Surviving in the Beast World with a System

Wu Yue’s mind felt muddled. Her arm was pressed against the Beastman’s solid chest. She wanted to push him away but couldn’t summon any strength. Instead, her touch felt more like a gentle tease.

The Beastman’s breathing beside her cheek hitched, then grew even hotter.

In a daze, Wu Yue felt the bridge of the Beastman’s nose brush against hers. Their breaths mingled, and she could see the undisguised, all-consuming inferno that burned in his eyes.

"PFFFT!!!"

The amorous atmosphere was shattered by a loud fart. Yuan Lang’s handsome face instantly darkened.

The sound startled Wu Yue from her stupor. Her arms, limp just a moment ago, were suddenly filled with strength, and she shoved the Beastman away, letting Lin Feng soothe the heat radiating from her body.

Yuan Lang bent his left leg, as if to hide something. His muscular arm covered his eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Wu Yue peeked cautiously, only to see a bead of sweat trickle from the Beastman’s cheek, down his resolute jawline and long neck, lingering for a moment before disappearing into his collar.

"GULP!"

The sound wasn’t loud, but they were incredibly close. Captivated by his raw appeal, Wu Yue felt her cheeks rapidly heat up as she realized he must have heard her.

The Beastman’s ragged breathing hitched, followed by a low chuckle that drifted on the night wind.

Wu Yue’s toes curled. ’I’m so embarrassed I could dig a new tribe encampment right here.’

"Little female, are you drooling over me..."

"PFFFT!!!"

’Once is an accident, but to have the mood shattered again...’ Even someone as composed as Yuan Lang couldn’t take it anymore.

His arousal had already cooled somewhat from the first interruption, and his patience was shot.

He snatched a nearby jacket and flicked it open to cover his front, then strode over to the campfire. He grabbed Teng Qian—who was sleeping with his ass in the air, already being given a wide berth by the other Beastman Warriors—and hauled him toward the river.

"Boss, wha’s wrong?"

Teng Qian, the fart-fiend, still sounded groggy, clearly having no idea that his two loud farts had just ruined a perfect moment for his boss.

"Nothing. Suddenly felt like taking a bath. I’m a little scared, so you’re coming with me."

Yuan Lang’s voice was still hoarse, but anyone more awake would have heard the sound of grinding teeth behind his words.

But the still-groggy Teng Qian was definitely not one of them.

"SPLASH!"

A huge splash echoed out, and Teng Qian was instantly wide awake.

"What the hell, Boss! I haven’t even taken my shorts off yet!"

「The next morning」

All the Beastman Warriors noticed their boss’s face was thunderously dark and the atmosphere around him was oppressive.

While eating, the Beastman Warriors gathered in twos and threes to secretly dish on the drama.

"Why does the Boss look so grim? You think he got injured hunting that Fierce Beast a few days ago?"

"Bullshit! You’d get hurt before the Boss does. Besides, he was fine yesterday. He must not have slept well."

"Just from not sleeping well? His face is *that* dark?"

"Heh heh, you guys have no idea. I woke up last night needing to pee, and I saw something shocking."

The Beastman grinned rather sleazily.

The other Beastmen instantly smelled gossip in the air. They scooted closer, clutching their pieces of roasted meat. "What kind of shocking scene?"

Stared at by so many pairs of curious eyes, the Beastman’s vanity was instantly satisfied.

"Heh heh, when I opened my eyes to go take a leak, I saw our boss pinning Lord Wu Yue down... heh heh..."

The Beastmen’s hands tightened on their roasted meat. "That’s intense! Why didn’t you wake us up? Did the Boss and Lord Wuyue roll the Beast Skins?"

The Beastman let out another sleazy laugh. "If they’d rolled the Beast Skins, would the Boss’s face look this grim?"

"Oho! So the Boss got rejected?"

The Beastman Warriors nodded in agreement. Wuyue was so beautiful; it was possible the Boss got rejected... probably...

"Heh heh... not at all. The atmosphere between the Boss and Lord Wuyue was just right. They were about to roll the Beast Skins, and then that punk Teng Qian let out a loud fart!"

"*Hiss...*"

The Beastman Warriors all turned in unison to glance at Teng Qian, who was busy drying his soggy underwear. After offering the poor bastard a two-second moment of silence, they swiveled back, their eyes hungry for more gossip and fixed on the storyteller. "And then?"

"Our boss isn’t one to give up easily. He was getting ready to pounce again, and then that punk Teng Qian let out *another* loud one."

"*Hiss...*"

The Beastman Warriors once again turned to look at Teng Qian, then stole a stealthy glance at their boss.

’No wonder the Boss looks so grim. He got interrupted right as he was about to roll the Beast Skins.’

Putting themselves in their leader’s shoes, the Beastman Warriors’ faces all darkened in unison, and their gazes toward Teng Qian held a distinct trace of killing intent.

’Absolutely unforgivable!’