MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police - Chapter 47 Second Fried Shinkansen 2

In his previous life Bai Lang was a small star. He rejected his boss and stupidly engaged in a relationship which he thought was true love.

Warning: Sexual Content, Milfs, Netori, lemons, and, stealing other's wifes, fiances and, more.Note:- Insane Milfs sex, Netori and, lemons will appear from chapter number 90... literally, there will many so hang on if you can...(As the author of this book, I hope, you enjoy from your heart and, also dick and, I also hope you be ready with one hand, in lemon scenes.)...Michael Johnson, a 27-year-young man, finds himself in a confusing situation after witnessing a violent murder at a mall.Pursued by the murderer, Michael steps in and gets caught up in a dangerous confrontation.Amidst the chaos, Michael goes through a strange series of events, leading to his apparent death.However, Michael wakes up in a strange place, naked and confused.Unsure of where he is, he sets out to explore, navigating a maze of hedges and his surroundings while grappling with big questions about life.Along the way, he encounters strange things....[Ding, a suitable candidate has been chosen! Awakening the “Lust System”][Ding, congratulations host! You have successfully activated the Lust System!]“Huh? A Lust system? Is it... like those novels where the main character reincarnates and gets a system.”[Ding, Congratulations host! you have awakened one of the rarest title “Lust King”]“A tittle?”[The first quest is loading!]“Hmm, Lust System, Lust King... Then, it might function like those... erotic systems I've read about in erotic novels?”[Congratulations, Host, on embarking on your first quest in this world!]New Quest: [Explore the Strange Land]“It must be, but... Why is the quest about exploring and not about Ero-things...”[Ding, Host, the quest was given this way because of your current surroundings and also because there aren't any girls in the area right now!]“So, what would've been my first task if I were in a populated area?”[Ding, Host, under normal conditions, your first task might have been “Touch those jiggly butts of that Milf with both hands or masturbate in front of that slut!”]“These quests are risky but satisfying. System, can you give me any more riskier quests than this?”[Ok, Host!][1st Quest:- NTR that Moth*rf*cker!][2nd Quest:- Cuckold your Assistant's Boyfriend!][3rd Quest:- Netori your enemy by having sex with his Wife/Lover/Girlfriend!][4th Quest:- F*ck that girl in front of her boyfriend!]“Oh my God, are you serious, System?”

This book is about baby-making.

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.