Sinister Ex-Girlfriend - Chapter 404: Cultivation Examination22

[+18 Novel]Highschool fantasies? Taboos? Blackmail? Neighbors? Twins?Come and witness it all.Max, a fat fuck tech genius was transmigrated to a parallel world similar to earth but not earth, after having regretted not living his youth to the fullest while spending his time as an adult cupped on the desk all day long.Reincarnated in the body of a dead fifteen year old, also Max. A year later, he successfully activated the Taboo System that came to this world with him. And began receiving all sorts of Taboo Tasks within the school premises in order to fulfill his Taboo Quest: SSS Ranked Taboo Student.A school with hierarchy, filled with rich scions from all over the world, and world class teachers. What could really be going on beneath the surfaces.CONGRATULATIONS![Taboo System Activated][---- 100%][SSS- A lonely loser lifestyle without being a loser. Accomplished.]Ding![Taboo Task][Target: Sophia]Growing from a fat decrepit loser in just a year, he went from being a nobody to a world class student while being the bane of every lady he encounters.

A maid who is beaten on behalf of a noble boy.

Some memories of her childhood were cruel, but Yuriel held no resentment towards the boy. Rather, she liked it–The hand that carefully applied medicine to her wounds was always warm.

“M-Master, stop, Raph, sa, save…ah, mm…!”
“That’s why.. I told you.. to wait.. till I returned.”

But the Raphlet that appeared in her dreams showed nothing but passion and lust.

Prophetic dreams.
The ability that was like a stigma drove Yuriel towards an unknown future.

All I want is to be next to you.

«Farming wives in the apocalypse.» Getting a wife is possible. Getting Wives is hard. And in the apocalypse, it’s impossible. But what if you have superpowers that allow you to do anything? I mean everything!

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.