I! Cleaner! - Chapter 270 - 0228 Reward (Part 1)_1

Cricket System: Rise of Raj> Pavan Raj was born to play cricket. But when his dreams were crushed by strict parents, jealous rivals, and heartbreak, he gave up everything… until fate gave him another chance.One silent prayer, one wish to return—and he wakes up in his younger self’s body.But this time, something's different.[System Activated]With a mysterious Cricket System that levels up his batting, bowling, fielding, and strategy, Pavan Raj sets out to rewrite his life.No more hesitation. No more missed chances.From gully cricket to selectors' eyes, from self-doubt to sixers—this is his second innings. And this time…He’s playing to win.

Warning: 17++++This story involves Bdsm, a sadistic pervert Alpha boss and his cute pouty step brother omega who loves him just as he comes.***Ambitious young designer Kang Ye Jun joins Choi Advertising brimming with dreams, only to run headfirst into a tyrannical superior, Choi Si woo.No weekends off, constant availability around the clock, endless overtime that drains every ounce of energy no social life whatsoever, that's already brutal;the absolute worst part is that no matter how hard he tries, in the eyes of this hyper-critical director, everything he creates is flawed and unacceptable!After swallowing endless humiliation, Ye jun finally snaps: “Just because I stay quiet doesn't mean I'm some harmless pushover!I’m done! I quit!”What?! Quitting triggers a massive penalty clause worth millions?! That's insane! Can't we just separate on good terms?Since resignation isn't an option, Kang Ye jun decides to gamble everything and pull off the one move no subordinate would ever dare, seduce and sleep with the devil himself!Choi Si woo, creative director at Seohan Advertising, is a legendary figure in the industry and an untouchable elite bachelor.His professional brilliance is unmatched, but his personality is pure poison, earning him the infamous moniker “The Ice-Cold Devil in a Tailored Suit.”Yet beneath that aloof, ruthless exterior lies a deeply buried, unspeakable kink he guards fiercely.When this explosive secret gets uncovered by his sharp-eyed subordinate Kang, what fate awaits the once-impenetrable Choi?

So to begin, this is technically a skyrim fanfic.Why isn't it in the fan-fics then?Simple! It's based on a game and I don't feel that counts as a fan-fic.Second, I've read like a few skyrim stories here lately. I liked them, as a bethesda fan boy... Well, now I need to take a crack at it. I literally start a new game of skyrim every new year. Its my tradition, so I felt I had to do this.If its bad, ah well. If its good, GREAT! Overall though, I feel we need more skyrim based stories or fan-fics. It has the perfect setting for the transmigration genre. Now read at your own risk.

There are Humans. There are Elves. There are Dwarves. There are Orcs. And then there are Demons, and the Demon King.In a world where warriors wield elemental fury, assassins bend shadows, and mages rewrite the laws of reality with a thought… one boy awakens the weakest and funniest ability of all.[Muscle Genesis]… the power to grow and control muscle.The f*ck? No sword aura, no magic affinity, no flashy technique, just raw, brutal power.Born in the wild slums of Arcanum Nexus, orphaned, starving, and forgotten by the system, Kairo Vale has one goal: survive long enough to rise above it all.When his chance finally comes in the form of the prestigious Nexus Academy Entrance Tournament, the world expects him to fail, just another Unranked slum bastard with a useless ability.But the thing about muscles is that… they grow.And so does his pain tolerance, and his strength, and his will to endure.Thrown into trials designed to break him, teamed with nobles who want him gone, and hunted by powers that fear what he might become, Kairo fights back the only way he knows how: one rep, one punch, one brutal threshold at a time.Because in this world, power is everything.And he’s going to build his from the ground up.If they won’t give him a place in their world, he’ll carve one with his fists.