I Transmigrated Into a Farming Sim, Turns Out It Was a 18+ Game - Chapter 3: I Combined Dirt and Sadness. It Worked.

... ren, as the system now insisted—woke up to the sound of chickens.

But not just normal clucking.

No.

These bastards were moaning.

"Why do the chickens sound like they're in an R-rated massage parlor?" he muttered, sitting up and rubbing his face.

"Because they are 'Enhanced Breeding Hens,'" Lira said, appearing beside the bed like a sleep paralysis demon with a built-in GPS. "High fertility, low shame."

"I'm going to burn this entire barn down."