MTL - The Female Supporting Role is Super Strong But Took the Love Brain Script - Chapter 51

Time Travel + Multiple CPs + Modern People Travelling to Ancient Times + Light Suspense

Four best friends, because of an ancient book without words from a museum, accidentally travelled to the world inside the ancient book.

Others time travel with food and shelter and meet prince charming, but they time travelled only to be chased and mu*dered? To be wrongly accused of mu*der? To be locked up in prison?

The four girls wailed: “Oh God! This is too much!”

Su Mo is good at martial arts, beautiful and glamorous. Sang Lan is an elegant lady with high IQ. Xia Miao Miao is learned, talented and a good girl. Xiao Han loves anatomy and is a silly tomboy.

Will they be able to meet the men again amidst the mystifying cases and heart wrenching romances?

This is a multi-CP novel, please be aware if you don’t like that.

[Ruthless Killer vs Sexy Beauty] [White-clothed Black-bellied Teen vs Elegant Lady] [Flower Thief Playboy vs Good Girl] [Warm Refined Gentleman vs Tomboy]

I found myself reincarnated into a game where you raise pretty girls to prevent the world’s destruction.But wait, what are the guys doing while the girls are busy saving the world?As it turns out, it’s a world where women are strong and men are weak.In a world that disregards men, I have to survive as a ‘man who wields a sword.’But… I’m incredibly strong, you know?

“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.

Mo Ran felt that taking Chu Wanning as his master was a mistake.

His Shizun was just so similar to a cat, while he was like a silly dog.

Dogs and cats were biologically different. The silly dog hadn’t originally intended to put his furry paws out towards that cat.

He originally thought that dogs should be with dogs, like his senior brother, who was beautiful and docile, like a cute Japanese Spitz. They would look so good together.

But after dying and coming back to life, after living two lifetimes, the one he’d brought back to his den both times was that snow-white kitty Shizun that he didn’t even have his eye on at first.

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