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I transmigrated into a Chinese Manhua as an Ugly Bastard!

Yayoi, a perverted lesbian otaku, got killed by a truck because of her own stupidity. Maybe it was an accident, but she was transmigrated into a modern/urban/face slapping/ Chinese Manhua. But why didn't she become the protagonist? Why did she transmigrate as an ugly bastard?! What is with this broken system that seems to be telling her to c*ckold every dude in the world? "Huh? A C-grade beauty? Come here!" "What? A B-grade milf? Come here! Let us fly together! Hehehe~" "An*l sex with aunt give me bonus point? Take my big *ss c*ck! Deeper we go!" "OMG! An SSS-grade Ice Cold Supreme beauty? Hold my beer, baby!" "Wait, wait, wait a minute... that's an SS-grade trap... heir of a big corporation? F*ck!" The moon glimmer, and the wind blow... While looking at the cute and flustered boy in front of her, Yayoi feels a little bit uncomfortable with the ambiguous atmosphere as her big *ss c*ck gradually erected. ... Once the time came when Yayoi finally came across her old enemy, she said smugly, "Didn't you know? I'm your step-father!"

ChibiSage · Komik
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90 Chs

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In a deserted alleyway—

A dozen teenage thugs armed with wooden sticks brutally ganged upon two helpless young men. At this point, the two helplessly lay on the ground like dead dogs.

Their fates are unknown.

*Bum!*

'Argh! What the f*ck just hit me!' Yayoi swore inwardly, writhing on the dusty floor in pain.

The last thing she remembered was that after the truck hit her, it then crashed onto a roadside building before the driver got off and cursed her to be a crazy bitch!

She was the victim. That bastard didn't make any sense at all!

Curse him!

*Bum!* *Bam!* *Bang!*

Again, rackets of unknown blunt objects beating flesh sounded into Yayoi's ear. Accompanied with that dizzying sound were unfamiliar waves of hateful laughter.

Yayoi could swear that somebody was hitting her!

How could they?

She was already dead like—'what the f*ck do you want from me!? Which motherf*cker is it?'

Yayoi never feels like cursing someone so much like today. It was unfortunate.

What bullsh*t etiquette when you are dead!

She doesn't care anymore!

*Thud!*

'Son of a bitch! This hurt more than when I first used an XL size dildo! F*ckkk! I'm mad now, you f*ckers!' After so much groaning, Yayoi's mind suddenly freeze.

She was dumbfounded.

'Pain? That truck ran over me like trash... wasn't I already dead? Why do I still feel pain?'

'No way...'

'Holy shit! Don't tell me God punished me and sent me to hell because I was a lesbian! Oh no, he should be merciful and not be so heartless right?'

Yayoi couldn't help but feel terrified. That was a possibility.

She did curse God before her death, after all...

...

"Brother Linbao, these two punks are beaten unconscious by us." One of the goons said with a nervous face. "S-should we stop? If we beat them anymore, I think they will die. If the police get involved after, it won't be good..."

At this point, the other goons also waver and hesitate.

Although they are thugs who would bully the weaker and poor students in their high school, killing someone would be crossing the line.

Nobody wants to get caught and go to jail.

It wasn't worth it.

*Clatter!* (Unkown sound)

Soon, the leader of the thugs, Linbao, also had a second thought but still firmly said, "Alright, cripple one of their legs, and we will end things here. Who knows how this kid Lin Jiangfeng offended young master Wang. He is simply courting d—"

*KBANG!*

"What in the..."

Linbao forcefully swallowed down his saliva seeing how one of his men suddenly flew into a pile of trash next to the alley wall.

His face turned unsightly.

Shortly after, what ensued next was the shadow of a bloody giant of a man slightly over 8' 3" (2.5 meters) tall raised from the ground. His fat, tyrannical figure was horrifying, albeit the naive, dumb-looking ugly bastard face.

...

At some point, Yayoi abruptly opened her eyes.

She was annoyed at these bunch of random bastards and had yet to notice any differences about her own body.

In a rather eloquent Japanese, Yayoi grimly said: "It was one thing to talk shit, but why did you have to hit me? And what's with your way of talking? Pfft! It sure sounded like those arrogant punks in the face slapping Chinese novels and manhua. Have you bitches all been drinking?"