C508 I Don't Mind Beating up the Trash

"Honey, how can you not recognize me anymore?"

The group of blonde-haired, blue-eyed Western youths didn't hold back upon hearing the girl's retort. Instead, they smirked and their hands grew even more invasive, groping her without restraint. Had the girl not been fiercely resisting, her most vulnerable spots would have been at the mercy of their filthy hands