I, The Female Protagonist With Superpower, Am Super Fierce - Chapter 3128 - 3128 Chapter 3128, final game 63

[The 3000th Descent of Mystery is about to begin.][This is your only chance to redeem yourself.]When the whole world was in danger, Wang Teng activated a unique talent.It was the Rank SSS talent - Inequivalent Exchange!He was not purchasing things for free, but the exchange was not equivalent.[Exchange successfully. You used half a bowl of cup noodles. With your Rank SSS talent, you may retrieve an unlimited supply of cup noodles.][Exchange successfully. You used a bottle of Sad Breeze wine to exchange for the Star Shifting Method.]…From then on, Wang Teng activated a new exchange system.

“I want to make sure that I keep an eye on what is mine…”

[r18+ . explicit mature content . no rape]

Princess Xenia eluded her arranged marriage only to end up in the arms of someone more devious… King Darius, the ruthless and impetuous ruler of the Kingdom of Cordon. And even if she fought and pleaded for her freedom, the beast refused to let her go, claiming that her life was no longer hers to decide, but his alone!

Will she be able to cope with this unexpected twist of fate? Or, as everyone predicted, will she succumb to “Fate”?

Find out how things would turn for our stubborn Princess while she faces the Crown’s Entrapment the shameless and possessive king had in store for her!

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.

“Is this man not going to divorce me? Why does he still ask me to warm the bed every night?”