I Bought a War Slave for ReliefEpisode 72

After 18 years lost, I came home to an S-class white leopard who only purred for my adopted sister. So one drunken night, I bought a bottom-tier black panther war slave for 5k—chained, muzzled, and marked for disposal. Surprise: he was no trash. He kissed my scars, wore my collar, and bit through anyone who touched me. When my perfect white leopard finally begged, “Let me come back,” my panther smiled: “Sis, should I make him disappear?”

• 75Traded to His Warlord Brother, My Serpent Ex-Mate Goes Mad with RegretUp to EP 75
• 31Forced a Corpse to ApologizeUp to EP 31
• 25The Mafia Don Killed My Groom, Then Buried Me AliveUp to EP 25
• 27The Mafia King’s Lion Chose MeUp to EP 27
• 25My Mafia Don Hates Me by Day, Loves Me by NightUp to EP 25
• 25When the Don Regrets It, It's Too LateUp to EP 25
• 25Soul SightUp to EP 25
• 26The Don’s Chubby Online GirlfriendUp to EP 26
• 25Kissing My Boyfriend’s RoommateUp to EP 25
• 100I Slept With My Ex’s Best FriendUp to EP 100
• 25My Comatose Husband’s Soul Won’t Shut UpUp to EP 25
• 20My Wedding Became Their Bidding GameUp to EP 20