MTL - Hedonist Sovereign - Chapter 1915 Qianlongbang

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On the first day of school, Wei Ru Song accidentally fell in front of Xiao Nian’s dick. With his girlfriend witnessing this incident and thinking that he was giving another man a blowjob, this led to a series of misunderstandings.

WRS : I’m not gay I’m not gay I’m not gayyyyyyyyyyyy!

XN : Neither am I.

WRS : Seems like we need to come up with a scheme to clear our names now.

XN : Ok.

So…

Counselor : I saw you and that junior doing it in the grass, *cough*, kiddo, please take note and be a bad influence.

WRS : No we just fell accidentally…

Neighbour : Wei Ru Song can you be quieter in bed? We couldn’t sleep the entire night.

WRS : No that was just Xiao Nian giving me a massage ahh…

Gym Teacher : You guys know what you did in the equipment room, go clean the mats!

WRS : Noooooooo that was just the milk I spilt!!!

Finally,

XN : Senior

WRS : Yeah?

XN : Since they already think we’re gay, why don’t we just let this work itself out.

WRS : … Just what I was thinking.

[Crossover Fic]It was a silent night when a falling star broke through the sky of Westeros and collided in the Stormlands, alerting the Lords of the Realm, including King Jaehaerys Targaryen.Nobody knows where the star came from or what it brought, as the crater was empty when it cleared out. While Prince Aemon Targaryen, King Jaehaerys's son, dismissed it, the Conciliator was skeptical of the event.And his skepticism was not unwarranted, as nobody knew of the viciousness that was brought upon the Realm....No....the world.Drakken, a man from another world, rose from the star-dust and flames after the collision, lurking about the Realm with a terrifying power brought from where he came from. The people of the Realm were not ready for what was to come.

[SPECIAL QUEST:Objective: Have sex with Selene on a crowded metro train.Success Condition: Keep her quiet and avoid being seen.Reward: +7 SP | Unlock: ‘Shadow Touch’ | Bond Access with Selene initiated.]Nash Blaze blinked at the screen.“Excuse me… what?”..............They say the Upperworld is paradise, clean air, real sunlight, and lives worth living.Down here, we've got rust, shadows… and Breakball.A savage fusion of street basketball, bloodsport, and raw spectacle, Breakball is the only way out of the slums.No rules. No mercy. Men and women grind together, shirtless or in skin-tight outfits, fighting for points, pride, and power.Drugs flow. Sex sells. One match can change your life... or end it.And once a year, the rich come down to watch us bleed. The Blood Star Invitational, one shot to rise, or vanish forever.Nash Blaze was built for this world. Quiet. Tactical. Obsessed with winning. A pass-first point ghost who made his trash team look like stars.But on the day of their miracle call-up, his teammates kicked him out.“You're too weak for the pros. Just a ghost on the court.”Even his girlfriend left him, right into the arms of the new team ace.Abandoned, forgotten. Nash was ready to disappear.Until something inside him snapped.[REWRITE SYSTEM ACTIVATED]Categories: Body | Mind | Lust | Dominance. Boosts gained through Training, Victory, Seduction. Trait: Erotic Ascension | Hidden Stat: LegacyNow, Nash can rewrite everything, muscle by muscle, stat by stat. From stamina to sex appeal, reflexes to raw size, every conquest pushes him closer to the top.The court made him a ghost. Now he's coming back as a demon.Fame, vengeance, and women are just the beginning. Because when you're born in the dirt…You don't rise. You burn your way up.

“No one looks at you. No one touches you. You’re a Whitehall now... And you’re mine.” Roman’s voice was a low, dangerous growl against her neck.She tilted her chin, meeting the predator in his eyes with her own cold fire. “I belong to no one, Roman, certainly not a beast in a jersey. If you want to claim me, you’ll have to do better than your father’s signature on a contract.”She spun her wheelchair to leave, but he was faster. His hand locked around her waist, dragging her back as his palm slammed against the wall beside her head.“Don’t you fucking dare me, Estelle.”—Estelle Rutledge was the Ice Queen of the Rutledge sports dynasty: national treasure, global brand, and the financial backbone of her family’s empire.Until one catastrophic crack on the ice shattered her career… and left her in a wheelchair.In the elite world of the one percent, a broken asset becomes a liability.With the Rutledge legacy collapsing under a mountain of debt, Estelle’s own mother did the unthinkable. She sold her daughter to the highest bidder, trading Estelle’s freedom for a check from Magnus Whitehall, the ruthless billionaire owner of a professional hockey empire.But Magnus didn’t buy Estelle for himself. He bought her to be his son’s leash.Roman Whitehall is the NHL’s most dangerous beast. A volatile heir with a scandal-soaked reputation and a temper that threatens the family’s billions. To the league’s board, he’s a loose cannon. To his father, he’s a problem that needs a wife to clean up his image.The command was simple: “Be the one thing he can’t avoid… or lose your legs.”Now Estelle is legally bound to a man who sees their marriage as a cage, and her as the bars holding him in. Roman believes she’s a fragile burden. Estelle thinks he’s a monster fueled by rage and secrets.But inside the Whitehall mansion, built on power, money, and lies, Estelle discovers a terrifying truth: she is not the first “Ice Queen” Magnus Whitehall has broken.Trapped in dynasty politics and a contract signed in blood, Estelle faces an impossible choice. Will she let the Whitehalls destroy what’s left of her… or join forces with the beast she hates most and burn their empire to the ground?Because even though she hates it, Roman Whitehall may be the only man who can help her stand again.Even if he has to break her first.