Chapter 1

Our company arranged a work retreat to India. My girlfriend's idol, Thomason, insisted on bringing the models, dressed in mini-skirts, to ride a shady local bus.

He had no idea how rampant sexual assault was in India.

And watching them actively courting disaster, I didn't say a single word.

It was only because in my previous life, for everyone's safety, I reported this to our boss, Mr. Harrison.

That day, Mr. Harrison gave everyone a severe dressing-down, forcing my girlfriend and her model friends to cancel their plans to travel around India.

But later, because Thomason insisted on going out, he was robbed on a shady local bus and tragically killed.

My girlfriend, Leah, shifted the blame entirely to me, kidnapped me, and burned me alive.

She even paid off the models to create an alibi for her.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Thomason invited the models to wear mini-skirts for a photoshoot on the bus.

"Julian, stop being such a fearmonger!"

"India is a country with an ancient civilization; it's not the kind of place you describe, crawling with rapists!"

"You're always using those alarmist rumors to scare everyone, aren't you just trying to ruin our plans to travel around India?"

"I think you're just jealous of Leah and Thomason's good relationship, that's why you're trying to scare us with rapists!"

Watching them put on their mini-skirts and pose, I didn't utter a single word in retort.

India has one of the highest rates of sexual assault in the world.

On average, a girl is assaulted every five minutes.

In a country where even ancient, sacred stones aren't safe, going out dressed like that—the outcome was painfully obvious.

After they finished changing, Leah, my girlfriend, walked in.

When Thomason saw Leah, his eyes were glued to her.

"Leah, you're so sexy."

"You're easily the most beautiful girl in the world!"

"What? In your eyes, is only Leah beautiful? Are we not pretty?"

The other model girls indignantly confronted Thomason.

Surrounded by the models, Thomason quickly pleaded with them, "Beautiful! You're all beautiful! Simply goddesses!"

His expression was full of enjoyment.

"Leah, let me ask you, between Julian and Thomason, who's hotter?" Ruth chimed in, teasingly.

When I was mentioned, Leah's expression instantly turned to disgust.

"Julian is such a clingy, annoying guy! He's constantly trying to compete with Thomason for my attention."

"If you don't want to come with us, then just get lost!"

Since you've chosen to court disaster, I might as well give you a little push.

"Mini-skirts are so boring. Bikinis are the real way to show off a woman's charm."

"Only girls with truly great figures have the courage to wear bikinis in public."

"You think I wouldn't dare?"

Goaded on by me, Leah, not one to back down, immediately changed into a bikini.

The other girls, confident their figures were just as good as Leah's, also started picking out suitable sizes.

Watching them excitedly choose their bikinis, I smiled coldly to myself.

Let's see if you can still laugh like that when those creeps in India get their hands on you and brutalize you.