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Yahua froze as her jaw was seized.

Her pet had bitten someone.

Should it be neutered?

Or perhaps disciplined with a rod?

Misbehaving pets get beaten; obedient ones get treats.

Such were the guidelines in The Hachimi Pet Care Manual.

“Not speaking? Then I’ll do the talking, Miss Yahua. That little mouth of yours is adorable—I can feel your tongue squirming against my fingers. You wouldn’t want me to pull it out and rub it raw, would you… Hss—!”

Before Lin Yi could finish, Yahua’s upper and lower jaws clamped down on his finger. Even with just slight pressure, it felt like his finger might snap.

This woman had the strength of an ox.

“According to The Hachimi Training Manual, disobedient pups need to be mounted and pinned down to establish their owner’s dominance.”

Yahua’s gaze was deadly serious as she bit down on Lin Yi’s finger, wrapped an arm around his waist, and effortlessly lifted him like a child, cradling him against her chest.

She stared down at him, his face twitching slightly.

So soft. Unbelievably soft. It felt like sinking into a slime.

Her thick thighs pressed tightly together.

Only then did Lin Yi notice—Yahua was wearing a standard high school uniform from the nearby school.

An actual high schooler?

Was she on her way home from school at this hour?

Lin Yi was stunned.

But what shocked him even more was how she’d gotten into his apartment. There was no way she’d just guessed the door code, right?

His confusion was soon answered.

With effortless ease, Yahua carried him to the living room and shut the bedroom door behind them.

A dim ambient light illuminated the space, revealing the untouched front door—still locked, undisturbed. Yet a faint chill seeped in from the balcony.

Lin Yi glanced toward it. He was certain he’d closed the glass door earlier.

“Oh, forgot to shut the window. Climbed up and left it open.”

Still holding him, Yahua walked to the balcony and slid the door shut.

Climbed up?

Hold on—this was the thirteenth floor.

Lin Yi’s lips twitched.

What kind of superhuman was she?

Scaling thirteen stories like it was nothing?

Slap!

Yahua spat out his finger and casually tossed him onto the sofa.

“Olive flavor.”

She licked her lips, her usually cold, listless face now tinged with a rosy flush.

She wasn’t one to smile.

Nor did she bother with sweet talk.

Straightforward to a fault—if one word sufficed, she’d never use two.

But when excitement took over, the words poured out.

Like now.

She wanted to pin Lin Yi down, one hand gripping his throat, the other wrenching his wrist aside.

Like a dominant dog subduing a pup, forcing him into submission until he couldn’t meet her eyes—asserting her ownership with a triumphant growl.

“Pup, you don’t get to challenge your master!”

Yahua moved.

Thud!

Holy—!!

As Yahua ruthlessly overpowered him, Lin Yi finally understood the sheer gap in strength between men and women in this world.

With 12 points in stamina—nearly double an average man’s strength—he still felt like a child facing Mike Tyson.

Yahua effortlessly pried apart his resisting arms with just two fingers. One hand pinned both his wrists, cutting off circulation like a severed cable.

And her hips—those damn childbearing hips—slammed onto his stomach like a wrecking ball, nearly crushing his pelvis and knocking the air from his lungs.

Grrrr… Rrruff!!

A low, canine growl rumbled from Yahua’s throat.

Her eyes glinted red, drool dripping from her lips like a rabid alpha bitch guarding her prey.

Dammit!

You’re fighting air!!

Lin Yi almost laughed in frustration.

Not a single normal woman in this damn world.

All fucking psychos.

Thankfully, Yahua hadn’t used full force—otherwise, that one move would’ve shattered his spine and left him paralyzed.

Grrrr… Rrruff!!

Gnashing her teeth, she suddenly bit his cheek, clamping down like a dog asserting dominance.

Seriously, sis, you actually think you’re a 🐶?

Even if I were a pet, did you have to bite my face to prove a point?

Hell, just wire me 2 million, and we can negotiate like civilized people!

Yahua’s feral antics were pushing Lin Yi to his limit. Compared to his first love, Shen Xixi, this girl was even more unhinged.

Dogs bite humans—that’s normal. But humans biting humans like dogs…?

Wait.

If she’s acting like a dog biting me, should I bite back?

…Would I catch rabies?

Fuck it—no surrender.

I’ll headbutt you into next week.

Gritting his teeth, Lin Yi thrashed with everything he had.

Yahua responded by tightening her grip, his wrist bones creaking under the pressure like crushed soda cans.

Never.

If his arms were useless, he’d use his core. Even if she shattered his hips, he’d make her feel it.

With a roar, Lin Yi arched his back with every ounce of strength—

Crack!

A sickening snap echoed through the room.

Yahua’s hair barely swayed. Against her raw power, his struggle was a breeze against a mountain.

Stopstopstop—

It’s broken, it’s broken, it’s BROKEN—!!

Lin Yi’s face contorted in agony.

Yahua paused at the sound, releasing his cheek and loosening her grip.

She shifted back into a seiza-like pose, studying him before pressing a hand to his stomach. A glint flashed in her eyes.

“Hm. Dislocated hip?”

Without ceremony, she shoved it back into place.

Lin Yi saw white, teetering on the edge of consciousness.

“There. Fixed.”

Ignoring his ashen, sweat-drenched face, Yahua resumed her position, reclaiming his wrists and sinking her teeth into his other cheek.

Grrrr… Rrruff!!

GrrrRUFF—!!

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