MTL - Dressed As a Green Tea Female Supporting Role In Three Texts - Chapter 66

Ordinary Archer·Full Level Conditions: 1, Hit the bullseye at least fifty meters away ten times; 2, Any kind of mixed grains 100 pounds; 3, Meat 50 pounds.Elite Archer·Full Level Conditions: 1, Become a Full Level Ordinary Archer; 2, One eye from three different animals each; 3, Any kind of mixed grains 300 pounds; 4, Meat 200 pounds.…………If you're not ruthless, you can't stand firm!If your heart isn't venomous, it's hard to establish a foothold!“I just wanted to live a peaceful life, why do you all force me?”Looking at the enemies in front of him, Fang Zhixing's eyes became fierce.This is the story of an ordinary person who transmigrated into a mysterious world, rose from obscurity with the help of Full Level Cheats, and gradually climbed to the pinnacle, fiercely contending against all adversaries.

Elizabeth, a girl with an unusual personality is reincarnated into the body of a mute woman in what appeared to be medieval times. However, the people surrounding her seemed familiar. She had transmigrated as the dead villainess's older sister in a +19-rated novel she read long ago in her past life.Marianne, the previous owner of the body, had a tragic past. Abused by his obsessed older brother and little sister, the part of her soul left in the body doesn't give Elizabeth freedom.Now she will discover the truth behind Marianne's condition, experience unknown feelings, and recall her past to overcome these new difficulties.'I'm gonna go crazy...how is it that this girl didn't even have her name mentioned in the novel?... some authors really are idiots...'_________________________________Give some love to my other book too ^^~• Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure* To find my book you have to either search the title or my pen name. It will not show on my profile._________________________________TAGS:#R18 #SlowPaced, #Romance, #Smut, #Medieval, #Trauma, #Father&Daughter...(Sigh... so many tags... do emphasise #SlowPaced ^^)_________________________________This is an original Story ^^Author: XimenoideX

【Kill decisively! Domineering! Violent and invincible text! 】

Mu Huang, the helm of the Earth Trillion Group, was framed by his family and died.

The soul travels to a fantasy world where force is paramount, and becomes the Longhan Dynasty, one of the three founding families, Mujia, and the most talented one since the founding of the country!

However, at the age of sixteen, he was murdered by an adulterer because of drunkenness, and was sent to the frontier to never return to the imperial capital.

I thought that life in the frontier would be with me for the rest of my life, but unexpectedly when I just turned 18, I suddenly activated the “Three Thousand Demon God Lottery System” and gave away ten consecutive draws at the Demon God level at the beginning!

Congratulations to the host for getting “Chaos Demon Sacred Body”, “Chaos Evil Eye”, “Chaos Heart”, “Devil Luohu Two-Second Experience Card”, “Three Thousand Demon God Fragments*10”, “Chaos Demon God Essence Blood”, “Chaos Personal Guard*2” …

Time flies, and seven years later, the pilgrim minister actually decreed that Mu Xiaoqian, the shepherd family, betrothed to the royal family of the Great Yuan Dynasty next door.

When Mu Huang learned of this, he was furious, how could his sister’s marriage be dominated by others.

  On the same day, with the Hundred Emperor Dragon Knights that he had personally trained, blood-stained the imperial capital, entered the imperial city…

However, it was told that Mu Xiaoqian was picked up by the Yuan Dynasty mission yesterday…

The Desolate King was furious: Since you don’t want to be emperor, then let your son do it instead!

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“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.