MTL - Peerless - Chapter 165

When Ning Xiaoyu, a starlet on the 18th line, participated in a variety show, he happened to meet the popular actor who was taking a nap in the waiting room.
The man leaned against the large floor-to-ceiling windows, his long legs stretched casually. The afternoon sun shines on him unscrupulously through the glass window, and his profile falls in the morning light, so handsome that he doesn’t look like a real person.
When Ning Xiaoyu was about to retreat politely, a line of characters suddenly appeared in front of her.
[Girl, do you want to be popular? Want to enjoy the feeling of being watched? As long as you are favored by the actor, you can have all of these. At this moment, the actor is resting in the room, you can
A: Kissing the actor
B: Candidly take a photo of the actor’s beautiful boy sleeping in spring
C: Accompany the actor with tenderness for ten minutes]
Ning Xiaoyu waited for a while, and after realizing that he had to choose an option, he reluctantly chose c
The dating system was so excited that it rubbed its hands: Come on, girl!
Then it watched Ning Xiaoyu sit down next to the actor, took out the melon seeds that he carried with him, and began to kick Erlang’s legs up.
The love system that is secretly poking and waiting for sweets: Is there something wrong? ? ?
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The actor Lu Jingdu participated in a live variety show, but due to the mistakes of the program staff, the live broadcast equipment was still on when he was resting during work.
So the audience in the live broadcast room watched helplessly as an 18th-line artist beside their brother, knocking melon seeds leisurely.
Netizen A: Very good, lady, you caught my attention.
Netizen B: You can still be so leisurely around the actor, maybe that’s the only one?
Later, Xianyu found himself on fire.
Ning Xiaoyu looked inexplicable: Why did it become popular?
The love system on the side said quietly: I guess you can eat melon seeds quickly

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A classic villainess/heroine tale that puts a new twist on the genre. This Industrial Era fantasy tells the story of Nadia—a secret agent with a dry love life and an unhealthy addiction to visual novels—as she Transmigrates into the body of Vivian Moore, the villainess of the novel, from a family of business CEOs.All the destruction flags were raised, and Vivian was at the end of her rope. Her life was about to take a turn for the worst, but with Nadia behind the wheel, she seized Fate by the hairs of its head and yanked it into a sharp U-turn.No more weakness was allowed! If something wanted to get rid of her, she would stab it to death. If someone wanted to trample over her, she would shoot them into a beehive. And there was no stopping her because she had the strongest weapon a main character can have: the System!

Hello! Readers! Is your brain tired of all the plot twists? Is your soul tired from all the abuse of the characters having lovers and you don't? What a coincidence, me too!Treat this novel as a break from all those because to me it may as well be!Synopsis:Aria, a workaholic CEO of a top tech company, meets an untimely end after a legendary race between Car-kun and Truck-kun—unfortunately for her, Car-kun wins. But death isn’t the end! Aria wakes up reincarnated as an ogre… and with an unexpected surprise.Determined to live a fulfilling life this time, Aria embarks on a ridiculous, comedic, and lighthearted journey to survival. Join her as she navigates her new life, bonds with her fellow tribesmen, Romance with her heroines and evolve into something greater—a powerful Oni!A fun-filled story of second chances, survival, and self-discovery awaits!Author's Note:This is my first novel, and I’m learning as I write(mostly from yt though). I hope you enjoy this lighthearted tale as much as I enjoy creating it. Happy reading!Friendly reminder from Author:This is late romance. Although the love between mc and the heroines will be faster. And yeah this is more or less about Aria's shenanigans rather than full on serious story, nope. Don't expect seriousness here, especially first few chapters, I just basically made those for fun (≧∇≦)/

“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.