At thirty-eight, I transmigrated to the beast world and became a sacred vessel seen only once in ten thousand years.
The young wolf chieftain warms my bed with his body every night;
The snake prince uses his most precious shed skin to make me clothes;
The fox sage kneels at my feet just to paint my nails red.
When I become pregnant with octuplets, they go even crazier:
One learns to make salt, one starts farming, and one sets out to build a city…
Lying on the soft couch they made for me, I rub my wolf husband’s ears.
“Stop working. Come here.”
He immediately turns into a loyal puppy, burying his head in the crook of my neck.
I run my hand over his firm abs and smile at my other beast husbands.
“Line up and take turns… Whoever performs best tonight gets to sleep on my left.”
