Goodnight, Mr. CEO! - Chapter 1712

“Is this a game or reality?” - Michael Norman*****Apocalypse descended, and reality transformed into a game for a select few known as Awakeners.Between the ages of 16 and 18, every teenager had the chance to awaken a class and attain supernatural powers. Awakeners would then venture into a game-like world, the Land of Origin, seeking treasures and gaining tremendous strength.Michael transmigrated into this world at 18 and successfully awakened the Necromancer class. However, that was not all—Michael also unlocked a unique talent that allowed his undead summons to evolve infinitely......[Little Skeleton has successfully evolved into Skeleton Soldier!][Skeleton Mage has successfully evolved into Skeleton Summoner!][Bone Dragon has successfully evolved into Undead Frost Dragon!]......With his powerful undead summons, Michael set out on a path to become a supreme legend.Tags:#Necromancer#Undead#Evolution#Armybuilding

What if life could be repeated?

But he became the clan uncle who was once called a lunatic?

Alas, wearing open-crotch pants in front of me, crawling on the ground, is it my two-year-old self?

I originally wanted to give my former self more New Year’s money, but I never thought that I would go from a braised pork stall to a food giant, from a small factory to an industrial empire.

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Mo Poor never thought that he would suddenly have supernatural abilities until he shot an arrow towards the sun. The absolute hit means that he can be the god on the pitch, the god of the basketball world, the big Luo Jinxian in the game… He can easily become a winner in life, spend his life magnificently, and wealth and power will not be difficult . Just as he was using this to change his destiny and enjoy his life, he met the inmates who claimed to be from the Blue and White Society… When he understood this organization that executes necessary evils in the dark of the world and maintains human security, he found his true identity Goal: I want to become the president of Lanbai. The contents of this book, D-class personnel nouns and inspirations are derived from works on wikidot. And released according to CCBY-SA3.0.

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[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.