MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me - Chapter 852 Sports students vs dance students 84

Champion dream of an e-sports boy!
Champion dream of an e-sports boy!
Champion dream of an e-sports boy!

- Description from Uukanshu

In a world where human and monsters relied on mystical fruits and their inner power to fight for dominance, a lost soul was thrown, given the powers from all the other worlds he’s known. But there was a catch; he had no control over what power he would get! With knowledge beyond that of most, he sails his path to the top of the one piece world!

This script was originally supposed to be about a Scum Gong x Cheap Shou — the Scum Gong abuses the Cheap Shou, the Cheap Shou became hopelessly apathetic, the Scum Gong became a Cheap Gong, and the Cheap Shou abuses the Cheap Gong.

That should have been the case!!!!!

But the script began to unfold—-

The Scum Gong was reborn to the past, and encountered the Cheap Shou who also got reborn.

The Scum Gong was horrified to discover that the Cheap Shou had changed his job and became a beast-like, ruthless, blackened Gong, ahhhhh help!

The f*cking miserable Scum Gong was taken and defiled, then defiled and taken, then after being taken from the front he was taken from the back, and finally he was taken into a loyal dog, sensual, tsundere Shou!

- Description from Novelupdates

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?