[Mind-storage zone]

[The female lead is upbeat and chaotic; the plot exists purely for feel-good sweetness and indulgence]

[Book title: After Becoming the Villainous Female, Her Beast Husbands Begged Her Not to Divorce Them.]

A bedroom washed in ambiguous, intimate light.

"Get off."

That low, icy voice jolted Rosalind Everhart awake.

She opened her eyes in a daze, only to realize she was sprawled on top of a man.

The man was naked. His muscles were sharply defined, his waist lean and tight, and his face—cold, striking, absurdly handsome.

For a second, she just froze, staring.

But then she noticed his wrists and ankles were locked in iron chains. Across his honey-colored skin ran a mess of overlapping whip marks, some still split open and bleeding.

And in her own hand, she was holding a bloodstained whip.

"Get the hell off me!"

The disgust and hatred in the man's eyes were impossible to miss. "Rosalind Everhart, you make me sick."

Rosalind tossed the whip away and pressed both hands to her forehead. "Wait, no, this has to be some kind of misunderstanding. Seriously, a huge one."

What the heck was going on?!

Why was she sitting on top of a ridiculously gorgeous man and whipping him like some psycho?!

The loathing in his eyes only deepened. The muscles in his arms tightened hard, almost savage-looking, and the chains on his wrists rattled with a harsh clatter.

"Even if you torture me with this kind of crap, I still won't let you get what you want."

Rosalind gave two dry coughs. "Calm down, okay? Just calm down. Let me figure out what's happening first. You seem to be... right now..."

The man glared at her like fire could burst straight out of his eyes. His expression looked like he wanted to kill her on the spot. But his body was reacting in a completely different way.

"Get out!!"

"How dare you—how dare you humiliate me like this! In two more months, even if it kills me, I’m breaking this engagement with you!!"

That low, hoarse roar, heavy with rage, startled Rosalind Everhart so hard her heart skipped.

"Okay. Fine. I’m leaving right now."

She didn’t even have time to sort out what the hell was going on. She hopped off the bed and headed straight for the door.

But just as she reached it, she caught the look in the man’s eyes—and the fury and hatred there had only gotten worse.

This vicious female had actually used drugs to force him into heat, then pressured him into mating with her like this.

And on top of that, she had planned to keep him chained here and make him suffer through the torment of heat all alone.

"Ahem... okay... I’ll unlock you."

Rosalind found a key on the cabinet beside the bed and fumbled with it, finally opening the cuffs on the man’s wrists and ankles.

Only then did she really see him clearly.

His arms were powerfully built, muscles tight and hard, every line packed with raw, dangerous strength. His legs were long and solid too, the kind that looked explosive even at rest.

That body was easily on par with any international male model. And those scars across his skin didn’t ruin the view at all—if anything, they gave him a wild, untamed kind of beauty, stubborn and fierce.

But the second he was free, the man sprang off the bed at once. His tall frame loomed over Rosalind, dropping her into his shadow in an instant.

That was when she fully realized the gap in strength between them. Her hands moved instinctively toward her waist.

Nothing.

No weapon.

Her pupils shrank.

Where was her weapon?

Just as Rosalind was bracing herself to defend with her bare hands, the man shot her a dark, icy glare. Then he turned and bolted out of the bedroom like he was escaping something filthy, slamming the door behind him with a loud bang.

Rosalind: "..."

The room fell silent.

Rosalind Everhart slowly loosened her clenched fist and looked around, confused.

The room was neat and cozy, almost homey. Outside the window was probably the yard of this house. No green plants, sure, but it was open and spacious—nothing like the underground bunker she used to call home.

Where the hell was this?

At the same time—

A voice suddenly rang out inside Rosalind’s head.

"Welcome to the Interstellar World of Magical Beasts. Customer service unit Little Seven is at your service."

"Your current female ability rank is Level Three. You have six matched beast mates. Wishing you a happy and harmonious life with your husbands in this world."

Rosalind: "???"

Interstellar World of Magical Beasts?

She’d transmigrated.

"Little Seven is now uploading your identity data. Please wait."

Bit by bit, memories that did not belong to her started flooding into Rosalind’s mind.

This body was also named Rosalind Everhart.

She lived in the Interstellar World of Magical Beasts and was a weak, rookie female with only Level Three abilities.

Because she had just come of age, the Empire had matched her through genetic pairing and assigned her six beast husbands.

The man on the bed just now was one of them. His name was Gale Swiftmoor.

Since her rank was low, the beast mates assigned to her were also only around Levels Three and Four.

She had been seriously unhappy about that, so after the marriage, she abused and humiliated all six of them. Not letting them eat or sleep was basically routine, and she was constantly cursing them out, beating them, and treating them like trash.

Gale Swiftmoor was the only beastman among them whose ability level was above Level Four. He was a wolf beastman with terrifying combat strength.

Becoming mates with him would help raise her ability level.

But her beast husbands only wanted to grit their teeth, survive the three-month trial marriage period, file for divorce, and refuse to mate with her.

So the original Rosalind had drugged Gale Swiftmoor into heat, tied him to the bed, and was about to force him.

Rosalind: "..."

【At present, your beast husbands’ disgust toward you has reached one hundred percent. After the three-month mating trial ends, they will break your limbs, tear your body apart, dig out your organs, and dump your corpse in the wilderness.】

Rosalind: "..."

【You currently have two months and three days left to live. Whether you can turn the tables and rewrite your fate depends entirely on your own efforts.】

Rosalind: "..."

She was so speechless she wanted to start cursing.

She had finally managed, before the apocalypse hit, to hoard enough supplies to last a lifetime.

She had been all set to hide out in her bunker-like shelter and coast through the rest of her days, only to get yanked into this trash-fire of a place and become some vicious cannon-fodder villainess with a death flag hanging over her head.

"Little Seven? Are you a system?"

"What do I need to do to get out of here?"

"Do I have some kind of cheat ability? What about my storage space?"

"..."

She called out for quite a while, but got nothing back. The voice of Little Seven she had heard earlier felt almost like a hallucination.

In the end, Rosalind gave up and walked over to the mirror to look over the body she currently had.

The height and face were shockingly the same as her own, but the muscles in her arms and legs were slack and weak, and there was even extra fat around her waist and upper arms.

Rosalind seriously could not deal with a body like this.

She focused her mind and tried to enter her stockpile space.

Two warning beeps rang out.

【Your current ability level is too low. You cannot access the space.】

Rosalind Everhart: "..."

Good news: her space had come with her.

Bad news: her ability rank was too low, so she couldn’t get in.

There was enough food, clothes, medicine, tools, and weapons inside to last a lifetime, and right now every single bit of it was locked away, totally unusable.

She called out in her mind, "Xiao Qi, get your ass out here!"

After a burst of electronic static, a slightly startled voice answered,

"...Customer service Xiao Qi at your service."

This host could actually force customer service out?

Rosalind asked, "How do I open my storage space?"

She didn’t care what kind of world she’d landed in. As long as she could unlock that space, she could stay alive.

Xiao Qi replied, "You need to raise your ability to level four before part of the reserve space can be unlocked."

Rosalind said, "Then how do I level up to four fast?"

Xiao Qi answered, "The most efficient method is to mate with a beastman above level four."

Rosalind Everhart: "..."

"What else?"

Xiao Qi said, "You can also kill interstellar demonic beasts above level four, obtain their beast cores, and absorb the power inside them to level up."

Hunt demonic beasts?

Now that sounded way more legit.

Once Rosalind accepted reality, she started seriously figuring out the survival rules of this demonic beast world.