Her Inner Thoughts Got Heard by All Her Beastmen

Trapped within the fragile body of a timid rabbit beast girl, Ye An’an was bound by a strange soul curse that locked her modern human consciousness in this frail, vulnerable flesh. She had no control over her fragile beast form, no way to break free from the primitive rules of the beast world, and was forced to endure a life of powerlessness and submission from the moment she awakened. Her delicate rabbit ears, fluffy white tail, and soft, harmless features made her look docile and easy to bully, rendering her a trivial, overlooked existence among the mighty beast clans. In her most desperate and helpless moment, she had mistakenly clung to a coarse, ugly boar beastman, thinking he would offer her shelter and protection in the brutal wildlands. She endured his rude manners, his rough temper, and his plain, repulsive appearance for months, forcing herself to be obedient and docile just to survive. Yet the greedy, shallow boar creep never cherished her tenderness. He simply used her as a disposable companion, leeching off her mild healing powers before cruelly dumping her without a second thought, deeming her weak and useless to his clan’s interests. Left abandoned and heartbroken in the cold, misty forest after the merciless breakup, Ye An’an fled deep into the silent woods to escape her humiliating past. Shivering in the chilly night breeze, she hid behind thick tangled vines, wallowing in frustration and regret. Outwardly, she looked like a trembling, teary rabbit girl, timid and pitiful to the core. But no one knew that her modern soul harbored bold, unrestrained wild thoughts that completely contradicted her innocent appearance. It was then that a towering gray wolf beastman stepped silently out of the shadowed trees. He was the complete opposite of the hideous boar she had endured—tall, muscular, with sharp chiseled features, cold silver eyes, and a perfectly toned physique hidden beneath his thick gray fur. His powerful aura swept over the clearing, fierce and regal, exuding the dominance of a top-tier beast warrior. As he stood alert, scanning the woods for potential threats, his tight muscles flexed subtly under his skin, catching Ye An’an’s gaze instantly. Before she could hold back her wandering thoughts, her inner voice blared loudly in her mind, unfiltered and brazen: “Those abs… I wanna touch them. What position should I use to pounce on him tonight?” She thought no one could hear her secret fantasies, believing her wildest thoughts were safely hidden behind her timid exterior. What she never expected was that the gray wolf beastman possessed a rare spiritual sense—he had caught every single word of her outrageous inner monologue loud and clear. The cold, stoic wolf froze mid-step, his silver eyes narrowing slightly as he turned to fix his gaze on the flustered, seemingly harmless little rabbit girl hiding in the bushes.