After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Shows - Chapter 111 I’ve Waited for Her

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

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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“Mr. Gatson, there’s a little boy at the reception claiming to be your ancestor.”“Chase him out!”“I don’t dare to, his face looks like a younger version of you!”“...”Five years ago, everyone thought she had passed in the orchestrated explosion.Five years later, she returned with her adorable four-year-old and over a hundred million fans.Immediately, some people started panicking, and all sorts of schemes to defame and frame her came one after another.She kept her cool and dealt with their tricks one by one, destroying the menacing whore, and collecting evidence to make her enemies pay for their deeds.And finally, she was accidentally pampered to no end by the most valuable man in the city!

Have you ever wondered if god exists? If there is life on another planet? Does magic exist? What is there after death? Well, the answer to these questions is not difficult.Follow the story of a young porn lover who reincarnated in a fantasy world as the candidate for the God of sex, eroticism and obscenity.Accompany our protagonist on his journey full of fantasy, intrigue, women and lots of sex.English is not my native language, therefore, I apologize in advance if I present grammatical errors, I appreciate any correction and constructive criticism to improve.