Reincarnated as a Duck: A beast progression litrpg isekai - Chapter 227: Tagg's City

He was always accommodating her in every possible way before they started dating.After they started dating, she couldn’t help but ask: “Do you like me a lot?”His gaze was intense, and without hesitation, he said: “Mm, I like you a lot.”She was stunned, looking at him and was lost for a moment. It took her a while to react, and she casually asked again—“Uh... so before, did you and your girlfriends...”“I've never had a girlfriend,” he interrupted. “Su Wan, before meeting you, I never intended to fall in love.”...This is the story of a cool and elegant violinist making a high-profile declaration of love to a shy, beautiful man.Warm, quirky, sweet but not cloying.

# FAMILY LIFE

Su Xiaoxiao was taking a nap but opened her eyes to find that she had transmigrated and was now in the body of a plump girl. From a dignified military doctor, she was now a glutton and a slacker. What’s more, she often terrorized people in the village, together with her father and brother. That was why nobody for miles around was willing to marry her. Although her family managed to arrange a marriage to an illustrious family, the groom ran away on the day of the wedding.

When her father said he would nab her a husband, she was not expecting him to do so literally by capturing Wei Ting with a sack after he was exhausted from fighting bandits. Su Cheng smiled mysteriously at his daughter. “Dad has good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”

“Either.”

“I captured a husband for you. He’s a hundred times better looking than He Tongsheng! You’ll definitely like him!”

“Then, what’s the good news?” she asked in a daze.

Su Cheng decided to go with the flow and changed his words.

“The good news is that you don’t have to give birth any more! My son-in-law has already given us children!”

After getting married, Su Xiaoxiao led a busy life of changing her gangster father and younger brother for the better, saving the life of her gorgeous husband, and raising her three rascals… Plus, she unexpectedly became one of the most powerful ladies of the Yan Dynasty!

After being struck by a crazed driver, Eden found himself reincarnated into another world as the last heir of one of the three most powerful clans.Immediately after birth, he was declared a powerful god known as 'Doom'. However, he soon realized that he had been reborn into a world from a novel he had never read, only seen advertised.In this world, evil souls and exorcists existed in secret, hidden from the citizens who lived in ignorance of their presence. Exorcists were born to rid the world of evil souls, maintaining the balance of the world.Eden was born with the power of Doom, and his eyes were meant to be covered at all costs, for anything they gazed upon would meet its demise.Determined to control his power, Eden struggled but failed. Everything changed when the inevitable finally arrived...[Ding! You have obtained the Doom system]A system that shall create the pact for him to tame his power and successfully defeat the evil souls.[Special ability! Host has the special eyes of doom from birth][Ding! Reversing weak aura into......]Eden was reborn with the most chaotic power and it is only a matter of time before we know what this ability shall cause upon this world.

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.