MTL - His Marriage Partner is Scheming - Chapter 36

Miguel transmigrated into the Wild Beast World in the body of a useless teen with the same name as himself after he was betrayed by his disciple, the Harem Emperor, for a knowledge and universal secret that he recently uncovered.In the Wild Beast World, humans could contract Wild Beasts through their Summoning Grimoire, a mysterious book that fated individuals can awaken at the age of 18.In this world of summons and beasts, Miguel awakened with the Beauty Sign-In System, which allowed him to contract legendary beauties as long as he signed in at a specific location.On his first sign-in, he received the Holy Daughter of the Red Family, the Fiery Empress of Legend.Using the Wild Beast World and the Sign-in System as a starting point, Miguel swore to return to the Immortal Cultivation World and settle scores with the Harem Emperor once and for all.Follow Miguel's journey as he reaches for the apex, becoming a legendary figure in all worlds.

A strange dark entity approaches the milky way galaxy. A new era was about to begin and it would choose the fateful one.

Joey always thought that he was unlucky and hopeless. From an early age, he was brought up by the church and ended up adopted by a couple. From then on, his life became not so easy. Poor in studies, abused by his parents.

One day after school, he was hit by a car after saving an old man. “Am I going to die like this? ” He thought. Then the old man suddenly hit his forehead with a strange stone.

[Mutual favorite sweet text + sick Jiao + cute baby] She is a gifted girl, and she is one step away from the Olympic champion, but she unexpectedly became pregnant, passed her dream and fell to the altar.

He is a genius scholar, a cold-blooded, decisive business wizard, a sudden car accident, it is said that his IQ is only five years old.

The first time we met, in the bathroom, he was pulling her clothes: you looked at my body and you have to be responsible for me.

Well, she’s in charge. No one cares about him, she cares, no one loves him, she loves, no one pets, she pets.

Unexpectedly, on a quiet night, he put her on the bed, little thing, this time it’s my turn to spoil you!

The woman smiled wickedly, why don’t you ask my richest father, actress mother, actor brother, MD brother, and that trash twin brother first?

During the day, she hurt him to the bone.

At night, he spoiled her like his life.

The paranoid, arrogant and sickly male protagonist and the salty and sweet sassy female protagonist tease each other sweetly!

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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.