Quick Transmigration: A Super-Effective Novel Within a Super-Effective Novel

Huangtoushan is a remote town in Northwest China. The town is small, consisting of only a few hills, and the number of villages under its jurisdiction can be counted on two fingers.

Logically speaking, in such a remote and impoverished place, local officials should be living in dire poverty, but the few minor officials who are worth mentioning here are all rolling in money.

Liu Fushui was the director of the local police station. He spent his days either sleeping soundly at home or indulging in debauchery. On this particular day, after a day of feasting and drinking, his subordinates brought him a newly acquired beautiful woman, saying she was already waiting for him at the hotel.

Liu Fushui, his face glistening with oil from eating, his cheeks flushed with fat, swayed as he pushed open the door to the room.

"Beautiful, beautiful woman..."

He squinted and looked into the room in a daze. Good heavens, there was indeed a beautiful woman standing at the door, tall and with an extraordinary air about her.

"Hiccup! It's actually a good one... Eh? Ah!"

Before Liu Fushui could react, the beautiful woman in front of him reached out and pulled him forcefully, causing Liu Fushui to stumble and fall into the house.

The door slammed shut, and Liu Fushui took a solid punch to the cheek.

"You! What do you want to do?!"

Liu Fushui seemed to sober up completely, and only then did he realize that the woman in front of him was not a beauty at all, but a demon from hell!

Her face was stunningly beautiful yet incredibly fierce. She held a long hemp rope in her hand and kicked him again for no apparent reason.

"Grandma, I'm so kind, I'll give you a complete health and wellness spa package!"

Lin Zhao pressed down hard on Liu Fushui's head, tied him up like a fat, oily dumpling, and started punching and kicking him without saying a word.

"You must go to spas all the time, right? You've had your fill of eating, drinking, and having fun! Look at you, you're disgusting!"

It was another one-sided beating; Lin Zhaochun was simply practicing.

"Is it good for you, Grandma? Do you want me to press harder?" Lin Zhao punched several acupoints on Liu Fushui's body and asked fiercely.

"No! No! It hurts! Ah—" It was a sharp pain that connected to the muscles and meridians. Liu Fushui was twisted into a pretzel in pain, howling like a banshee.

"No? No means yes. I don't like hypocrisy. Answer honestly! How's that great!" Lin Zhao stepped on Liu Fushui's head, grabbed his arms and twisted them backward with force. With a few "crack" sounds, Liu Fushui's arms were dislocated.

"Ouch! It hurts—"

"Ok?"

Lin Zhao didn't like this answer, and pulled Liu Fushui's arm back again.

"Ahhh! It hurts! No, no! It feels good! I feel good!" Liu Fushui had never suffered like this before, and immediately begged and pleaded, "Grandma, please let me go! I...I...I didn't offend you!"

"Let him go? What are you talking about? I'm here to give you a spa treatment, and the package isn't finished yet!" Lin Zhao released Liu Fushui and looked at him with a smile.

"What?" Liu Fushui instinctively felt danger approaching!

"Acupressure massage, muscle and joint activation... what's next after a full-body massage? Of course, it's the most crucial step!"

As Lin Zhao spoke, his gaze drifted downwards, and Liu Fushui's trembling eyes followed Lin Zhao's gaze. "Ahhhhhh—"

A scream echoed through the sky as Lin Zhao stomped hard on Liu Fushui's crotch, grinding his toes down repeatedly. Liu Fushui's head lolled to the side, and he instantly fainted from the pain.

He thought that fainting would end everything, but for some reason, Liu Fushui suffered torment even in his dreams.

In his dream, Lin Zhao transformed into a ferocious nightmare, grabbing Liu Fushui and torturing him a thousand times over in various ways. His manhood, which he often used for evil deeds, was completely destroyed by Lin Zhao, leaving a bloody mess rotting in his crotch. Besides the pain, it disgusted him even more, making him never dare to recall those erotic scenes again.

He didn't know how much time had passed. Liu Fushui kept getting dizzy in his dream. When he finally woke up, he found himself still in that hotel room. He was so scared that he jumped up.

"Ahhh!"

Liu Fushui cried out. He looked around, clutching his belly. Lin Zhao was no longer in the room, the bloodstains that had splattered all over the bed and floor were gone, and even the wounds on his body were gone. He himself was completely unharmed.

After a moment of stunned silence, Liu Fushui immediately pulled up his pants, beaming with joy!

Good, good, that thing is still there!

But Liu Fushui was only happy for a second, because no matter how he tried to sense it, that thing wouldn't obey him!

Not only is it unresponsive, it has also completely lost consciousness!

Liu Fushui's pupils constricted, and he shouted again.

"What's wrong, Director Liu? Are you alright, Director Liu?"

There was a knock at the door from a subordinate. Liu Fushui didn't respond for a while, so the subordinate simply kicked the door open.

Then Liu Fushui sat on the bed like an idiot, his crotch exposed, holding his penis, which was no bigger than a thumb, and shaking it back and forth.

This is truly an eyesore...

Didn't see it.

The subordinate carefully closed the door again, intending to go back and gossip about it with everyone in the department.

Only then did Liu Fushui realize what was happening, "No! Don't go!"

He was consumed by impotent rage, yelling, "Where's that bastard from yesterday! Damn it! Who got the goods?"

The subordinate looked completely bewildered. "W-what kind of goods?"

Liu Fushui pounded the bed, shouting, "That woman! The woman you arranged last night!"

The subordinate was embarrassed, fearing that Liu Fushui was looking for trouble. "It's not, Director Liu... you were drunk yesterday and fell asleep before you even got off the table. I didn't arrange any women for you at all..."

"How many times do I have to say it! It's that woman who was waiting for me here yesterday... What? No arrangements made?" Liu Fushui was dumbfounded as he spoke.

"Yes, there were no plans yesterday... Xiao Zhou brought you here and you've been sleeping ever since... Were you dreaming?" The subordinate scratched his head.

"No, that's impossible!"

The tormenting pain was still fresh in my memory; I couldn't even feel my own manhood anymore. How could it just be a nightmare?

but……

The bloodstains and wounds were gone. The subordinates were guarding outside the door; there was no way that woman could have flown out from the tenth floor...

Was it really just a nightmare?

Liu Fushui jumped out of bed in a panic and boldly searched the room again and again. Sure enough, there was no trace of the woman or the struggle.

"Director Liu, you must be overworking yourself lately and having trouble sleeping and having nightmares! Don't worry, we'll host another gathering tonight to help you relax. We'll make sure everyone is in place!"

The subordinate fawned over Liu Fushui, who kept talking about women. He must be upset that yesterday's arrangements weren't done well enough, so tonight he'd give him the full package!

Liu Fushui wasn't sure if he could still perform, but hearing his subordinates say that made him feel a little better.

He hooked his arm around his subordinate's shoulder and walked out, still not wanting to stay in this wretched room any longer. The two of them, arm in arm, one licking and the other smiling, did not notice when a piece of hemp rope suddenly appeared on the ground by the door. Liu Fushui slipped and fell hard to the ground along with his subordinate.

"Ouch!"

Liu Fushui and his subordinates yelled and fell flat on their faces. One broke his nose and the other knocked out two front teeth, his face covered in blood.

The others guarding outside rushed to help him up, calling 120 and security. As they hurriedly carried Liu Fushui away, he caught a glimpse of the piece of rope, and his heart sank.