Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter Three: A Bish in Camel Hump Valley

As the realization dawned on me, it hit me like a bomb going off—Parker. Oh my, oh my, oh my! I'm in the beastmen world, and this is Parker from the novel.

My brain scrambled to process the surreal situation, piecing everything together. This isn't just a story. It's real. He's real. Flesh and blood. Seeing him in person—his massive form, his golden eyes—it was overwhelming. I couldn't believe it.

And let me tell you, Parker is adorably handsome, and his body? A work of art. He gave off that playful golden retriever vibe—cute, energetic, a little immature, but still... damn fine. I couldn't ignore it. But knowing his personality from the novel? Ain't nobody got time for Parker's antics.

My heart pounded, and I could barely keep it together. A part of me felt giddy, knowing I had met Parker, but another part screamed in frustration, especially after I introduced myself.

I blinked up at Parker, trying to keep my cool. I managed to stammer, "I-I'm Imara."

Parker looked at me and complimented, "What a pretty name." His blush only added to my bewilderment.

Hold up, wait a minute! Why is he blushing at me? I didn't get chased by no damn wolves, like the FML, so what's going on here?

Where the hell is Bai Qingqing? I better not be getting swapped in for her! This ain't me, it ain't moi, it ain't she! I'm not cut out for this!

Completely forgetting that, of course, I was drop-dead gorgeous.

Parker's POV

The female stood before me, clutching her side, clearly injured. Her expression was a mix of fear, and shock. Her skin, the color of warm earth after a fresh rain, glowed softly under the sunlight. No beastman I knew had ever seen someone with such a skin tone.

Her dark hair framed her face in loose curls, and her figure... it was beyond appealing. Broad hips, soft curves, and a fullness that most males desired. She was mesmerizing.

I studied her closely, trying to figure out what she could be. Her deep brown eyes, though tired, carried a sharpness that spoke of strength. And those curves—thick thighs, wide hips—were exactly the kind of shape that drove beastmen wild.

She was beautiful, without a doubt. But there were things that concerned me.

The scratches on her face were recently fresh, and I couldn't smell any mates around her. That was strange. Females didn't travel alone. They were too valuable, and it was dangerous for them to go unprotected.

And this female? She was the second one I had found wandering through this forest recently. Just a few days ago, I came across Bai Qingqing—another strange female with no scent of mates.

I tilted my head, sniffing the air cautiously. Could she be an ape like Bai Qingqing? No ape female I'd ever seen looked like her. None of this made sense.

Then again... what if she was a mermaid? That would explain things. We heard during a salt trade that the merfolk were searching for their missing female. Maybe she was one of them.

Could the mermen from the Northlands have found her and fought over her, leading to some altercation? It was possible.

I tilted my head again, still trying to make sense of her. If not an ape or a mermaid... maybe a fox? She had that delicate, sheltered well-cared-for look, the kind of female raised in safety, far from danger. But her clothes were strange—just like Bai Qingqing's—so she had to be an ape.

Even with the scratches on her skin, they didn't diminish her beauty. They added to it, like scars on a treasure that had survived the impossible. But how had she ended up here?