The Tail of the Full Moon

"If you were the supreme master of the Dao of Immortals, revered by countless beings, able to glimpse life and death, and understand the destiny, what kind of woman would you seek as a partner?"
Jiang Feng: "I would marry an eighteen-year-old."
"...do you want to die?"
"I'd rather die to marry an eighteen-year-old."

Could it be that I am the cruel villain?

Not because they lose their virginity—as brothel women, their innocence isn't at stake, and even those who only sell performances and not their bodies can't avoid being taken advantage of by clients, enduring wandering hands.


The main reason for their disdain is... rapists are too ugly.


Most turn to raping because they're not good-looking, or they're dirt-poor and take the risk; moreover, their work is mostly abysmal, akin to Hell.


If they had any skills, wouldn't they rather swagger in for good food and fine drinks, all taken care of?


But when Lu Luo saw this rapist's rosy lips and pearly teeth, with a jade-like face and broad, strong arms, and the exposed muscular lines even carried a touch of beauty, it undoubtedly made her heart flutter with springtime ardor.


Chapter 51: Mom hasn't opened for business tonight yet