Mated To An Enemy - Chapter 156 Pride and Desire

In the City of Crime, one law stands above them all: Only the strongest can live.

Loved by the general public, loathed by critics—Duke is this kind of director. The blockbuster films he directs are known for their dazzling rapid cuts, endless explosions and fights, and 200% sensory enjoyment, always relentlessly stimulating the audience’s adrenaline.Critics dislike him.“Duke doesn't care about your soul! He's a sadist! He’s just crazily torturing your eyes and ears!”“I work as hard as I can, and I'm happy to see that, apart from the critics, the audience loves the film. So let’s just ignore the critics. I make movies for the audience to enjoy,” Duke once said.He's the kind of director who injects a dose of testosterone into every man around the world, known as a man born when a comet collided with Earth.Some love him, some hate him, but no one can ignore him...................This is a translation of the book Made in Hollywood by the Author white thirteen

In an era where everyone venerates the gods, Lu Ran, a high school junior, reveres a mysterious being brought to him.From then on,the mortal realm gained a wandering believer.Gods fend off demons with slick maneuvers, exhibiting flamboyant skills unique in their own right, whilst Lu Ran knows deep down that he is genuinely a devout follower!The story begins in an old residential building...

“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.