Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise! - Chapter 141 Esmeralda & Pyris

Sam Sanderson is envied by many for his job, however he himself didn't seem to like it much.

Due to his expertise in nanotechnology he was tasked with monitoring the state the Valkyries, humanity's strongest weapons who all just happen to be made into gorgeous females.

Forbidden from even touching any of them, Sam spends his days in agony watching flowers he couldn't hope to touch. However one day all of that seemed to change.

Her voice cracked. “The picture. My picture… it’s all over Instagram. It’s everywhere, Liam!”Silence.Then a careless sniff. “Yeah. Saw it.”“‘Saw it’?” she repeated. “You’re the only one I sent it to last night! Now it’s EVERYWHERE. What the hell did you do?!”Liam let out a sharp breath. “Jesus, Bella. Relax.”“Relax?” she whispered. Her voice rose, raw and hysterical. “My naked body is trending and you want me to relax?!”Bella Rivers didn’t come to Whitethorn Academy looking for a second chance.She came to disappear in a new world, somewhere no one knew her name. Not the boy who leaked her nudes, and especially not her best friend who gave nothing but pure evil in return for her love.Fresh in a new school in the heart of the forest she blends in like a chameleon.Sensing the energy from the last living descendant of the cursed Moonblood line, four boys powerful and untouchable, the Greek gods, start circling around her like they’ve picked up a scent.“Did I become this beautiful overnight?”Luca Damaris, a power-intoxicating werewolf would tear to pieces anyone who so much as touches the sand she walked on.But he dies in a wrong bonding with Bella.Or not?

“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.

Nine harmonic zither chords shook the universe, who dared to not acknowledge the lord?