Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 101: Episode : A Mission to get RiChapter

It was a den Kaelen had built for a solitary wolf. Then a Dragon moved in. Then a Snake. Then four children.

Now, with Torian, who was physically larger than all of them, standing on the dirt path, the cabin looked like a toy house.

Besides the big chest were six; how are they going to keep all of them?

Torian was in his tiger form when he walked to them.

He then shifted, with a blank expression on his face. He looked at the cabin. He looked at the leaning woodshed.

"This..." Torian gestured vaguely with a hand. "This is your nest?"

"It is our home," Kaelen growled, stepping up beside him, his hackles rising defensively. "I built it with my own claws."

"It is not suitable for living," Torian corrected, looking horrified. "Where do we sleep? In a pile? Like common rodents?"

"You can choose to sleep out," Zarek defended, though he even had to duck his head to enter the porch.

Roxy sighed. She looked at the cabin. Torian was arrogant, but he was right. There was no way they were going to fit.

The nursery was already cramped. The kitchen barely held two people. With four husbands, three babies, a toddler, and a hibernating snake... they were going to suffocate.

"We need more space," Roxy admitted quietly.

"I can dig a basement," Kaelen offered.

"I can burn the trees to clear land," Zarek suggested.

"I can buy you a real palace," Torian sneered. "We do not need to live in this squalor."

Roxy shook her head. She didn’t want to leave the Iron-Wood. This was their territory. This was where they were safe. But they couldn’t live like this.

Just when she was thinking of what to do, the system popped up again.

[SYSTEM OFFER: DOMAIN EXPANSION]

[Description: Your current den is insufficient for a High-Tier Poly-Mating Unit. The crowding is negatively impacting the Mental Health stats of your Mates and won’t be suitable for the mating season. It is time to establish a bigger Territory.]

[Item:] The Iron-Wood Manor

Location: Central Hub (Equidistant to the Wolf Territory, Dragon Peaks, Serpent Caves, and the Beast Market Routes).

Structure: 3 Floors + A BasementReinforced Stone & Iron-Wood Walls (Tiger/Dragon Proof).

Geothermal Heating (Syris Approved).

Grand Master Nesting Suite (Soundproofed for Privacy).

Separate Nurseries & Training Grounds for Cubs.

Special Feature: Fully Furnished with Earth Comforts (Soft Mattresses, Indoor toilets, Large a large bath pond that cleans every morning).

Defensive Wards: Level 10 (Impenetrable by lower beasts).

[Cost:] 50,000,000 Life Points.

[Do you wish to purchase and deploy?]

[YES] / [NO]

"System," Roxy whispered. "Show me my balance."

[Current Balance: 2,450,000 LP]

What the fuck?

Two million? That’s it? Where did all my points go?

[System Admin: You bought the High-Tier Nursery Upgrade for the twins. You bought the expensive imported formula before you started breastfeeding. You bought Zarek that silk robe he ruined. You bought Kaelen a shovel. Kids are expensive, honey. You’re broke.]

Roxy groaned. She was forty-eight million points short. At this rate, they would be living in this cabin until the triplets walked like Drax.

How do I make money? Fast. Like, right now. Before the Tiger murders the Wolf for his loud trouble.

A loading screen popped for a while before it changed.

[Searching for High-Yield Opportunities...]

[Ping!]

[Mission Detected: The Serpent’s Thaw]

[Target: Syris (The Basilisk).]

[Location: The Sun Room (East Wing of the Cabin).]

[Status: Deep Brumation. Stress Levels: Critical.]

[Context: While the rest of the pack went to the Citadel, the Basilisk remained behind to guard the home base. However, he is suffering from severe biological retention (Blue Balls, medically speaking).

[Objective: Relieve the pressure. Restore his hibernation period.]

[Reward: 5,000,000 LP]

Five million. It wasn’t fifty, but it was a start. And it would stop Syris from exploding.

"I’m going to check on Syris," Roxy announced loudly, pushing off the doorframe.

"The Snake?" Torian sniffed, inspecting a chipped mug he found on the table. "I assumed he had perished from the cold. He has been silent."

"He’s hibernating, you uncultured rug," Roxy snapped. "Zarek, Kaelen, figure out sleeping arrangements. Do not kill each other."

She didn’t wait for a response. She ducked under Torian’s arm and headed for the heavy wooden door at the back of the cabin.

***

The Sun Room was dark.

Usually, this room was the warmest place in the house, designed with glass walls to catch the sunlight. But it was night now, and winter had settled deep into the Iron-Wood. The glass was frosted over with intricate patterns of ice.

It was not freezing, but it was chilly and okay for the snake.

"Syris?" Roxy whispered, calling out to him.

There was no answer.

She moved toward the large tree and looked around. Coiled along the branches was a massive, coiled shape. If Roxy hadn’t looked well, she would have thought it was the trees that coiled together.

Syris was in his semi-shifted form. His human torso rose from a massive coil of emerald scales that shimmered dully in the moonlight. He was wrapped around himself like a Gordian knot, his head tucked under his arm to conserve heat.

He looked abandoned.

Guilt pricked at Roxy’s chest. She had been off playing politics and seducing Kings at the Golden Citadel, while Syris had stayed here, alone in the dark, guarding an empty house.

"Hey," she murmured, standing closer to the trees. She reached out and touched his shoulder. His skin was smooth, hard, and a bit warm.

"Syris. Wake up."

At the touch of her warm hand, A low, rattling hiss escaped him. His head snapped up. His eyes were milky, covered by his third eyelid, unfocused and blind.

"Roxy?" he rasped, his voice sounding unused and broken.

Before Roxy could blink, Syris lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and dragging her into the center of his nest. His tail whipped around her legs, binding her to him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling frantically.

"Roxy..." he moaned, his nose freezing against her skin. "So warm."

"It’s me, Sy," Roxy soothed, running her hands up and down his back, trying to generate friction. "I’m back. We’re all back."

"Roxy..." Syris breathed her name like a prayer. The milky film cleared from his eyes, revealing the neon green vertical pupils beneath. They were blown wide with need.

He squeezed her tighter, molding his body to hers. He was acting like a starving man who had just been handed a feast. He nuzzled her jaw, his forked tongue flicking out to taste her pulse.

"I had to protect our home," he whispered, his voice trembling. "But without Roxy, I could barely breathe."

A soft smile tugged at Roxy’s lips.

He was like a big baby.

"I know," Roxy whispered, kissing his temple. "I’m sorry. We had to go get the Tiger. But I’m here now."

Syris hummed, the vibration rattling through his chest and into hers. He started to relax, soaking up her body heat like a battery charging.

But as he pressed closer, trying to get as much skin contact as possible, Roxy felt it.

Something hard.

Very hard.

It pressed against her lower belly, rigid.

The System wasn’t kidding about the "retention." Syris might have been asleep, but his body had been building up pressure for days, fueled by the stress of isolation and the instinct to breed before the freeze.

Syris felt it too. He froze.

He pulled his head back, looking down at where their bodies were pressed together. His pupils constricted.

"I..." Syris stammered, his pale cheeks flushing a faint pink. "Apologies."

He tried to uncoil. He tried to push himself away, to retreat back into the cold corner of the nest.

"I am... indecent," Syris hissed, shame coating his voice.

"Syris, stop," Roxy said, grabbing his wrist as he tried to pull away.

"No," Syris refused to look at her. "Go back to the others. They are better suited for... comfort."

He curled in on himself.

"I am just a cold thing," he muttered bitterly. "I am useful for strategy. For venom. But not for this. Do not force yourself to endure me just because I am pathetic."

Where did this whining come from? What happened to the cunning snake that touched her in her sleep???

But Roxy’s heart broke a little. She was a softie for soft men

He thought she was disgusted. "Endure you?" Roxy repeated softly.

She moved. She crawled deeper into the nest, straddling his tail, pinning him down with her own weight.

Syris gasped, his hands hovering over her hips, afraid to touch her.

"Syris, look at me," Roxy commanded.

Slowly, reluctantly, the Basilisk met her gaze.

"I didn’t come in here because I only wanted to see you," Roxy lied (partially). "I came in here because I missed you. I missed my cold, smart, slippery snake."

She ran her hands down his chest, feeling the frantic thumping of his heart.

"And you are not ’enduring’ anything," Roxy whispered. "You are hard, Syris. You are in pain. And I am your mate."

"It is just lust," Syris argued weakly, though his hips bucked up involuntarily when she settled her weight on him. "My body just wants you."

"Does it?" Roxy asked. She leaned forward, brushing her lips against his. "Because I also want you..."

Syris let out a shuddering breath. "I always want you. Even during the stormy nights, I dream of you."

"Then let me fix it," Roxy murmured. "Let me help you. Not because I have to. But because I want to see you unravel."

She moved her hand between their bodies, cupping the heavy bulge that was hidden inside his tail.

Syris hissed, his head falling back against the furs, his fangs extending fully. His tail tightened around her thigh, possessing her.

"Roxy..." he groaned, a sound of pure, tortured longing. "I... I don’t want to just use you."

"You’re not using me," Roxy promised, rubbing against his bulge so he could open up. "We’re using each other."

He finally let go, and his two cocks sprang out of his cloaca, heavy and thick and leaking clear fluid.

Holy smolly, the goddess was right, he had two massive weapons of destruction!

She gulped, saying a silent prayer not to fall into the fetishes that consumed her mind.

Roxy wrapped her hand around him. He was burning hot and throbbing.

Syris looked down at her, his eyes glowing in the dark, filled with a mixture of desperate need and overwhelming gratitude.

"Can you let me help you, Sy?" Roxy asked, squeezing gently.

A/N: Welcome back to the plot.