MTL - The Kung Fu Baby is Four Years Half and has 17 Pampering Brothers - Chapter 542 Precepts and deeds

Warning: Many, like way many lemons and smuts. C'mon guys, you know it's gonna be a good one there's no need to read the synopsis and everything down here, but for context, you can go on but the potential is the first ten chapters, it won't hurt to give it a go, just try it and then thank me later, oh, I will be the one to thank you I guess. See you on the other side.Let's gooooInfinity Money and Endless Smut, lemons. Only the good goode things...___Peter Carter is a 16-year-old orphaned virgin nerd who gets bullied daily at Lincoln High. His escort mother died at birth, he lives with his nurse mom and twin sisters, and his biggest achievement is surviving lunch without getting his ass kicked by quarterback Jack Morrison.___Human! That's what I fucking was. Me and Tommy were bottom-tier NPCs in everyone else's highlight reel. All I did was study and jack off to porn, fantasizing about women I'd never touch—Madison Torres, Mrs. Rodriguez, Sofia Delgado. They existed in a universe where I didn't even register as human.But then everything changed.[DING! You have Awakened the Dark Lord Seduction System!]A system born from the sexual frustration of hundreds of thousands if not billions of women worldwide, my mission was clear: liberate sexually neglected wives, daughters, unsatisfied hot students, my gym instructor, CEOs, frustrated teachers, and touch-starved women while earning System Points that convert to real money (1 SP = $100).[DING! Abilities gained: Magical Fingers, enhanced stats, master-level skills...... Advanced Knowledge downloaded: Master Driving, Massage God, Advanced IT...]The system transformed me from school punching bag to irresistible seductive Dark Lord. Every intimate milestone earns SP—from first kisses to full encounters, cucking husbands saving their neglected wives, widows, wives and mistresses of billionaires while walking on the tight edge of seduction and eventual death if I got discovered by these rich guys I was helping satisfy the wives they'd neglected.Now I'm living a double life: shy nerd by day, dominant seducer by night, making bank while giving desperate women what they've been missing.From bottom-tier loser to supernatural playboy. I turn these neglected women into my women, mine alone as we unleash our hidden desires and forbidden intimacies.

An insurance, a safe city, not afraid of invasion, worry-free reconstruction, welcome to buy invasion insurance!

The player Lei Chi is trapped in the game world and cannot go offline. He has obtained a claim settlement system. As long as his own camp is invaded by the player, he will get a claim settlement treasure box.

From then on, he said the harshest words and suffered the most poisonous beatings.

If others build towers to defend, they are afraid that they will not be able to stop the invasion. If Lei Chi builds towers, they are afraid that the towers are too strong and no one dares to come.

Come on, come and hit me!

“I’m not touching porcelain, I’m cheating!”

“What kind of green onion are you, everyone who wants to beat Lao Tzu has made an appointment until next year, so line up!”

PS: Don’t get me wrong, this is a serious tower defense novel.

- Description from novelbuddy

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

"There was a time in my life where I struggled to breathe. A time where I felt suffocated everyday, but then I met you."

-Turning the gears of fate.

A drop of ink can penetrate the walls, even the walls you took too long to build.

After losing her first love due to a traffic accident, Ibuki Sumire transfers to Tokyo. She wanted to escape, to run away from everything that happened. To start over in a place that didn't have him. But a series of clues lead her to investigating the case behind the accident.

In that place she learns about the masks people wear. The masks people wear to disgui se their feelings. Sometimes you have to look past what you see on the surface.

There she meets him, the person who helps her move forward. But Sumire quickly learns how alike they are. His cold personality is different than the kindness she is used to. However, he is the only one who understands her feelings.

It keeps going around in circles, like a drop of paint. Round and round - an endless stream of pain and lies. But, that stream ended the moment she laid her eyes on his paintings.

Such rich and vibrant colors, it felt like his emotions exploded. Yet, in the corner of his studio, she found it. The real him, a sakura painting of two people walking hand in hand.

A gentle and sweet feeling, something she has never felt before.

[Commissioned Cover by: Vatarison]