MTL - Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife - Chapter 814 The Scourge of the Aqua (2)

In the heavens, where the Divinity resides, there exists the records of life and death.After the fall of the Gryghori onto the earth, the land of man is corrupted. Abominable creatures never before seen are born of the consummation of heavenly and earthly beings and spread across the land to further corrupt the world.A thousand millennia later, humanity has created civilization once again, based on the knowledge left behind by these Fallen Angels.However, in this new civilization,Man is not alone.Nero is thrown into a world infested with demons, the souls of the dead Nephilim, and abominations of all shapes and horrors, when he stumbles across the very eye of the Divine.A story that preludes an apocalypse and the existence of slumbering evil that threatens to envelop the earth begins.This isn't a story of fulfillment or triumph.These are the very Records of the beginning of the end.Welcome— To the Land of the Abominations.

Kota Sakamoto—virgin weeb, social reject, and hentai game addict—gets sucked into a perverted dungeon world straight out of Carnal Labyrinth EX, the 18+ erotic strategy game he secretly 100%-cleared.The catch?All eight of his hot classmates and their strict MILF teacher got dragged in with him.The other catch?They hate his guts.Worse still, this dungeon world is exactly like the game—every level a twisted, orgasm-fueled survival puzzle where failure means death by overstimulation, lust-monsters, or trap-triggered climaxes that literally drain your soul.He’s the only one who knows how to survive.They either listen to the virgin... or moan themselves to death.Bondage plants, lewd slime traps, fetish trials, and orgasm boss fights await—and the only way forward is obedience.What starts as reluctant cooperation turns into obsession, as each girl slowly falls for the boy they once mocked...…the virgin who’s now their dungeon master.

Julian Sterling was the young master of the Sterling family, trained since childhood to become the most perfect heir to the Sterling Group. With his dashing appearance and a height of over 1.8 meters, Julian Sterling was almost regarded as the image of an ideal husband: wealthy, handsome, and talented. But who could have known that he was a person harboring a secret wish to become one of those small, cute boys who get carried and pampered like the bottoms in Boys' Love novels.That is right, it was Boys' Love - because our President Sterling only loved men. Perhaps it was because life in the Sterling family was too exhausting, with too much pressure, that he always yearned for someone to come and take him away.Maybe it was because the heavens had eyes, or his deceased mother pitied him too much, but finally, during a business trip, Julian Sterling lost his life in a car accident at the age of twenty-seven. Fortunately, his soul transmigrated into a Boys' Love novel - becoming the real young master with the same name and surname who had just been found and brought back to the Sterling family - a person about to be married off to the head of another tycoon family.Julian Sterling could not help but lament that everything was truly miserable, but luckily... he had turned into a small and cute boy now!

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.