MTL - My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker - Chapter 1400 2.836 selling cute little white snakes

Raphael loves women in relationships.It's always been a problem of his. He just can't help it.And now that he's been accepted into the Magical Five Schools, a place filled with some of the most beautiful women he has ever seen, he's able to live out his fantasy to even greater lengths.But his addiction puts him in difficult situations. Some so serious that even his life is put at risk.How will he navigate this new environment, whilst living his life to his most lustful desires?With the help of his unique powers and being granted the S-Rank, Raphael Brooks' will surely live an adventurous life in the Nation of Vailstone.

{System Online} {System Activating} {System Activation Complete.} {User Detected: Jake Lucas.} * {Main Quest: Grow strong enough to defeat your foes.} *{Warning: Darkness Approaches. No One Is Safe.}* 200 years ago, humanity almost faced extinction at the hands of the werewolves. The world survived, but the cost was unimaginable. Victory was hard-earned—and the price paid is still unknown. After seeing the war wasn’t heading anywhere, the werewolves receded to grow their strength while letting the humans recover. Now, sixteen-year-old Jake Lucas is thrust into a battle he never wanted. Weak, outcast, and haunted by his parents’ brutal deaths, Jake is just trying to survive at Aurora Academy. But when a strange orb activates the Slayer System, everything changes. Quests, skills, and powers that could make him stronger than he ever dreamed. But power comes with a price. With each new level, Jake uncovers dark secrets—about the werewolves, the academy, and the shadows lurking beneath them all. The world is more dangerous than he imagined, and a hidden force is stirring, ready to rise once again. Jake’s only hope lies in mastering the Slayer System—but as the stakes grow higher, he’ll learn the real question isn’t how strong he can become, but *how far he’s willing to go* to stop an ancient evil from being unleashed. **But the system has a final warning: Jake isn’t the only one unlocking power. And the clock is ticking.**

I was just your average burnout. Now I’m a kobold in a dungeon where everything wants to eat me—and frankly, I get it. I look delicious.Reincarnated as the weakest possible monster in the worst possible place, I start with nothing but panic, backward knees, and a skill called Civilization Mimicry—which is sealed. Because of course it is.But survival isn't the story.This is the story of what comes after.Of finding meaning in the scraps. Of building law from ashes. Of kindling memory in a place designed to erase.Because even if the world sees kobolds as nothing, I’ve seen what we used to be.And I’m going to bring it back.Firelight by firelight. Burial by burial. One fragile tradition at a time.Because if the world wants kobolds to be nothing?Then I’ll teach it what nothing becomes when it learns to dream.

“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.