Ligada a um Sistema de Reforma, a Vilã Nata é Forçada a Criar Filhotes

Qu Zhanyi opened her eyes to find a man straddling her body.

He was frantically pulling her pants down to her ankles. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was twisted with lust. "Damn it, if I hadn't been quick, a little bitch like you would have almost gotten away."

The rasping, grating voice echoed in her buzzing ears, leaving Qu Zhanyi momentarily stunned.

"Who is this?"
"Where is this?"
"Wasn't I killed by that pack of hypocritical, sanctimonious priests?!"

The cold wind of early winter cut through her skin like a blade. She shivered, and her consciousness began to return. As she saw the man’s sticky, bloated palm reaching toward her delicate chest, a surge of rage flared in her eyes. She clenched her fist and, with speed and precision, struck the man hard in the temple.

Without giving him a moment to react, she followed up with a punch straight to his groin.

The man let out a pig-like shriek of agony. "Ahhh! You damn bitch, see if I don't kill you for this!"

"There are plenty of people who want me dead; who do you think you are?" Qu Zhanyi replied coldly, kicking him onto the ground without a hint of mercy.

She stood up, pulled up her pants, and said fiercely, "You dare try to play the master with me? You must be a thousand-year-old turtle tired of living."

The man clutched his crotch, curled into a ball like a shrimp. Even after being beaten, he remained defiant. "What's wrong with letting me have a feel? Aren&#