MTL - Quick Transmigration Second Female Lead is also Black on the Inside - Chapter 1950 Green Tea Strategy to Learn God's Type 108 (19)

The most fucked-up separation in the world, is that there is a baby in your belly when you break up with someone.

Bo Yu draws on his cigarette, slowly puffing out the smoke, and looks at the little boy lying in bed with deep eyes.

Two years later, he finally comes back.

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A maid who is beaten on behalf of a noble boy.

Some memories of her childhood were cruel, but Yuriel held no resentment towards the boy. Rather, she liked it–The hand that carefully applied medicine to her wounds was always warm.

“M-Master, stop, Raph, sa, save…ah, mm…!”
“That’s why.. I told you.. to wait.. till I returned.”

But the Raphlet that appeared in her dreams showed nothing but passion and lust.

Prophetic dreams.
The ability that was like a stigma drove Yuriel towards an unknown future.

All I want is to be next to you.

[Warning: Mature Content]Chuck was a 20-year-old professional body pillow reviewer who spent his days testing anime waifu pillows for online stores. His life was pathetic, lonely, and consisted mainly of rating the softness of fictional girlfriends.Then truck-kun struck.One evening while walking home from another humiliating day of pillow fondling, Chuck got obliterated by a speeding delivery truck. Instead of meeting his maker, he woke up as a newborn in a parallel world... a very different one from the one he knew. A second chance awaited, and he looks to make good use of it.However, he runs into the impossible; Chuck finds himself thrust into a society of proud lioness princesses, fierce wolf ladies, and noble panther heiresses, daughters of warlords.In hindsight, all those years of pathetic pillow fondling had been preparing him for this moment—a world where his wildest harem dreams weren't just possible, they were inevitable.

One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. And even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques.

However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed…