MTL - Those Sweet Times - Chapter 41 Heads-up (⊙v⊙)

Kota Sakamoto—virgin weeb, social reject, and hentai game addict—gets sucked into a perverted dungeon world straight out of Carnal Labyrinth EX, the 18+ erotic strategy game he secretly 100%-cleared.The catch?All eight of his hot classmates and their strict MILF teacher got dragged in with him.The other catch?They hate his guts.Worse still, this dungeon world is exactly like the game—every level a twisted, orgasm-fueled survival puzzle where failure means death by overstimulation, lust-monsters, or trap-triggered climaxes that literally drain your soul.He’s the only one who knows how to survive.They either listen to the virgin... or moan themselves to death.Bondage plants, lewd slime traps, fetish trials, and orgasm boss fights await—and the only way forward is obedience.What starts as reluctant cooperation turns into obsession, as each girl slowly falls for the boy they once mocked...…the virgin who’s now their dungeon master.

mc gets transmigrated to Fallout New Vegas with the merchant system. let the questionable adventure begin.

“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.

As the youngest captain of the league team, Yu Zhaohan knew that if he wanted to establish his prestige, he must establish a stable personality. His eyes were indifferent, he has a cold face, and he always used a full stop when sending messages. Especially in front of Shi Du, the new transfer, who was too much to handle.

Everyone thought Yu Zhaohan is a beautiful and cold flower, and so did Shi Du. He has never been interested in Bking, and he was too lazy to interact with Yu Zhaohan. Until one day, Shi Du ended his vacation early and returned to the base.

He saw Yu Zhaohan wearing a little dinosaur’s plush pajamas, sitting cross-legged on the sofa watching “Ultraman”, battling an unopenable canned fruit, and even using his teeth.

The two looked at each other, and the scene was very awkward.
Yu Zhaohan’s face was still cold, but his ears were red: “It’s a misunderstanding, I’m not a fool.”

“I see.” Shi Du smiled and approached Yu Zhaohan with full aggression, “Then, does the captain need help?”

After the two dated –
Shi Du: “Do you know baby, you don’t need to pretend to be in front of your boyfriend.”

Yu Zhaohan pondered for a long time, then slowly raised his head: “Oh… can that boyfriend touch my head?”

Note: Bking : Something like a “bking” is a king of “装逼“ which is someone who does cool stuff effortlessly or everything they do is unusually “cool”.

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