A Billion Dollar Exchange - Chapter 292: He was gone

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT R18][SMUTS]Rex Rexilion was a scumbag piece of shit—and he knew it.He was a bully. A serial heartbreaker. A man who laughed at consequences and crushed others for fun.When death finally claimed him, Rex expected hell. Instead, he woke up in another world.A cruel, lawless fantasy realm where heroes are hypocrites, gods are bored, and morality is just another currency.Before Rex could even process his reincarnation, a sarcastic system appeared before his eyes with a mocking, smug, and disturbingly honest personality.[Desire Authority System Activated.][Objective: Harvest desire from all womens you can get.]The rules were simple and ridiculous: the deeper the desire of MILFs, GILFs, queens, widows, and forgotten legends, the stronger Rex would become.All of his strength, skills, titles, even fate itself would bend to him as long as he continued indulging in temptation.To Rex, it sounded less like a curse and more like a joke.A joke he was very willing to play along with.Armed with shameless charm, villainous intelligence, and a system that grew stronger the more morally questionable his actions became, Rex carved a path of chaos through kingdoms and noble houses alike.Seduction replaced swords. Manipulation replaced honor. And laughter followed wherever disasters unfolded.Heroes hunted him. Churches condemned him. Empires whispered his name with fear and fascination.Yet Rex never pretended to be a savior.“Villain?” he would scoff.“No. I’m just honest about my desires.”As wars ignited over affection and alliances collapsed over whispered promises, Rex Rexilion rose, not as a hero, but as something far more dangerous:A villain who understands desire better than gods.In this world, righteousness will fall.And Rex will laugh as it burns.----------------------------What to expect:No NTR, No Yuri, A lot of Netori where MC steals someone's girl, pure villain MC, and LARGE harem

【First angst, then sweetness (bittersweet struggle) + uncle and nephew rivalry + broken mirror reunited + strong take and win + mild coercion + breaking defenses for pursuit】Renee Winslow went to The Yates Family for the first time as the girlfriend of Jack Yates' nephew, Caleb Yates.Caleb Yates repeatedly warned: Third Uncle has a cold and ruthless personality and has injured his leg; he's very scary, so don't get close to him.Later, Renee Winslow was forced to enter the small building where Jack Yates was recovering.In the dim light, the man's face was darker than the sky, his long, bony fingers resting on the wheelchair, veins bulging on the back of his hand.That night he tightly held Renee Winslow's waist, kissed her fiercely as if he wanted to devour her, buried his face in her neck, and whispered hoarsely, “Break up with him, be with me.”Since then, they maintained a forbidden relationship unknown to others.After three years of entanglement, Renee Winslow used all her efforts to finally leave Jack Yates.Five years later, she returned to Northcity.Jack Yates buried his face in her neck again, his voice hoarse, “Renee Winslow, I let you go once before, but I can't let myself go. Will you come back?”

In a world where Spirit Summoners bond with legendary heroes to save civilization, I awakened as F-Rank—the absolute weakest.While my classmates summoned knights, saints, and mythic champions, my summoning glitched. The circle turned red, and when the smoke cleared, I was staring at the Tyrant Empress—a Calamity-tier villainess who nearly destroyed the world 800 years ago.Everyone calls me cursed. Dangerous. A threat that should be eliminated.They're right to be afraid.Because the Tyrant Empress wasn't the only one who answered my call.And unlike the others, my strength is forged in pleasure.Through forbidden dual cultivation with my villainesses, I grow without end.My name is Cade Marlowe, and I don't summon heroes.I only summon villainesses.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…