I Bred My Husband's Mistress 50 Times
My husband, worried I might be lonely, gifted me a little female cat.
I turned around and found 50 feral toms to breed her with, making her birth litter after litter until she was utterly spent.
It was all because I had been reborn.
In my past life, I adored this little cat so much I could hardly put her down. I wanted to eat and sleep right beside her.
In just one short month, I aged rapidly into an 80-year-old woman, and the child in my womb withered and died along with me. No medicine could save me, and I simply died of old age.
After death, my soul lingered. I saw that the sickly, frail mistress in our household had somehow become radiant and glowing, and pregnant on top of it all.
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