MTL - After Reincarnating, an Evil Consort Only Wants to Torture Scums - Chapter 618 623：

[ Warning: Mature content R-18 ]______________________________Ryan loses his sister in accident, however due to supernatural circumstances he wakes up in an Parallel World before the death of his sister.But before meeting his sister the Zombie Outbreak broke all over the world...After killing 10 zombies, Ryan activated the Apocalypse Overlord System. Doesn't this force him to conquer the world and start his own ideal country?So, Ryan conquered all the way, starting from A City, and embarked on the path of a Apocalypse overlord.Want to survive? Call me master first. No matter you are a high-ranking official, a celebrity singer, a policewoman, or a socialite, you are just under the rule of Ryan. If you want to survive, just be a good girl...______________________________[Things to be noted]1. From the title, you should've guessed it already but let me tell you the story will be filled with many sexual adventures. So... you are welcome to enjoy them.....2. However... don't expect MC to have sexual relations with every woman he meets.Important Note: If you enjoy the story then don't forget tovote your GTs, Power stones and also if you can, send some GIFTS too. This poor soul would appreciate it.Happy reading~________________

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.

“My sister threatens to take my mate. And I let her keep him.”Born without a wolf, Seraphina is the disgrace of her pack—until a drunken night leaves her pregnant and married to Kieran, the ruthless Alpha who never wanted her.But their decade-long marriage was no fairytale.For ten years, she endured the humiliation: No Luna title. No mating mark. Just cold sheets and colder stares.When her perfect sister returned, Kieran filed for divorce the same night. And her family was happy to see her marriage broken.Seraphina didn't fight but left silently. However, when danger struck, shocking truths emerged:☽ That night wasn't an accident☽ Her “defect” is actually a rare gift☽ And now every Alpha—including her ex-husband—will fight to claim herToo bad she's done being owned.***Kieran's growl vibrated through my bones as he pinned me against the wall. The heat of him seared through layers of fabric.“You think leaving is that easy, Seraphina?” His teeth grazed the unmarked skin of my throat. “You. Are. Mine.”A hot palm slid up my thigh. “No one else will ever touch you.”“You had ten years to claim me, Alpha.” I bared my teeth in a smile. “Funny how you only remember I'm yours... when I'm walking away.”

Every ending births a beginning…But humanity’s beginning has reached its end.The heavens burn. The seas boil. Angels descend, and demons rise — the world itself becomes a battlefield for YMIR’S HOLY WAR, the final prophecy that will erase mankind from existence.In the ruins stands AIDEN — not a chosen one, not a savior, just a man who refuses to kneel.When fate itself offers him one miracle — a single wish strong enough to rewrite destiny — he makes the only choice left to a dying world.But miracles have a price.And the gods never lose.Hunted by Heaven, pursued by Hell, Aiden walks a path no mortal was meant to tread — toward the heart of creation, where even time must bow.This is not a story of salvation.It’s a story of rebellion — against prophecy, against gods, against the cruel loop of life and death itself.The apocalypse isn’t coming.It already began the day Aiden made his wish.