My Sloppy Husband Is Actually a Handsome Bigshot! - Chapter 30: The Black Porsche

Lothair is a serial killer who detest imperfection on human’s facial features, which resulted in him having a compulsory behavior of wanting to strip people’s faces.After he dies, he finds himself as Narcissus, a beautiful and adorable female NPC inside a state-of-the-art VRMMO world of the latest craze called Fallen Carcosa Online.But despite being a fantasy-filled game, the world feels strangely realistic.Too realistic, even.Game-like systems and magic exist but so do plagues, politics, economy, and the horror hidden in plain sight.When pried open, an actual human-like anatomy can be seen beyond the skin of the NPC’s face—with little to no censor.Everything feels too immersive.Except Narcissus, Lothair’s new identity.When Narcissus tried to scrape off the face of her new adorable body, she found an abyssal void with little to no end.This story marks the birth for the King in Yellow.Warning, this story contain: Male-to-Female Genderbend, GL/Yuri, Occasional Futa MC, Yanderes, Harem, Self-Cest.Follow the creative and attentive Narcissus, a nuanced former serial-killer who will gradually becomes stronger, experienced, maddening, horrifying, but also mature, wise, conflicted, and complex—in this near-endless journey.Where souls unsung and tears unshed.In the land of Lost Carcosa.

Why does Ryunosuke Yusheng commit suicide frequently?

Why did Tohsaka Tokiomi hunt down his disciple?

Why doesn’t Jin glitter cooperate with the emperor?

Why is my king homeless?

Behind all this, is the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality.

Please read this book, a man who plays tricks by comics.

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Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

【Brain battles + leveling up + girls chasing + mild suspenseful reasoning. 】

“I can read minds and I understand psychology.

I can identify everything and even predict my own death.

However, if no girl confesses to me every 30 days, I will die.

The good news is, I've successfully picked up many girls.

The bad news is, the girls who can't have me are starting to go to extremes.

If anyone sees this message, please call an ambu——#$%^&*(……”

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