MTL - The Rumored Second Son - Chapter 9 marked again

[Warning: Mature Content(BL/Mpreg)]On the frontier planet Solaris-10, Zach, a businessman, runs the galaxy's most unconventional ranch/maternity ward. His employees are a bunch of homeless aliens called Genmen who've found their calling as the universe's most sought after baby-makers and nectar producers.These alien dudes pop out babies easier than any human could, and their precious nectar comes with healing properties that drives pharmaceutical markets absolutely wild, keeping Zach's operation very, very profitable.It a mutual benefit, and everyone's winning: his Genmen get their daily needs. Zach gets to swim in profits. It's simply capitalism with a nursery attached, and Zach couldn't be happier with his unconventional but lucrative empire.But success breeds competition, and rival businesses are circling like vultures, eager to poach his most fertile employees with bigger contracts and better offers. They want his Genmen, they want his profits, and they'll stop at nothing to get both.Zach would rather die than see that happen. But protecting them in a world where everyone has a price might be harder than he ever imagined.*******Disclaimer!!!This book is packed with extremely explicit sexual content. It's made for readers who enjoy raw, uncensored material. You'll find graphic male/male encounters, hardcore scenes, and sexual content that pushes boundaries. It's dark, it's intense, and yeah, some might call it depraved.If you're under 18 or don't want to read about explicit gay sex, fetishes, and unfiltered carnal acts - DO NOT READ THIS BOOK!You've been warned. Reading beyond this point means you're a consenting adult who knows exactly what you're getting into. If you nevertheless choose to proceed and find yourself offended or disturbed, DO NOT BLAME THE AUTHOR.This is your final advisory. 18+ ONLY.Please take note: This is fiction. Everything in here came from imagination. Characters, places, events - all made up. Any connection to real people or events is pure coincidence.Let's begin...

{Author Of Old-World Extra}There was nothing special about my life... except for how I died.I went out in the dumbest, most ridiculous way possible; even a dog’s death would’ve made for a better sight.But hey, that wasn’t even the weird part. Not by a long shot.For whatever reason, my soul had gotten ripped out and shoved into the body of some “Villain” in a faraway land.Yep, you heard that right. A clichéd “Villain.” And I’ve got ten days before he’s publicly executed.This guy—well, I—used to be a Beggar.One that grew into a Seeker, then a Magi, then a Professor, and then...A Sultan.The one ruler of the entire world.Now? I’m stuck facing the people I used to love, ready to pay for all the “evil” I’ve done.Fate seemed hellbent on ending me, no matter where I went, but just as I was about to give up...A Script appeared before my mind’s eye.{Would you like to witness your real history, your Path?}{Would you like to make it past your Promised Day?}{Would you like to become a True King?}{If so, repeat after me…}It gave me one word—ancient, powerful, and clear.“BASSORĀH!”Many paths came together.—This is a story about suffering. Anger. And Forgiveness.Extra Tags: Drama, Reaction, Misunderstanding, Transmigration. Time Travel.

Honjou Kaede was invited by her friend, Shiromine Risa to play a VRMMO.

I don’t hate games, but painful things are a little……no, I hate it very, very much.

Eh!…the pain would be reduced if I placed stats on defense power?

Then, the only place where I can place it, is there right? Right?

Solidly fortify everything into defense, now here I come!

Listen here, because I've seen it with my very own eyes.William Oh was born on the hundredth floor of The Tower, to the greatest Climbers of the ancient world, steeped in the Tower's lethal miasma from the moment he drew breath, giving him strange and unnatural powers.They say he is an immortal being who circles the dreams of mortal men, resurfacing wherever the need is greatest. Those who disparage him will fall into despair, but if you're a Climber in a tight scrape, look to the sky and say a little prayer.Maybe he will appear?Odds are probably better if you pay for my drink.- Rumor overheard on a 1st Floor Tavern. Originator did not pay his tab.