The Hyena Woman's Secret

Our village has a notorious name—Amazon Village.

Every woman here has an alluring figure.

Willow-thin waists.

Long, straight legs.

Their laughter rings clear and sweet,

like silver bells chiming in the wind.

But strangely,there are no men in our village.

To continue our bloodline,as the chief's daughter,I became the only college student in the village.

And so, I often have to bring men back.

This time, I brought my boyfriend, Ethan Sullivan.

Late at night,he discovered our village's secret.

...

"Sweetheart,it's time you brought a man home.Otherwise, the clan—"

My mother's husky, seductive voice drifted through the phone.

I could almost picture her expression—languid and indulgent.

"Got it, Mom.Soon."

"Baby,talking to your mom?"

Ethan's bright voice came from behind me.

He had just stepped out of the shower,his body still damp.

He wrapped his arms around my slender waist,his toned abs pressing against my back.

I turned off my phone screen,my red lips curling into a smile.

I gave him a deep kiss,ignoring his question.

Ethan and I had been dating for six months.

To outsiders,we were the perfect couple.

But he insisted on saving our first time for marriage.

He said he didn’t want to hurt me.

Didn’t want to take me without his parents' approval.

Wanted to leave me an escape route.

For a while, I even thought—maybe I’d found a good man.

Maybe I shouldn’t bring him back.

But recently,

Ethan kept pressuring me to meet his parents.

I always refused.

Because one night, I woke up suddenly—and saw his phone screen still glowing.

"170, 50, virgin, delivery in one month."

That was my information.

Ethan wasn’t a good man.

Now, the stench of women’s suffering clung to him,impossible to ignore.

But that was fine.

I wasn’t exactly a saint either.

A man like him—handsome,refined,yet rotten to the core—was exactly what our village looked for.

Ethan had been restless lately.

Probably because the delivery date was approaching.

My hearing was sharp.

Even when he sneaked to the balcony to make calls,I caught every word.

"Yes, yes!Boss,this one’s top quality.

Slim waist, long legs,and a college student too.

Once you have her,knock her up,and she’ll be completely under your control."

"Ah,I’m just not good enough for her.

Besides, I only care about money.

With cash,I can get any woman I want.

Same deal as before—three grand upfront,three more after."

Listening to him,I could practically see Ethan’s groveling face—disgusting,yet strangely enticing.

Only six grand?

If he had just buttered me up properly,I would’ve given him more than that as pocket money.

Ethan hung up just then.

Noticing my dark expression,he assumed I was still upset about meeting his parents.

He tried to sweet-talk me.

I met his gaze head-on and laid out my terms.

"I’ll go with you.

But first, you’re coming to my hometown.

To meet my family."

My crimson lips parted, as if ready to devour him.

Ethan hesitated.

The delivery date was close.

But seeing my resolve, we ended the night in a stalemate.

Still, I knew he’d agree.

He’d already taken the deposit.

Sure enough, within two days, he caved.

We took a flight, then a high-speed train, switched to a bus, and finally trekked into the mountains.

Our village was nestled among peaks— a picturesque place.

Dense forests sprawled everywhere, thick with miasma.

Without a guide, no one could leave.

My ancestors had chosen this place for its seclusion.

Ethan started complaining.

I humored him—a rare gesture.

Maybe my half-hearted comfort unsettled him.

The rough journey must have reminded him of the women he’d trafficked.

I soothed him again.

Couldn’t let my prey escape now.

Ethan kept asking how much longer, even demanding we turn back.

Then the mist ahead suddenly parted, revealing the village archway— Savannah Village.

Today’s fog was unusually thick, dampening our lashes,clinging to our lungs with a sticky discomfort.

The chill seeped into our bones, making Ethan shiver violently.

He squinted at the archway, but it remained blurry.

"Your village is a dump," he sneered.

My mother had come to greet us,just as I’d told her.