If You Don't Fall In Love, You'll Die - Chapter 50

Su Yu died of alcohol poisoning on the day she received the actress trophy she was thinking of.
Then she was found by a stupid system.
System: Join the Women’s Match League! Enter all the worlds to complete tasks, and I can make you reach the pinnacle of your life!
Su Yu: But I was already at the peak of my life, so I quit!
Even if she was reluctant, Su Yu entered the world in order to survive.
first world
The task assigned to her by the system: take everything from the male protagonist!
Su Yu robbed his fans and his money, and finally looked at the fair girl and fell silent.
Su Yu asked in embarrassment: Do you want to grab this too?
System: Grab!
second world
Looking at the familiar girl, Su Yu rubbed her brows, “Are you still robbing?”
System: Grab!
Su Yu: Would you say anything else?
System: Go!
loop*
Nth world
Su Yu habitually wanted to continue grabbing, but suddenly found that this time the girl had a memory.
System: Grab! Go!
Su Yu shrugged: Run!

The first world: the entertainment industry
Flirting without knowing it
The second world: giants
White Lotus scheming fake princess X arrogant and domineering eldest
The Third World: Campus
Vocational high school brawler X key high school three good students / first grade
The Fourth World: The Republic of China
A Song of Allure Peerless Famous Actor X Jingui Self-Professional Rich Miss
The Fifth World: The West
Paranoid Vampire Duke x White and Soft Human Girl
The Sixth World: Antiquity
Bai Yueguang soft bag queen x evil concubine
The seventh world: Immortal king with few desires x apprentice who wants to climb the bed

Content tags: Soft love system sweet text fast wear
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- Description from novelbuddy

The Old Gods are gone. Lost and Forgotten, their honor shattered and their kingdoms broken by treachery.The Peace of the Myriad Heavens has been severed. And from the ashes of war and chaos, the Twin Towers of Babel have been created as a beacon of hope.Can Altair, a child born of the Old Gods whose name has long since been forgotten, survive, or will he be cast into the Nine Hells?***“So...” Arsene continued, enjoying his child's flush expression. “I've got a few things to teach you. What I'm about to give you is some peak wisdom. Think of it as my Ten Commandments: One, never trust a bitch with red hair. Trust me on this. Two, the pull-out game is not a real thing. She will get pregnant. Three—”“F-Father…”“ —Never get yourself more than one wife. It sounds fun. It is fun. But it's truly a nightmare. You better be writing this stuff down. This is some grade-A wisdom right here. Four.“...Please stop talking…” The Prince pleaded.“Shhhhh. Just let this happen. Four…Bro's before hoes isn't a thing. The hoes come first. Remember, Booty is more important than Wa— ”“STOP!!!!!”

A fluffy, sweet modern GL story about a mature older women and a cute university student.

“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.