Summary
I disguised myself as a man and infiltrated the Pure Yang Sword Sect, but the Senior Grand Disciple was always suspicious of my gender. The first time he tested me, he showed me erotic pictures. I got even harder than he did. The second time, he used some excuse to pin me beneath him and groped my crotch several times. He even flattened the little prop I had stuffed in my pants. The third time… I’d had enough. I soaked Indian hawthorn flowers in water, mixed in some rice water, and when he pushed open my door, I sprayed it all over his face and hair. Well, he doesn’t doubt my gender anymore. Now he wants to kill me.