My Love Simulation with Them - Chapter 31: It’s Actually Illegal for a Pony to Drive a Truck

He was the youngest guru of martial arts as well as the perfect Mr. McDreamy of the most girls. He had mysterious absolute touch, clear-sighted observation ability and various outstanding talents.

“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.

When I read the development of the heroine getting stolen away, I left a malicious comment to the author.

But then I woke up later, and I’m now the villain who is supposed to steal the heroine.

In a national key university in the 21st century, she is soft and cute, but she is actually an agent trained by a certain organization since she was a child. She just went out on a mission and was about to take the graduation exam when she came back. Taking a nap, I accidentally traveled to the ancient times in the sky.

Not only did she lose her beautiful appearance and modern high-tech, but she also became an abandoned woman. She said that it was exactly what I wanted.

From then on, the soft girl raised cubs to farm, and she had to accept extreme harassment from time to time.

She said: life is boring, the best is very good

The male protagonist said: My family has the best products, and it happens that my son is short of a mother. I don’t know why the little lady wants to come to my house and live with a buddy?

The hostess went home and asked her beloved daughter: Baby, is there anything you lack?

The baby replied: I lack a father

All right, if there is a lack of a mother over there, and a lack of a father here, then let’s go together, but, it’s not me, but you.

The male protagonist agreed without hesitation: “Little lady, please allow me a few days, and I will go home and break off the relationship.”

One is the male protagonist who broke up with his family and brought a boy, and the other is the second-cousin who was abandoned by her in-laws and brought a daughter

The two form a family for their children, pretending to be a fake couple to live together, and whether they can become a real couple in the end, please watch

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