God of Thunder - Book 1 - Chapter 2: Lightning Stamp

One night she gets drunk and mistakes the most well-known Mafia boss for a Host* and intends to sleep with him.

Noir, third son of a “beggar noble,” lost his job and was at a loss, but fortune struck just as he was contemplating becoming an adventurer.

A famous website had a live farm channel with a very special anchor. In the fish pond where he worked, the smallest fish was at least a meter long. Whenever people got close to them, the fish used their tails to smack them.

Visitors felt that it was impossible for someone to eat one of these fish in their lifetime.

Then one day, Yan Ran arrived at the fish pond. This new boss was not only beautiful and exquisite, but also an excellent chef. After that, the style of the show changed.

“This fish is too fat, it will affect its health. It can be made into sweet and sour fish!

“The weather’s been very cold recently, so the grass carp might struggle to survive. I’ll make them into boiled fish!”

“Urgh, how can catfish whiskers roll like noodles? The ugliness is blinding! Well, lets braise them!”

One day when Yan Ran was about to eat a live fish on his show, a big glowing fish appeared in his tank.

Live visitors: ▼_▼

Koi King( Koi : A fish that represents good luck): ▼_▼

Yan Ran: So big, needs two grills, one for salty and one for spicy! [JPG(Picture): Excited Cat Ears]

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The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”