MTL - After Being Forced To Kiss the Boss - Chapter 30 Want to be together?

I am Stephen, assistant to Vegapunk. After transmigrated to the One Piece world and failing in the attempt to take down Imu in collaboration with the Revolutionary Army, I unexpectedly found myself transmigrated again, this time to the Pokémon world.Although my body has become smaller, my mind remains as sharp as ever. My current identity is:The Chief Pokémon Professor of the Pokémon LeagueA mind 500 years ahead of its timeExecutive Vice-Leader of Team RocketThe second Master-level Trainer after Professor RowanThe benefactor recognized by Rayquaza as its successorHonorary Chairman of the Alola LeagueSupreme Commander of Dark Pokémon!

After a tragic incident, young noble Lucien Lootwell falls into a coma and awakens later with memories from a past life in another world. Once a hardcore gamer, Lucien now finds himself in a fantasy realm where power is measured by strength, status… and the rarity of what you can claim.To his shock, his awakened skill, Drop Rate: MAX, is a broken skill that guarantees items from subjugated targets. While others struggle for scraps, Lucien pulls in legendary weapons, lost tomes and fortune beyond belief.But noble life is far from peaceful. Surrounded by rivals, political vipers and a secret tied to his cheats, Lucien must balance his past life's cunning with his new world’s expectations. As he builds a force from the ground up, one question remains. Was this reincarnation a second chance… or part of a bigger game he’s yet to understand?

Upon opening his eyes, Muyang realized that he found himself in Dragon Ball’s world filled with dangerous people like Vegeta, Frieza, Cell, Majin Buu.

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?”