The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish - Chapter 467 - 270: Oops, We Finally Caught the Big One! (Please Subscribe)

After a night, surprisingly I acquired a husband!

Well, the fact is that after a one-night stand, I unwittingly signed a marriage agreement.

There isn’t a bad in-law relationship but instead a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law alliance.

The purpose of our alliance: Make my husband interested in women!

Frankly speaking, a man who isn’t interested in a woman … is he gay? Having a husband who is suspected to be a gay, I will fight for him and not let him go astray.

So I raise my eyebrows and with a wicked smile: My dear husband, wait and see how I am going to teach you to be a real man!

- Description from Novelupdates

【1】
President Song Bai has written abusive articles for ten years, exclusively abusing Sadin.
Song Bai put on the male worm in the pen and was abusing Sadin.
Looking left and right, I couldn’t bear it.
In the end, I decided to take it home and pamper it.
【2】
As soon as the news that the female insects hurt the male insects came out, the whole country was in an uproar, and the people who ate melons said they would definitely leave.
The males say no to leave, eat melons and say revenge before leaving.
The male worm basks in the first baby, eats the melon and says that he will leave after giving birth to the male cub.
The male worm took a group photo of a family of four, eating melons and saying…he couldn’t say anything.
【3】
The moment he hurt the hero, Sardin’s heart was ashes.
He was full of despair, and he was willing to accept any punishment as long as he did not divorce.
Many years later, the heirs are around their knees, and their lover is on the side.
Sadin realized later that this punishment was to punish him for peace and joy in this life.

The outside is sloppy, the inside is indifferent, and the outside is cold and the inside is soft.
Note: Zerg background, it doesn’t matter if you read it for the first time
Note 2: Mutual favor, attack favor, just look at favor and attack with caution.
Note 3: Clean party carefully

Content tags: childbirth, a soft spot, interstellar sweet text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Song Bai, Sadin ┃ Supporting role: wb@一二三外人 ┃ Others:

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Talismans are a part of cultivation and what a better way to get into cultivating than to have the three top sects send talismans around.The “good” sect sends a talisman to make someone extremely beautiful.The “bad” sect sends a talisman to make everything around the person turn into a death sentence.The “neutral” sect sends a talisman of amplification by accident.What happens to a woman who has just gotten pregnant?Everything hits her belly.Join in as Rex who is in the fourth mortal realm gets a second chance to cultivate.

“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.