Forest Ranger, starting from Picking Up a Lynx Girl - Chapter 242 - : The World is So Cruel, Big Cat is Forced to Become a Breeder

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ]“Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.”Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy.Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life.What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes?--------------Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned!--------------Sneak Peek:He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told.Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”

Lin Yi traveled across the Douluo Continent, and was presented with an extraordinary divine body by the system.

But something went wrong during the fusion!

The divine body was sealed, and what sealed it was actually a shield with trillions of HP!

Only by breaking the shield can the divine body be unlocked.

In desperation, Lin Yi embarked on the road of seeking death, and asked all the strong men on Douluo Continent to fight for him.

The system also guarantees that rewards will be generated based on the amount of blood dropped from the shield.

As long as a reward can be generated, a critical strike will be triggered, and an additional higher quality reward will be given to Lin Yi!

The higher the damage received, the richer the rewards will be!

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Bibi Dong: “Are you really looking for death?”

Lin Yi: “Really, I beg my sister to work harder!”

Qian Renxue: “I’ll go, you will actually lose treasure if you hit you?!”

Lin Yi: “Your damage is too low to trigger the purple prize pool. If you use a little force to trigger the black prize pool, the red prize pool is not a dream!”

Chen Xin: “I don’t believe that I can’t break Lin Yi’s shield, from now on I will come to kill him twice a day!”

Lin Yi: “Hey, I don’t even bother to expose you, you are clearly looking at the breakthrough spar that fell from the broken shield! Despicable!”

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Please, please stop scraping! I am in a hurry to break the shield!

Ask online, who is the strongest person on the Douluo Continent, even if the divine body can’t be unsealed, just use the damage to trigger a golden prize pool for me!

Lu Zhiguang is not a cannon fodder himself, but his mission is to save the miserable cannon fodder.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”