MTL - Di Daughter’s Rebirth: Sheng Shi Wang Fei - v2 Chapter 141 Take charge of the shop?

Mature content (18+)“How far would you go for love?”Cruel and twisted Atlas Martini had 3 rules.1. Never mix business with pleasure2. Don't ever give second chances3. Never get emotional attached to someone.He has never been tempted to break these rules until he met her.His new secretary, Meredith Rossi.With her big glasses and doe eyes, she was the most innocent and pure woman he has ever met. he couldn't wait to taint her.To ruin, claim and bend her over his desk.She was supposed to be a prey for him to play around with until he found himself addicted to her. Like a drug, he craved an overdose.Now she was his secretary,His AngelHis good girl.A woman with dark secrets, Meredith Rossi didn't think running away from home with her little brother would change her life forever. Her boss was everything she should avoid.Fierce, ruthless, a promised pain and sexy as hell.When he proposition a devilish deal she agreed because life was too short not to live out your dark fantasies. Temptation was the ultimate ruin of man and if she was going down she might as well pick her poison which was him.Now he was her BossHer dominantHer ultimate downfall.Theirs was a love story that questioned how far you would go for love---would you fall in love with a cursed monster?-------------------Excerpt;“You got such a dirty imagination for an Angel.” Atlas grasped her chin in one hand and forced her to meet his gaze.“Touch yourself Angel.” Atlas ordered, his breath tickling her ear.“Let me see what you do when you are alone with your dirty fantasies.”

“How did a perfectly fine magic world invested by ghosts?”Aya looked at the ghosts in front of her silently and raised her hand to cast a spell.She came to the past and wanted to change the tragedy written in the history books. But how did these ghosts come with her too?Ah, will she cause early destruction of the world?Uh......“Teacher, if I tell you that I didn't mean it, would you stop being angry?” Aya trembled when she looked at the man in front of her.She didn't meant to offend him!“Oh?” Her teacher looks back and smiled faintly. Did she think she could escape after provoking him?“Ah, ah, ah....”Aya swore that she didn't mean to provoke her young teacher. But it seemed that it was inevitable?QAQ

Junseo thought he was just installing a chill farming sim to de-stress after another soul-sucking shift in Seoul. Grow some crops, raise a few cows, maybe romance an NPC—simple stuff.Then he woke up inside the game.In a new body. In a suspiciously sexy world.With a system that thinks “breeding” is more important than breathing.And a robot waifu guide who takes everything way too literally.Now he's stuck in a countryside hellhole with zero skills, zero tools, and a suspicious loaf of bread. His only goal?Survive without accidentally triggering a hentai side quest.Too bad the game has other plans.Too bad the villagers are way too friendly.Too bad the only way to unlock skills... is by combining everything.He just wanted to grow carrots.Now he might end up marrying half the village.Tags:Transmigration,Harem (slow burn),Comedy,Slice of Life,Farming Sim,Adult Themes (18+),System,Self-aware Protagonist,Kingdom Building,No Overpowered Skills,Robot Waifu,Skill Fusion and Lewd but Smart

“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.