His Wife Calls The Shots - Chapter 1633: Children Speak Their Minds

I was betrayed. Slaughtered. Left to die by the people I trusted most — the women who loved me, and the hero I called a brother.But death wasn’t the end.Ten years before it all collapsed, I opened my eyes again. Same world. Same faces. But this time... I had a System.Not just any system — a Sex System bound to my very body. Each conquest fuels my power. Every ring I unlock grants me new skills.They thought I was weak. Disposable. Easy to manipulate.Now, I’ll corrupt them one by one.Not just for revenge... but for pleasure.Reincarnated with a Sex System. Bound by lust. Driven by vengeance.No one gets out untouched.

A number of university students are given a simple survey in which they must watch a number of short films and rank them in order of preference. The reader takes the survey along with them with the short films being told as short stories.

This is a brand new story.

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?”