So What If It's an RPG World - Volume 11 Chapter 11: Going to Church

[You have entered the dungeon at Gwachun Station’s 1st Exit.] When former high school student Kang Woojin finds himself returned back to Earth after being forcibly summoned to a foreign planet for 20 years, he soon finds that Earth is not the same, normal place as he once remembered it to be.

What if the president always coerces her to do “hard work” on the grounds of deducting her salary?
To do or not to do?
After finishing the work, Lin Sheng silently took out his mobile phone, opened the circle of friends, and pressed down word by word:
The president asked me to work at her house again!
President, she has a little white face!
The woman behind the successful woman is me! it’s me!

Domineering domineering president X small staff
The daily life of the president and the staff is so sweet and sweet~

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I’ve had my fair share of weird wake-ups, but opening my eyes in Black Clover as some no-name extra? That’s a new one, and let me tell you—it’s not exactly the dream reincarnation scenario. Turns out, I’m Sebastian Silva, a guy so insignificant he’s barely a footnote in the series. Oh, and did I mention I’m the father of Noelle Silva and the husband of Acier Silva, the most badass woman in the Clover Kingdom? Yeah, talk about pressure.The kids hate me, my wife barely acknowledges me, and my role in the family is pretty much non-existent. But now that I’ve got my past life’s memories and a second chance, I’m not about to let things slide. With Acier on her deathbed, family dysfunction through the roof, and powerful players lurking in the shadows, I’ve got a lot on my plate.Saving my wife? Reconnecting with my children? Staying under the radar of the Wizard King and some seriously dangerous enemies? It’s not the easiest transmigration, but hey—we’ll live with it.*NOTE: Although all chapters will be written by me, to maintain daily upload, and not lower quality, because I have many time commitments like university, work, etc. Chapter's will be subjected to revision and editing through Grammarly AI.

[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.