On the First Night We Lived Together, She Asked Me to Sign a Contract of Loss of Rights

The first night I moved into the female president's house, she asked me to sign a cohabitation agreement. 1. Permanent residence, no relocation allowed. 2. All contact with the opposite sex must be reported in advance. 3. The right of interpretation belongs to Party A. I smiled and signed, and the next day, she forgot all about it. She doesn't know that this is the third time I've signed this thing. I have the key clues of each cycle tattooed on my body, I have a positioning chip implanted under my skin, and I have planted mines in each of their lives. They thought they were hunting me. Damn it, I'm the hunter. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.