Remember Self-Control: Bossy Husband Loves Me Deep to Soul - Chapter 22: Twists and Turns

The end of the world has come, the world order is in chaos, and human morality has declined.Li Yu, a cold man, was reborn and won a 30-million bonus at the start of his new life. He built a god-level base and hoarded resources.While others were struggling on the brink of starvation to death, Li Yu was enjoying himself on the rooftop, having a barbecue and drinking beer.

“….Krische-sama, are you not afraid of killing people?”

“……? No. After all, it doesn’t hurt Krische.”

Although gifted with the talent to do anything with ease, the girl lacked empathy.

In her world, there is only loss and profit. No goodwill, no love.

Inhumanly recognizing cold, mathematical logic as everything, she looks at everything in the world through calculating lens.

Return given profit with profit, loss with loss.

The girl was undoubtedly pure, yet undeniably abnormal—

Her favorite things are cooking, food, and being pampered.

Her specialty is mu*der.

—- This is the story of a slightly unhinged girl being surrounded by kind and loving people, and her journey to find happiness.

[40,000 Words Before Lock-In] [R-18] [No NTR] [Smut] [Legal Teens] [Single MILFs] [Feisty GILFs] [Dangerously Funny]Renowned worldwide as Everyman, Joji Sins dominated the adult industry for decades, winning Best Adult Actor four years straight from 2010 to 2028, and building a strange kind of public love through quiet philanthropy despite his dirty reputation.Thirty years later, Joji is seventy seven, nearly completely deaf, and no longer in front of the camera. He did not get washed away. He retired into power instead, directing the scenes himself and still going strong.On the side, he even earned a proper medical license and became a real doctor.Then one ordinary day turns cruel. A broken light bulb. A ladder slip. A back that almost snapped wrong.The hospital discharges him three days later like he is already finished.His stomach grumbled after being in such a gloomy environment. A hotdog for a dollar across the road. Not too bad of a deal.After almost getting hit by a rearing armored truck, he got his change from a fan.Fucking finally you thought? Wrong.A runaway truck hurtles toward him.Joji breathes in relief. He is alive, just scraped up, glass shards biting into his wrinkled skin.Then something sprays his face. The stink is sharp, hard alcohol. His eyes track the source. Unleaded gasoline is gushing nearby.“Mother fu...”...Joji gasps and wakes. An unfamiliar bed. Gaudy ceiling ornaments. Steel clashing outside. A splitting headache.Memories that are not his punching through his skull. As he reaches for reality, a cold presence snaps into place before his eyes.{Welcome, good Sir Joji of Sins.}