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"Look at that build. It's gotta be her!"

Hua Yueyu was petite. People often called her cute, but she hated it and felt self-conscious about it. She didn't want to be a potato; she wanted a big chest. Even a third of Xia Hongyao's would do.

The middle-aged woman on the TV wore a butterfly mask, but it barely covered her face. It looked more like a decoration than a disguise.

Bzzt!

A burst of static came from the speaker, followed by Mrs. Oliver's languid, slightly contemptuous voice.

"This is my domain. Intruders will die!"

Everyone tensed, their hearts racing. It was as if a monster's enormous hand had grabbed them and yanked them up to their throats.

"Esteemed Mrs. Oliver."

Takeuchi Kurano laid his right hand across his chest, bowed, and gave a gentlemanly salute. "How can we avoid death?"

"Offer me a pure, eighteen-year-old girl in the bloom of youth!"

Mrs. Oliver smiled and snapped her fingers. A blonde girl beside her immediately lifted a glass of red wine to her lips.

"It would be their honor to serve you!"

Takeuchi Kurano flattered her, but inwardly he wondered whom he ought to offer up if they couldn't win in the end.

He couldn't handle Sannomiya Airi. The girls around Lin Baici were all beautiful and should meet the requirements, but even Krazer didn't want to provoke him, so Kurano had even less chance.

That left choosing one of the white women.

But foreigners were pretty open about relationships. Were any of them still pure?

"I like young bodies, so you'll never earn an exemption!"

Mrs. Oliver looked at Takeuchi Kurano with disgust, as if he were a piece of rotten meat.

"Haha!"

Fish Ball Guy laughed at him, but before the laughter had even faded, Mrs. Oliver's gaze