One sentence summary:
There is a counterattack diary of Fungus who only likes to pick up/rob men/women of all kinds.
A serious introduction:
My name is Greedy, I am a dancer and a greedy beast. I wander around the world just to suck the flowers of desire that bloom in human hearts. That is my only food.
I live for prey and survive for prey; all I do is just to survive.
Dancers, with extremely soft bodies, dance in the air for the world.
The greedy beast is born from the flower of desire and eats the flower of desire.
I know what you are wondering. As a greedy beast, an elegant greedy beast, how could I hunt as roughly as a wild beast? There is only one way for greedy beasts to hunt, and it is called erotic play. Although my way of hunting was once spurned by someone, I didn't care at all.
Now, without further ado, my next food is right there.
PS: The protagonist is a high-level black guy, his integrity is shattered, and he doesn't like the red cross on the upper right.
The span of this article is quite large. The first few volumes are Western fantasy, followed by Eastern fairy tales. The main plot unfolds slowly, and I can't stand the red cross on the upper right.
Right, right, this is a pit. A trap where the ghost knows when to update~