My system allows me to copy talents - Chapter 352 Japan u17 vs Poland u17 end

Check out the new book “CEO Hubby: Too Fierce!” and show some support~ When the cold, domineering, and scheming male god turns into a wife-slave, blinding countless people with his titanium alloy eyes.One day, Su Wanxia propped her thigh over her other leg: I'm so tired from shopping today.Mu Yingchen hurried over to her side: Baby, come, let your husband massage your feet.Su Wanxia: I'm thirsty.Within 5 seconds: Baby, here's your water.Su Wanxia: I'm sleepy, want to rest.Mu Yingchen's eyes immediately lit up: Baby, I'll carry you to rest.A moment later, Su Wanxia was on the verge of tears...Another day, Mu Yingchen was in a meeting when the phone rang, causing the senior executives to panic, wondering who had the audacity to not silence their phone.They watched as their CEO leisurely pulled out his phone, glanced at it, and his stern face immediately softened, smiling broadly.That smile made their hearts tremble.The way he said “Baby” made them shudder from head to toe.Then they saw their CEO disappear in a flash, leaving the executives completely disheveled in his wake...

Akari Nakamura isn't what anyone expects from an S-Class mage.With her stylish fashion and an attitude bigger than her platform heels, she's used to being underestimated. It comes with the territory. But after scoring the highest marks ever recorded on the Arcane Assessment Test, even Crescent Moon University's stuffiest professors can't deny her raw power.Too bad they're going to try anyway.As Akari navigates a world of old money and older magic, she discovers that the university's prestigious facade hides an ugly truth: they're systematically undermining students who don't fit their “traditional” image of what a mage should be.To win here, she'll have to make some powerful enemies and prove herself every step of the way.Oh well. Just another day in the life of the S-Class Gyaru!---A light-hearted yuri/futanari GL novel!

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.

How long will it take for a murdered thief to distill into something monstrous? In this story the darkness only grows stronger, and its reach only grows wider as it expands by devouring the life that surrounds it. This is a dark fantasy where evil is a where, not just a who that focuses on slow progression, undeath, and atmospheric storytelling.