character?”

The system chuckled wickedly.
[Indeed. Host, you have only 120 days. Countdown begins now.]

Luoluo frowned, remembering the beast husbands in the book who hated the original owner down to their bones.

“Nope. I refuse. Let me die.”
Her life was already garbage anyway—whatever.

The system coughed.
[…Completion reward: 100 million RMB. Also, daily check-ins give bonus supplies.]

Luoluo immediately brightened.
“Deal!”

Luoluo had twelve beast husbands. Ziye was her first—and the one she liked the most.

Her mind involuntarily conjured his striking, finely sculpted face, and how he looked the first time they met.

With a calculating face framed by gold-rimmed glasses, his genetic fear of cats made him tremble uncontrollably.

Even though he was terrified, he still knelt down respectfully and served her gently, again and again, year after year.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the shouts of the audience.

“Three beast pelts! I’ll take Ziye!” a big-bellied male raised his paw.

“You’re insane. Why want a male who can’t sire female cubs?” another beast asked, baffled.

“I feel like it!”
The male slapped his stomach proudly, his handsome yellow cat ears twitching.

Buying a beast slave for three pelts meant he could work the slave day and night. If disobedient, he could beat him to death. No matter how you calculated it, it was a bargain.

Luoluo glanced over. His beast form was likely an orange tabby.

Indeed—orange cats: if it’s big, it’s fat.

The High Priestess tapped her wooden hammer, glanced toward Luoluo, and prepared to bring the hammer down.

Priestess Maya hurriedly tugged her sleeve.
“Mother, you haven’t asked Princess Luoluo for her decision yet.”

This male belonged to the princess. She had the right to refuse and the priority to buy him back.

The High Priestess shook her head of red velvet fur, her blood-stained face unreadable.

She said lightly, “No need to ask.”

“W-why?”

Maya didn’t understand. Why was her mother so bold today? Wasn’t she afraid the princess would blame her?

The High Priestess took one look at Luoluo, still lying there “sunbathing,” and a faint smile curved her lips.

If everything had gone according to plan, the obese, ugly, cruel Princess Luoluo should already be dead by now.

“I bid four beast pelts.”

Luoluo sat up, stretched lazily, yawned, and padded to the center of the platform like a cat.

“What? Did I hear wrong? Isn’t the princess selling her own beast husband? Why is she bidding instead?”

“What medicine is she selling in her gourd?”

“You don’t understand. Obviously the princess has feelings for Ziye and can’t bear to sell him.”

“Impossible. Look at how badly he’s been beaten. That’s ‘having feelings’?”

“Beating is affection, scolding is love. You’ve never started a family—you don’t understand. Don’t talk nonsense.”

The High Priestess couldn’t hide her shock quickly enough.
“Princess, are… are you sure?”

Luoluo found her reaction strange. Why was the priestess looking at her like she’d seen a ghost?

Then again, she had planned to sell Ziye moments ago and was now bidding on him. It was a bit outrageous.

She cleared her throat and explained,
“Of course I’m sure. I was just joking with Ziye. Ziye, get up. Come home with me.”

She walked over and reached for his hand.

Ziye lifted his eyes. His golden mouse ears stood upright in alertness. A cold smile touched his pale face.
“Luoluo, are you sick? Do you enjoy torturing me that much?”

A little cub on the ground glared at Luoluo with fierce, hateful eyes.
“Bad female! Go away!”

Another cub lunged at her, biting her arm.

“Ah!!”

Luoluo shrieked.

Priestess Maya leapt up furiously.
“Guards! Protect the princess!”

Several Cat Tribe warriors immediately bounded onto the platform, claws out—ready to tear Ziye and the two cubs apart.