Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives - Chapter 137 - 24: The Calm Before The Storm

past life.

The eldest miss of the Shen family in Jincheng was framed, abandoned by her marriage partner, and persecuted to death.

The young master of the Shen family rushed to the hospital and was hit by a car accident and turned into a vegetative state. The Shen family, which had been brilliant for many years, fell into decline and declared bankruptcy within a few years.

Being the first black lotus queen in the alliance, she became the pitiful and deplorable eldest lady of the Shen family.

Shen Lingxi said that your father Shen has never suffered this grievance, and you can come if you are not afraid of death.

Classmate A: Have you heard? That eldest lady from the Shen family who was brought back from the countryside couldn’t add up to 100 English, Chinese, and English for the entrance exam.

Classmate B: It’s just trash that came in through the back door

later……

Qing University and Beijing University let her choose, relying on a music short film, and won four major music awards. I thought she was shocked, but I didn’t expect her to be transformed into an ace “substitute” in the e-sports circle.

The deeper you go, the more the almighty queen vests, the glory is added, and the king returns.

small theater:

Crowd: Did you hear that the third master of the Xie family in the Beijing circle came back and brought a tow oil bottle.

Xie Sanye: Xixi, they say you are a drag bottle.

Shen Lingxi: Blind their dog’s eyes!

Xie Sanye: Xixi, why don’t you tear up another vest?

Shen Damei sighed helplessly, and the trending headline that day #surprised! The fiancee of the third master of the Xie family is actually a professor of Qing University who won the Physics Prize.

- Description from novelbuddy

After an unexpected accident, An Luo was reborn as the young master of a business family. Even as his grandfather’s favored grandson, he seems to only be a cannon fodder in the brothers’ struggle to seize power. However, the most frightening thing is… the strange emotions that flicker in his little brother’s eyes as he looks at him. At that moment, overwhelmed by his brother, An Luo angrily thought: Could it be that he is doomed to never escape this vicious cycle of “brotherly love”?

An Luo(frowning): After rebirth, I don’t want to be together with some strange person.

Someone(suddenly appearing in the back, smiling): What did older brother just say?

An Luo: …Nothing.

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“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.