My SSS-Rank Class Is Blood Monarch! - Chapter 364 - - God’s Gate (Part 2)

【 Warning: Mature Content R-18 】Jack discovers an app that gives him the power to charm any woman he wants.From powerful CEOs and influential political leaders to enigmatic personal secretaries and alluring actresses, no one can resist his charm.Join Jack on an exhilarating adventure as he skillfully navigates a captivating world, effortlessly attracting alluring mercenaries, enigmatic maids, and even dangerously seductive mafia bosses, all of whom become his devoted allies.Jack's SUDIX App Profile:Name: JackAge: 25/85 (Extra life: $1 million/year)Height: 6'2“Attributes:Stamina: 10 (Maximum)Endurance: 10 (Maximum)Charm: 10 (Maximum)Abilities:Fiery Eyes Ability: This ability allows the user (often depicted in fictional contexts) to visualize sensitive points on women's bodies, revealing areas that may elicit heightened responses or sensations.Conception Control Ability: The power to intentionally decide whether a woman gets pregnant during sexual intercourse.Lust Demon: Grants the user the power to make any woman surrender completely after one encounter if they ejaculate inside her.[This Ability also has some hidden functions ]Women: (Count of women who are under his spell)Enjoy the ride; it's going to be a wild one!

“The first rule of Duskwind Academy is not to look the Alphas in the eyes. I broke the first rule, and now, four of them want me… and everyone else wants me gone.”___________The werewolf world is crumbling. Power-hungry elites have ruled lawlessly for centuries, and now the packs are collapsing. To restore balance, the Moon Goddess begins choosing humans from across the globe and giving them the werewolf gift. These “Moon-Blessed” are her final hope.Heidi Remington is one of them.Unwanted, gifted, and dropped into the ruthless Pack, she’s taken in by the Delta’s family, only to be treated like a glorified servant for being human-born. She's enrolled in the Duskwind Pack Academy where the power games are even worse, and the Moon-Blessed are barely tolerated.Heidi just wants to survive her first day. But everything changes the moment she locks eyes with the four feared, admired, and untouchable Alpha heirs of Duskwind.They weren’t supposed to notice her. They definitely weren’t supposed to feel the bond. Now, with four possessive Alphas circling her and the entire academy out for blood, Moon becomes the center of a storm she never saw coming.And in Duskwind,storms don't pass… they destroy.

"When will people understand.... I'm only half insane?"

“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.