What? System Wants Me To Steal MILFs To Become Stronger! - Chapter 225: A Black-Ranked Innate Fate

Son of the Senior Chancellor, Luo Wei, loved the wrong person in his past life. This mistake caused his entire family to be wiped out, and in the end, he was cast down as a pleasure slave, and died in the wilderness during the depths of winter.

Lu Xun was beheading demons and exterminating evil, not knowing what a worthy opponent was. On that day, Lu Xun found himself defenseless as he was beaten by a powerful female demon, unable to fight back, and was forced into marriage with a young demoness.“A real man should not dwell under the influence of demons for too long!”With impassioned words, Lu Xun successfully married into the demon clan. The young demoness was a 400-year-old golden snake, cold as ice, and arrogant. The powerful female demon was a thousand-year-old white snake, mature and charming, with captivating beauty. The little female demon was a 200-year-old fox, mischievous and adorable, full of liveliness.“Something’s not right!”“These female demons are not normal!”However, Lu Xun gradually discovered that not only were these female demons suspicious, but there were even more peculiar things happening outside!

Luo Yi had secretly loved Chu Chen for quite a while and discovered that Chu Chen seemed to really like. . .

Um. . . really like certain 18+ things. . .

So Luo Yi decided to follow Chu Chen’s lead and walked onto a path of being f*cked. . .

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What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”