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I Took the Lives of All the Men in the Village
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I huddled at the foot of the bed, trembling and crying for mercy.
Wang Wancai yanked my clothes off and pinned me down. "I paid good money for you, so you better serve me well and give me a son."
I let out a cold laugh, dropping the pretense. I opened my mouth wide, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth. "Do you remember those poor women you abducted?"
I am Kui Niu, having cultivated in a small pond in the countryside for over ten thousand years. It was the countless wandering souls of abducted women that allowed me to be born. I have an innate hatred for the trafficking and abuse of women.
However, my secluded little mountain village turned out to be a den of filth. A few men in the village teamed up to buy women for their own pleasure and to satisfy their beastly desires. They returned late at night from outside, reeking of alcohol and lust, taking turns entering the same woman's room, howling throughout the night.
Their noise disturbed my peace, so I transformed into the appearance of a stunning woman and went into the village.
"Hey, whose girl is this? She's quite pretty."
"She looks unfamiliar; she must not be from our village."
"Little girl, where did you come from? Where are you going?"
"Want to come home with your big brother? My home is nice; there's food and drink, and your big brother will take care of you."
Three men surrounded me, their faces filled with lewd intentions. The stench made me dizzy, and I ignored them. They thought I was timid; without saying a word, they tied me up, covered my mouth, and dragged me into a remote, dilapidated room.
They huddled together, whispering.
"This woman looks pretty good, but her chest is a bit small, and her backside isn't big either; she won't be good for breeding."
"Yeah, I guess she won't fetch a high price."
"How about we give her to Wang Wancai? He has high standards, and he's the only one in our village willing to spend money."
"Alright, I'll go ask him right now."
One man left, while the other two leered at me greedily.
They touched me several times, their desires evident in their eyes.
"Damn it, I really want to taste her."
"Don't! What if Wang Wancai gets angry and decides not to buy her?"
"Then... just a little touch should be fine."
As they continued to grope me, their breathing became rapid.
They were about to take off their pants but ultimately stopped.
"Forget it, let's sell her; money is tight."
Before leaving, they squeezed my chest hard.
"Really soft; it's such a pity."
"Stop thinking about it. Once we get the money, we can buy ourselves a wife too."
I felt sick to my stomach and wanted to kill them, but remembering they were going to hand me over to Wang Wancai made me hold back.
I followed them to Wang Wancai's house.
Wang Wancai was dark and ugly, with yellow teeth and a foul odor emanating from him.
His suspicious gaze scrutinized me from head to toe.
"You’re selling me such a beautiful woman? You’re not trying to trick me, are you?"
The seller patted his chest and assured him, "Absolutely clean, no diseases; you don't need to worry."
"How much?"
"Five thousand."
Wang Wancai huffed in dissatisfaction, "So expensive?"
"They just don't like her small chest and small butt. Otherwise, they wouldn't be willing to sell her to you. Wang Wancai, you’re not short on money; you wouldn’t hesitate to spend this little, would you?"
Wang Wancai picked his nose and said, "Fine, I'll take it. You all wait for me; I’ll check the goods."
The Seller winked, "Sure, take your time. Let us know how it feels afterward."
Wang Wancai replied confidently, "No problem, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
After they left, Wang Wancai looked at me with a gleam in his eyes.
"Woman, give me a son, and I won't treat you poorly."
I prepared to take action against this disgusting man.
Suddenly, I sensed the presence of a young girl in the room.
Fearing she might be scared, I refrained from acting rashly.
I cast a spell that plunged Wang Wancai into a fantasy.
He clung to a pillar, rubbing against it while making joyful sounds.
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