SBCEJM -Chapter 71 Wedding Night? No—The Execution Day of the Perverted Groom!

“Creeeeak—”

The door to the main wife’s courtyard was kicked open.

Zhao Tianshi staggered in, reeking of alcohol. His lecherous grin was impossible to hide.

Red candles burned brightly in the courtyard, their flickering light mixing with the humid night wind, carrying an ambiguous, intoxicating scent.

In his mind, he could already see it—the most obedient, most desperate tear of despair becoming the newest trophy in his collection.

On the roof, Feng Zexuan gently lifted a roof tile, finding herself a perfect vantage point.

She even pulled her brother into her portable space to share the live “front-row broadcast.”

“Little sister… this… this is absolutely improper! This is madness!” Feng Zekai frowned deeply, his brows knotted as he looked at the lavish wedding-night scene on the screen.

Down below, Zhao Tianshi dismissed all servants and slammed the door shut with a “bang,” locking it.

Rubbing his hands together like a starving wolf that hadn’t eaten in three days, he pounced toward the bed.

He yanked off the red veil eagerly, ready to savor the fear of prey with nowhere to escape.

But under the veil… there wasn’t Wang Jingwen’s cold, beautiful face.

Instead, it was a seductive, alluring smile—eyes like silk, charm overflowing.

“Xia Ju?”

Zhao Tianshi froze. Even his drunkenness faded by half.

“How is it you? Where is Wang Jingwen?”

【Oh? Switched at the start? These brides are interesting!】

Feng Zexuan watched from above, eyes sparkling with excitement.

【System report: They swapped at the corner of the corridor while the guiding maid wasn’t paying attention.】

“Darling~”

Xia Ju’s voice was soft enough to drip honey, her body going limp as she coiled around him like a snake.

“Am I not your wife too?”

“Yes, yes! All of you are my wives!”

Zhao Tianshi, intoxicated by her charm, no longer cared who was who.

To him, they were all meat in his pot—he’d eat whichever piece first didn’t matter.

Like a starving beast, he lunged forward, gripping her wrists tightly, a ferocious grin forming on his face.

“Darling, let’s play a fun little game—”

Before he could finish, a sharp, piercing pain shot through his wrists.

The strength was like iron tongs—far beyond what a woman should possess.

His expression changed drastically.

Before he could even cry out, his body suddenly felt weightless.

He was flung into the air—and slammed hard onto the soft bed.

The “fragile” beauty from moments ago had already taken control. One knee pressed firmly against his chest, smiling down at him.

“Darling, your game is too outdated.”

Xia Ju leaned closer, warm breath brushing his ear.

“Why not try mine instead?”

Then she lowered her head and sealed his lips shut.

【Holy—! The beauty is actually the attacker!! No hesitation at all!】

Feng Zexuan was so excited she nearly crushed a roof tile.

Xia Ju paused mid-motion.

That mysterious “heavenly voice” again.

Was it… watching everything?

Instead of shame, a strange excitement rose in his heart.

As if the heavens themselves were beating drums for his “justice.”

Zhao Tianshi, now completely confused, struggled desperately—

But Xia Ju calmly tore off the veil and used it to blindfold him tightly.

Then she ripped a bedsheet, binding his hands and feet in seconds.

A cloth was stuffed into his mouth. All resistance turned into muffled “mmph—mmph” sounds.

“You…”

Xia Ju clapped her hands and opened the door.

Outside stood nine brides in red wedding dresses.

Leading them was Wang Jingwen.

She didn’t even glance at Zhao Tianshi, who was writhing on the bed like a worm. Instead, she walked straight to the main chair and sat down, exuding authority.

This was no wedding chamber anymore.

It had become a courtroom.

“Sisters, proceed.”

Xia Ju gestured lightly.

“Just don’t leave marks. Sister Wang’s hypnosis won’t erase bruises.”

【Oh ho—an all-you-can-eat buffet? Limited edition groom, no refunds!】

The brides exchanged glances.

The fire they had suppressed for so long finally erupted.

The first to step forward was Xiao Tao, from the slums.

She thought of her emaciated mother, her hungry younger brother, and the disgusting nature of the man before her.

“Tomorrow… he really won’t remember anything?” she confirmed.

Wang Jingwen didn’t even lift her eyelids.

A simple “Mm.”

Feng Zexuan chimed in:

【Even if he remembers, I’ll personally help erase it—with the physical memory hammer technique! Guaranteed clean wipe!】

With that assurance, Xiao Tao no longer held back.

She rushed forward and unleashed her fists—years of farm labor giving her terrifying strength—hammering into Zhao Tianshi’s soft abdomen.

“MMMPH!!”

Zhao Tianshi convulsed in pain.

“Hey!”

Liu Yulan frowned in dissatisfaction.

“Gentler! Don’t hit the stomach! I like that soft meat!”

Xiao Tao snorted and shifted to his armpits.

“Ahh!! My underarm!!” Yu Jiaojiao screamed.

Another noble-born girl rushed in, spitting angrily.

“My family’s shop was swallowed by the Zhao family—that’s why I was sold here! Today I’ll make you pay!”

She went straight for the inner thigh.

After the six vented their rage, they left in disgust.

The room quieted.

Only Zhao Tianshi remained, still bound like a dumpling and groaning in pain, while Wang Jingwen watched coldly, Xia Ju guarded the door, and—

Two brides were still going.

Liu Yulan pounced again, grabbing his waist and squeezing hard.

Xu Jiaojiao buried her face into his armpit and inhaled deeply, eyes closed in bliss.

A faint “scent” filled the air.

【Incredible… only a pervert can deal with a pervert! What a night!】

In the portable space, Feng Zekai silently shut off the screen and picked up a book titled Conduct of Gentlemen.

“Moral clarity comes from not seeing… peace of mind brings wisdom…”

Wang Jingwen stood up calmly.

“Don’t kill him. I’m going back to rest. Call me tomorrow.”

The moment she left, Xia Ju’s eyes lit up.

Finally, his turn.

Just as Liu Yulan opened her mouth to take a bite of that trembling flesh—

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

A heavy knock sounded at the door, like a hammer striking everyone’s heart.

An old, concerned voice followed:

“My son Tianshi… are you enjoying yourself? Father… brought you sobering soup.”

Zhao Defu.

The entire room froze.

【Oh damn! The old fox is here for inspection! Things just got interesting!】

Feng Zexuan instantly perked up.

Tonight’s drama… had just reached its climax.