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"Exactly. Look at our little Theresa. She is still shy!"

A girl from the Harem smiled.

All the girls were shaking with laughter.

"There's no need to be shy, Theresa. Now that we've sincerely accepted you as one of us, we certainly won't be jealous of you. Just wash yourself clean and welcome Lord Black Jack's gift!" said Hera, smiling.

She waved her hands, and all the members of the harem crowded close. Countless hands that looked like tender lotus roots tried to lift Theresa up high and send her to Jack Thunder's tent.

Theresa's mind went blank.

She had never seen such a scene before.

Not even one brain cell had ever imagined such a scene in the craziest dream.

She felt that she was like a piece of pork that had been washed clean and thrown onto a chopping board.

It was about to be eaten.

Damn it. She had always been a glutton!

Surrounded by countless girls, Theresa felt that she was surrounded by zombies.