Immortal Starry Sky - Chapter 267 - 252 Great Merit_3

WARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at your own risk ⛔️The young lady, Ines Hamilton. With an innocent face, she was actually secretly writing an 18+ romance novel. This was a secret hobby that must not be known by anyone… But she got discovered by her older brother’s friend, Duke Carcel Anderson. “I’ll help you. What do you want to know?” And so every night, the lady’s sensual hobby began with practical references.PS: This is a slow pace novel but I promise it would be worth your time.

After dying alone in a mental institution, Fang Junrong discovered that she was the evil mother-in-law in a prominent family doting novel. Her daughter-in-law was the female lead who was loved by all.

In the novel, the female lead was kind and nice, and the male lead loved her so much that he’d die for her in a heartbeat.

Her future father-in-law doted on her and treated her better than his own daughter.

Fang Junrong, the evil mother-in-law, was the only one who didn’t care for her. She had gotten the evil character’s script and wanted to set the female lead up every chance that she got and finally landed herself in the mental institution.

After she was rebirthed and facing her son who wanted her blessings, Fang Junrong tore up the script. Whoever wanted the role of the evil mother-in-law could have it! She was going to get a divorce and take half of the money, then she’d figure out where she wanted to go from there!

In his previous life, Zhang Beixing died young due to health reasons, but he was reborn back in his college days.Looking at this young, healthy but frail body, he decides to start working out rigorously from today onwards, to become strong and healthy.【Question: I want to enhance my constitution and keep getting stronger, what should I do?】Zhang Beixing seeks help online, and by sheer coincidence, the Persuasion System appeared. As long as he listens to advice and implements others' suggestions, he could acquire Ability Points and get stronger indefinitely.“Run too slow? Run with weights! Carry a load of fifty pounds, and run a crazed ten kilometers every day, you'll be as light as a feather.”“Lack of jumping strength? That's because you haven't done the Left Foot Stepping on Right Foot. Workout like this and you can reach the sky...”

“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.