To be honest, Qiu Tu did not consider himself a man greedy for power or lustful for women.
Over the years, although women had never stopped appearing around him, it had all been for the "great cause" in this world.
No matter the world, culture, or race, relationships between living beings had always varied in closeness.
The closest were parents, siblings, wives, and children; then in-laws; then classmates and colleagues; then fellow townsmen and compatriots. Since ancient times, every great figure seeking to rise or expand their authority had relied on these "own people."
Among them, wives and in-laws were naturally among the closest connections.
Qiu Tu had arrived in this world with no one to rely on. If he wanted to establish himself here, what else could he do? He could only use the seven inches below his waist to whip out a future for himself.
So, having so many women around him was truly not his fault. He had been forced into it.
So many people envied him and were jealous of him, but no one knew how he had lived all these years!
—The above was Qiu Tu's personal statement.
After recalling how he had walked on thin ice and worked diligently over the years, Qiu Tu could not help looking at Ilena before him.
It had to be said that Ilena was an exceptionally beautiful woman, distinctive and lethally attractive to men.
Perhaps because she enjoyed drinking, her face always carried an intoxicating flush. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, making her peach-blossom eyes seem slenderer and making the corners of her already upturned eyes especially alluring.
Coupled with the full-moon curves before her chest and the patches of snowy skin exposed beneath her half-open collar, she radiated incomparable charm without even trying.
So, after staring deeply