My Lady Always Lacks Ambition - Chapter 38 - 40 Solemn Nonsense

The magical girl who made the wish of “destruction of this world” came to Ke Xue’s world, and Kewpie became a little Kewpie.

Being chased by someone holding a knife at the beginning, Shuangyue fell silent.
In a world without witches, how would she purify her soul gem?

Originally, he just wanted to be a good and hard-working employee in the winery, but the old man always liked the whole brainwashing operation. Suppressed by the world consciousness, for her own pure land, Shuangyue decided to go to his red square and black square, she would smash the dog world consciousness.

The protagonist is not a good person (highlighted), the three views have been distorted in the magic circle world, not a red square.

Little Cupid: You are my magical girl, and I am your Cupid.
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Rescuing Matsuda Cat and Jingguang Cat, the protagonists directly built a gray empire for Jin Jiu and Sister Bei.
Hagihara and the squad leader are still dead, because the protagonist was not there at the time.
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Do not dismantle the original cp, bring your own cp (but there is no obvious emotional line).

Content Label: Teen Conan
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Wang Xuan entered Longmao Square and was trapped in it. When he finally left, it turned out…

This is the last building on earth.

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Arthur is an Atelier who works under pressure. When the curse of the Succubus activates his Netori System, Arthur is unable to resist his desire to win a woman's loyalty. There is no other reason for him to test a woman's loyalty that is easily shaken when his Netori System is activated.

“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.