The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Sif clapped her hand on Vicky's shoulder, giggling. "Don't worry. I'm not going to let you die... You'll just be suffering a lot." Vicky's eyes widened, as terror gripped her for the first time.

Even with all her pride, charm, and elegance, this was the first time she had ever felt so helpless and so terrified that it hurt. "No... Stop..." she murmured in panic.

"Still not taking them off? Let me help!" Sif bellowed right then, gesturing for her bodyguards to hold Vicky down by her arms.

Then, whipping out her switchblade, Sif sliced through her jacket, revealing the fair skin and white underwear underneath.

"Oh?" Sif exclaimed in surprise. "I'm shocked, Vicky... You're so bold and despicable on the surface, but you're such a demure maiden underneath! Hell, you'd put a high school girl to shame with those underwear... Don't tell me that you're still a virgin?!"

Vicky gritted her teeth but said nothing, while Sif laughed in disbelief as if finding treasure.

Looking at the masked figures around them, she shouted, "Everyone! Behold, the famous Vicky Turnbull is actually a virgin! Can you believe it?!"

"Shit, for real?!"

"That's amazing!"

"Hehehe..."

disbelief, Sif dramatically reached out to grope Vicky's breasts, her eyes flashing in jealousy

to Vicky in looks, but she had to lose out in terms of her figure too! Before she realized it, Sif felt an indescribable gloom welling up

you doing?!" Vicky panicked even as she watched Sif's switchblade inch

viciously and suddenly

even as she left with