Falling In Love With The King Of Beasts - Chapter 100: Tribal Tension

Reborn in a parallel world, this place is imbued with eeriness everywhere... Do not enter the bathroom after midnight. At two in the morning, the sound of knocking resonates on time. A woman, haggard and emaciated, always stands with her back to oneself. Encountered a strange event? Lucky for me, I can Rewind! This is the story of a Reincarnator, carefully navigating a reality invaded by the bizarre, combating the strange with bizarre poses.

Shen Man never thought that he would be taken away by the dog because he went out to buy goods, and then became the same name in the parallel world.

The conditions at home are not good, and my sister is worried, and she is afraid of being found out that it is not the original.

This is how to do?

Xin Yiheng packed his luggage and went to the countryside directly!

No matter what, if you have a golden finger, are you still afraid of going to the countryside?

It’s just that Shen Man never imagined that he, who has always been a loner, would be stolen by a rough guy.

A rough guy: Stealing your heart? I want people!

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[Mature Content][18+ Only] [Hidden Relationship]“Do you like what you see?” I asked provocatively, feeling his gaze travel down my bare skin.Christian pushed me onto the bed, leaning over me. I noticed how his eyes darkened with a deep desire.“Yes, Leslie, I like it very much,” he replied in a whisper, placing his lips on mine.His kiss sent a wave of fire through my body, making me crave his touch even more.--------------Twenty-year-old Leslie Moresi is the second daughter of the prestigious Moresi family. While her life may seem glamorous from the outside, the reality is that she is a bird locked in a gilded cage.Controlled and unable to make any of her own decisions, she begins to feel all of the color fade from her life.One day, she attends an important business dinner with her family, where she meets the elusive Christian Vittoria, the most eligible man in the country -- turning her life upside down.So what if he is about to become her brother-in-law?#noharem #hiddenrelationship #smut

“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.