Karmic Debt of the Fox Spirit

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On my first night in this world, the villain climbed into my bed. “Please have mercy, Master,” he said, bowing his head, long lashes lowered, as he slowly unfastened his belt. Under my astonished gaze, he removed layer after layer of clothing. “Master.” A fox tail curled around my thigh, and even through the thin silk dress I could feel its warmth spreading. A faint fragrance drifted through the air, making the atmosphere ambiguous. But this was the villain! I could not touch him! Touching him meant death! Thinking of all the sorrow I had endured, hot tears filled my eyes. I pushed away the clinging fox tail, dressed him again with my own hands, and said sternly, “Giang Úc, there is no need for this. I will save your sister.”