mortal_man

Elisa a newly graduated young girl from school. Lived most her life in the boarding school but when she finally came home with gusto.  She found out that her parents had went on  vacation and she was forced to take care of herself and her baby bro who hasn't even losen his milk teeth.
just as it is. 

she she was out to but milk. she was hit by a truck because of reading a novel and not paying attention to the traffic lights.

but who might have thought that she would transmigrate into the noevl she last read before dying?

but....the noevl she transmigrated into was a BL novel.

and some how—

"agh stop this narrating and first tell me why do I have COCK!!  "


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 THE COVER IS NOT MINE. IF THE OWNER WANT ME TO TAKE IT DOWN THEN I'LL DO IT.

Transmigrated into a guidverse: I don't want to be a guide!

A man—a drunken, disgusting, shameless excuse for a human being—had just grabbed my ass.

"You perverted bastard!!!"

I roared loud enough to shake the street and swung my shopping bags with all my might.

The container I was holding flew open.

And my live crab—my carefully gifted, future delicious dinner—launched itself straight onto the pervert's face.

Its sharp pincers clamped down on his nose.

He fell backward onto the ground, wailing like a dying animal.

For a second, I just stood there, staring at the scene before me.

A grown man was rolling on the pavement, clutching his nose, screaming bloody murder.

And on his face, my fearsome crab was hanging on for dear life, its claws locked in a death grip.

I respected that crab.

That crab was supposed to be my dinner.

I had no penny left and this crab does not look soo cheap at all.....I should atleast bring some meat to the original owners parents.[he was just very hungry]

I should show some filial piety.....or....shiuld i

My heart warred between justice and hunger.

I hurried toward the groaning, thrashing mess of a man, stepping over his flailing arms with a dramatic sigh.

I kicked him straight in the eggs.

While he was busy writhing in pain, I crouched down and grabbed my righteous little warrior—AKA, the Crab of Justice.....or daddy?

"Should I just cut his nose off?" I mumbled to myself.

Immediately, the pervert sputtered in terror.

"N-No! Please! M-Miss, don't do this!"

I was far too attractive to argue. I thought narcissisticaly.

"Then shut up, you bastard," I snapped, putting more force into my pull.

This stubborn crab was really holding on.

I couldn't blame it. If I had been stuffed into a container all day only to be thrown at a disgusting, greasy old man, I'd be mad too.

But the pervert was still screaming.

Because if he kept screaming, someone might come check the situation.

And at this time of night…

In a dark, empty street…

The only people who came out at this hour were even bigger bastards.

I scanned my surroundings for something useful.

My eyes landed on a glass .bottle lying a few feet away.

I walked over and picked it up, weighing it in my hand.

I turned back to the pervert and smiled sweetly.

"Goodnight, sir."

Then I swung the bottle straight at his skull.

But with his drunken, tipsy body, he stood zero chance.

The bottle crashed against his head.

And with a soft thud, he collapsed.

I sighed in deep satisfaction and dusted off my hands.

I had read enough novels to know that a single bottle to the head wouldn't kill someone—just make them take a nice, long nap.

I gave him a small nudge with my foot.

Now, to retrieve my precious crab.

I pried it off his nose with a final, mighty tug.

Then, with great respect, I gently placed it back into the container.

I figured I should clean up the crime scene.

With maximum effort, I dragged the pervert's unconscious body toward a pile of discarded alcohol bottles nearby.

Then, with great dramatics, I dumped him there.

Now, when he woke up, he'd just think he drank too much and blacked out.

I wiped my imaginary sweat and hummed a happy tune as I finally continued on my way home.

chapter 5: great crab daddy