Apocalypse Villainess Transmigrates Into The Beastworld With Debt

Chapter 148: Down to Business [18+]

​Hana couldn’t even answer. Her toes curled into the furs, her vision swimming with bright sparks as her walls convulsed violently around him, triggering a massive, full-body climax that drew a high, shattered scream from her throat.

"Aaaah! Haaa—!" Her eyes rolled back, her fingers digging into Caspian’s forearm.

​Caspian roared, his entire body tensing as her tight walls squeezed him to the point of pain. Unable to hold back against the intensity of her release, he bucked his hips one last time, burying himself deep against her cervix as he unleashed a massive, burning torrent of thick semen deep inside her womb.

​The cabin fell silent once more, save for their heavy, synchronized panting.

Caspian collapsed gently against his side, his forehead resting against the back of her shoulder as he let out a long, thoroughly satisfied sigh, his dark smoke curling lazily around her hair.

​Hana lay there, her chest heaving, her hand still resting over her heavy belly. The desperate morning itch had been thoroughly scratched.

Chime.

> [QUEST COMPLETED: THE BOND’S NURTURE]

> Objective: Individual session with Mate: Caspian.

> ​Reward: +15,000 Karmic Points.

> ​Current Balance: 22,120 Karmic Points.

> System Note: Host’s womb conditions are stable. Fetus development is accelerating smoothly.

​Hana’s dark eyes narrowed slightly as she processed the text. Twenty-two thousand. The sheer amount of her current balance provided a massive satisfaction.

Now even after she bought the power grid, she would still have some points left in case she needed something from the shop. Though, it was still a far cry from what she needed to buy that gun now that it was no longer on promo.

​Caspian slowly pulled his limp cock out of her, the dragging sensation making her tremble. A low, rumbling growl of pure satisfaction vibrated from him against her bare back as he pulled the thick white pelts back up to her shoulders, tucking her in securely.

He didn’t say a word, but the fierce, protective glint in his golden eyes showed his absolute contentment.

​Across the room, Raiden let out a dramatic, long-suffering sigh, his nine pink tails finally settling into a loose, relaxed pile on the floor. "Well, now that the lizard has cleared his throat, I suppose we can finally think about breakfast. I am starving."

​"I will help," Ren offered smoothly. The snow leopard stood up, completely unbothered by his nakedness as he pulled on his leather skirt and stretched his lean, muscled arms.

His sensible heart kept the atmosphere perfectly steady, completely bypassing the post-coital tension that usually brewed between the other mates.

"The mountain rations are heavy, but I brought smoked venison from the lower camp. It will suit her needs."

​Kulu uncrossed his arms, his crimson wings giving a short, sharp rustle as he stepped away from the timber wall. "I will handle the fire pit outside. The wood needs to be cleared of frost if we want a proper boil."

​The cabin quickly turned into a coordinated operational base. Within an hour, the sharp, rich scent of boiling broth, roasted venison, and wild mountain tubers filled the small space.

Hana sat up against the thick furs, her round, heavy belly resting comfortably against her lap as she ate quietly and quickly. Her body needed the fuel; the dragon inside her was like a demanding engine.

​The four men moved around her in a silent, well-ordered rotation. Caspian remained close, his massive frame acting as a natural heater, while Raiden occasionally offered small comments about the route ahead, and Kulu double-checked their gear.

Ren acted as the perfect bridge, ensuring the conversation remained functional and devoid of petty pride.

​Once her bowl was empty and her energy was completely restored to one hundred percent efficiency, Hana slid her legs out of the bed. Her thighs were still slightly stiff, and her lower back ached, but the quick healing factor she earned from the marks was already taking over, causing her relief and she stabilized her posture instantly.

She adjusted her dress well, fastening the harness straps over her breast with calculated precision and then looked at her men who were ready to step out, including Ren.

​"Let’s move," Hana said, her voice dropping back into its flat, standard rhythm. "The bunker is our priority today."

But before diving into the cold mountain air, Hana stayed seated and materialized her tablet from her inventory with a sharp flick of her wrist.

​The screen flared to life, casting a crisp blue glow across her face as she pulled up the live security and management feed for New Eden. She swiped through the metrics, checking the thermal grids, the entrance of their den, and the community logs to see if anyone back home was making trouble.

​Luckily, everything was running like clockwork. The fox laborers were operating with their usual efficient, underhanded cleverness, and the heavy-set boar beastmen were handling the manual construction without a single complaint.

The area was secure. With a satisfied tap, she dismissed the screen and returned the tablet to her inventory. Her home base was safe; now she could focus entirely on the assets locked in this mountain.

​When the group finally stepped out of the warm hut and made their way to where the Aegis bunker was, they didn’t find a deserted path.

Instead, a large portion of the snow leopard tribe had already gathered around the massive, ice-crusted bunker doors.

They stood in a wide semicircle, wrapped in thick grey furs, their icy blue eyes fixed intently on Hana. They wanted to see if this strange, heavily pregnant female who had ruthlessly stolen their finest warrior could actually perform a miracle and open the sacred, unyielding structure.

​But as Hana’s clinical gaze swept over the crowd, she immediately noticed a distinct divide.

​Brenda was standing near the front, surrounded by a tight, sneering circle of the tribe’s females. They had completely isolated Mina, forcing the young girl to stand several paces away in the biting wind.

The petty, venomous whispers carried easily through the crisp air, with Brenda loudly calling her the ’sister of a traitor’ who didn’t deserve to stand with the tribe.

​Mina stood alone, but she didn’t look down. Her chin was held high, her small shoulders squared against the frost. It wasn’t because she didn’t feel the sharp, painful sting of their rejection, but because she had fiercely promised herself that she would defend her brother’s honor, no matter what.

​Hana glanced sideways at the snow leopard walking beside her. "Do you plan to take your sister along when we leave?" she asked, her voice flat and even.