Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married - Chapter 9 - I’m Using Your Man (II)

ichiro sakutaa 16 year old High schoolstudent who is so hornythat even the boy's are afraid of him and no one tries to be close with him, and he doesn't get any sex in his world due to some acts of his and verious reasons that we will find out,but one day he gets transmigrated to another world where gender morales are reversed and women's are more sexually aggressiveas soon as he realised this he begins his journey to start hisHarem but he doesn't understand that he is letting his impulsive thoughts to do evil things and becomes a sexual perverted serial killer( his Harem will not accept eachother )( either with one of them or be dead )( rape, piss drinking, scat, loli, pedo, super pedo, femboy, cross-dressing, heavy spitting/saliva drinking fetish, heavy necrophilia sex, cannibalism sex, food sex fetish, incest, forced feminization, penetration, sexual killing, zoophilia, animal sexual abuse )mc is beyond degeneration pure evil

Feng Fan, a high school senior with dreams of becoming a successful Xianxia web novelist, never imagined his life would turn into the very story he aspired to write.Summoned to another world alongside his entire class, he finds himself thrust into the White Crow Sect, a place for cultivating immortality.However, his talent for Qi Cultivation is deemed the lowest possible.Just as despair threatens to consume him, Feng Fan discovers his unique cheat ability: Mind-Reading. Armed with this secret ability, he maneuvers through schemes, outwits his enemies, charms beauties, and ascends the heavens!“Feng Fan, do you dare to steal my legacy?” Third rate-villain 1“Feng Fan, you bastard, you stole my wife! I’ll erase your clan from existence!” Third rate-villain 2“Please, improve your plans, I can see your schemes from miles away!” Feng Fan.#comedy #cultivation #yandere #tsundere #transmigration #r18 #faceslapping #haremDisclaimer: This is a COMEDY cultivation novel, the comedy is the main point.NO ntr, NO yuri

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.