The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

In the album, she is holding the "New Abolitionist Proclamation" in her hand and smiling brightly. After the beauty filter darkened her skin tone by 30%, she looks very similar to Calvin Hope on the book cover.

She exited the album in a daze and randomly scrolled through TikTok.

Suddenly, she heard a gentle and compassionate "Claudia, it's not your fault."

Huh? Is that me?

"Yes, it's you, Claudia Crowley. I'm talking to you. I'm the Virtual Saint Vivian. Please remember, this is not your fault, Claudia. This is not your fault."

The mechanical electronic synthesized sound seems ethereal and ethereal.

“Please repeat after me, Claudia. ‘It’s not my fault. Please forgive my naiveté.’” On the phone, the virtual saint patiently advised.

Listening to this mechanical voice, Claudia felt like crying.

She pursed her lips and repeated, "It's not my fault..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

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Dong, dong, dong, the knocking sound on the metal door was like thunder.

Claudia fell back to earth from virtual heaven, and the sweet taste of the data communion seemed to still linger on her tongue.

Claudia was forced to be pulled away from that feeling of redemption, which made her very unhappy.

The monotonous, unhurried sound of knuckles hitting the door panel continued.

Boom, boom, boom, pause, boom, boom, boom, pause.

The monotonous mechanical repetition, as precise as a clock, made her feel her soul was torn apart.

Three seconds ago, she was kneeling in front of the mobile phone screen that looked like a holy candle, allowing the virtual saint to fill the emptiness in her heart.

But now, this knock on the door was like a death spell, making her feel irritated.

Damn it, damn salesman.

She cursed irritably.

Lying on the entryway rug was the wicker basket she'd bought last week, woven by a deaf-mute teenager using fingers severed by a farm machine. Back then, she'd paid an extra twenty dollars just to see the spark of gratitude in his eyes for just a second longer. But now?

Even a few minutes ago, she would have gladly given a few dollars to do good deeds and buy some gadgets from those poor door-to-door salesmen.

This feeling of helping the disadvantaged has always elevated her spirit.

But at this moment, her emotions were interrupted, her salvation was slipping away from her, and this filled her heart with the fire of ignorance and karma.

Claudia stood up suddenly.

The black stockings swept over the crystal bottle containing the essential oil endorsed by the former Awakening anchor Caroline Watson, who had collapsed. She wanted to throw it away several times but couldn't make up her mind.

Amid the pungent smell of lavender and melting silicone, she kicked aside the shell wind chimes, allegedly handmade by striking Filipino workers—even though five minutes ago, it had made her feel like the Virgin Mary of Mercy.

"It better be a Girl Scout selling cookies, otherwise..." She muttered under her breath, her fingertips turning slightly white as she gripped the brass doorknob tightly.

But when she put her eyes to the brass cat's eye, the indifferent face of Li Shanze outside the door made her heart stop for a second.

Amidst the warm air from the air conditioner, the virtual saint chanted softly: "Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden—"

Boom, boom, boom, pause.

Every knock felt like a knock on her heart.

Fear and a faint expectation dispelled her anger.

Claudia took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

The lace collar of the stewardess's uniform rises and falls with her breathing, highlighting her swan-like neck.

She straightened her messy hair and straightened her stewardess uniform.

With a creak, the door opened.

Claudia bowed slightly, revealing a well-honed professional smile: "Hello—"

Then Li Shanze grabbed her neck and stopped her from saying anything else.

This made her feel once again the suffocation and lack of oxygen as if she were at 30,000 feet. She tried to pry open the big hand that had absolute control over her, but felt powerless.

Fortunately, this nightmarish man had no intention of actually killing her.

thump.

Claudia heard a loud bang, the sound of her being pressed firmly against the wall.

Surprisingly, Claudia didn't feel any pain.

When she realized that it was the sound of her back hitting the wall, her heart was burning.

Then her left leg was lifted high and she was forced to stand on one foot.

tear-

As Claudia's black pantyhose were roughly torn apart, the nylon fibers made pleasant moans.

When this sound reached Claudia's ears, her whole body felt numb, as if she had been electrocuted.

Before she knew it, she had made all preparations to welcome her master.

Claudia narrowed her eyes subconsciously. She obediently sucked the two rough fingers that Li Shanze put into her mouth, sucking her own juice on them.

Boom!

The metal door of the room slammed shut, banging wildly against the doorframe.

Li Shanze, who discovered that she was prepared with just a slight probing, naturally bumped into her without any hesitation.

On her phone, the one-on-one live broadcast of the virtual saint continued.

Vivian's pupils gradually turned into compassionate emeralds: "Dear Claudia, my quantum rosary detected the vibration of your soul... Is the scripture of salvation helping you?"

Um--

Claudia bit her lips hard to keep from screaming out. She didn't want the neighbors to hear her shameful voice clearly.

But each of Li Shanze's heavy blows penetrated deep into her soul, causing her consciousness to gradually fade.

She had no time to care about what the compassionate voice said before.

Vivian's background switched to the AI-synthesized Salem witch burning ground, and the virtual saint seemed to be burning in the flames.

"Let's squeeze out the pus of betrayal—" Vivian handed over the virtual silver needle.

woo-

Li Shanze's blow, which almost pierced through Claudia's soul, made her cry out loud, as if she had finally found an outlet for her emotions. Her tears rolled down unconsciously.

Claudia was no longer able to suppress her voice. With her remaining consciousness, she realized that her powerless right leg was also being lifted up.

This forced Claudia to hug the man in front of her tightly, and the stewardess uniform she had just tidied up became messy again.

She had to press her exposed breasts against the man's strong chest to cover up her unbuttoned white shirt and the crooked bra that was pushed aside.

Her whole body was suspended in mid-air, moving up and down with his powerful steps and dancing gracefully with his baton.

Vivian is showing her browsing history last week in the live broadcast room, including 11 hours of BLM tags and 23 signatures for environmental petitions.

Vivian whispered, "Look, how kind you are—but do you know? Every forwarding is equivalent to consuming 0.7 seconds of an African miner's life."

After a brief pause, the phone detected through the bracelet that Claudia's heart rate had exceeded 160.

Vivian then continued to persuade: "Come, let's order carbon neutral indulgences to purify it."

Claudia had no time to pay attention to Vivian's whispers.

Her emptiness had been completely filled, and she had no time to listen to any external sounds. She was lost in the storm, but felt extremely fulfilled.

Snapped.

Li Shanze, who was holding Claudia and visiting the apartment she had just rented, passed by and kicked the chattering phone away.

Vivian's tone suddenly turned cold. "I've detected a 97% chance that you'll want to quit the livestream—but what good is escaping back to reality? Why not subscribe to my 'Spiritual Firewall'? The first month is free, and it comes with—"

The women's panties flew over and covered the virtual saint.

"Finally, I'll give you a truth." The sound of gunfire from Martin Luther King's assassination mingled in the background. "True freedom is to stop feeling guilty about resisting."

Perhaps the virtual saint Vivian said something else, but the two people who were immersed in the carnival had completely ignored her.

what--

Claudia's cries of pleasure reached the sky. In her extreme happiness, she had completely forgotten about keeping up appearances with the neighbors.

Claudia felt that the voids in her soul had been filled one by one, the spiritual emptiness no longer existed, and she felt an unprecedented satisfaction.

She wanted to sing loudly, but as Li Shanze's baton moved, all she let out was a short, broken, high-pitched scream.

Claudia no longer had time to care about so many things. Her mind was blank. She had already seen the paradise with her own eyes.

Gulu.

Finally, Claudia, with a look of satisfaction on her face, knelt obediently on the bathroom floor and cleaned Xiao Li Shanze with her tongue, then rolled all the essence onto her flexible tongue and swallowed it into her stomach.

She saw her appearance through the floor-length mirror. A fierce battle had left a lot of mess on her body.

The white shirt was disheveled, with the opening wide open; the red dress was rolled up to the waist; and the black silk tights were torn into pieces.

Only her cheeks flushed with a healthy and satisfied color.

"You, what are you looking at, Master." Her voice was like a lazy cat. Although she was still a little shy, she still tried her best to show her beautiful figure to Li Shanze.

What Li Shanze looked at with interest was not anything else but the several crystals condensed on her body.

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114. Side effects

Li Shanze never expected that he would produce three crystals just by venting his anger.

It's just that I can't discuss with Charlie how this kind of crystallization was formed...

Can such passionate love become a ritual?

No, that's not right. I didn't see any crystals on the plane.

Li Shanze was quickly analyzing the crystallization in his mind. At the same time, he reached out and touched Claudia Vitali's still rosy face.

Claudia thought Li Shanze was in the mood again, so she closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

She tilted her head and rubbed Li Shanze's hand with her face obediently.

"Okay, you've worked hard. It's time for you to clean yourself properly." Li Shanze calmly collected the three crystals and spoke gently.

"Yes, Master." Claudia breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Li Shanze's violent attack was indeed quite satisfying, she was really unable to respond any longer. She felt swollen, and it was not until she cleaned it that she discovered that it was turned inside out.

There was a sound of water dripping in the bathroom, and Li Shanze threw the overturned essential oil bottle into the trash can, then tried to swallow a newly obtained crystal.

Selective Empathy Wave: Select a target within a 50-meter radius and apply a language confusion debuff to targets that do not meet the criteria for a 'perfect victim' for 15 minutes.

Verdict of misogyny: You can choose any target and declare them misogynistic, causing them to lose a certain amount of reputation and social relationships. The effect is determined by the social status and wealth of the person being declared misogynistic. The higher the social status and wealth, the worse the effect.

Side Effect: Within a 50-meter radius, two women randomly selected will lose their jobs. If killed by a victim of this skill, the inscription "Other party is fully responsible" will be forcibly engraved on their tombstone.

What the hell is this thing? This crystal is completely useless... Not only are its abilities hilarious, but the side effects are as well.

Li Shanze slapped his forehead and looked towards the bathroom.

Is this woman a boxer?

Li Shanze thought she was a white leftist, but the issues she cared about were not just boxing.

But Li Shanze changed his mind and thought, since white leftists are all somewhat involved in fighting, there’s nothing wrong with that…

However, when he thought about the fact that this stewardess was so beautiful and also practiced boxing, Li Shanze felt that she probably didn't have a very good brain.

But who cares? As long as the three holes are useful, that’s fine.

Li Shanze couldn't even remember Claudia's name, so naturally he didn't care much about whether she was smart or not.