Re: Tales of the Rune-Tech Sage - Chapter 616: Master and Retainers

The person that Pei Zhen hates most in his life is the perfect Fu Sichen. Alas, life is full of surprises and unpredictability. One fine day, an accident turns Pei Zhen into Fu Sichen’s pet cat! As Fu Sichen’s pet cat, he makes a shocking discovery about his sworn enemy – a deep dark secret that the perfect Fu Sichen has kept hidden for years. Trapped in his cat body, Pei Zhen moves from one adventure into another while trying hard to find a way of turning back into his human self. When he finally does, the world as he once knew, has become a completely different place!

In his past life, Ming Yu struggled in the European and United States fashion circles, eventually becoming the well deserved king of the catwalk.

Seo-jun was your average college student until a fatal vehicle accident took away his life. He found himself waking up in the body of Adrien Mallorne, the youngest son of a Count. Armed with his modern-day knowledge, he navigates through the new world he finds himself in. But why is the second prince following him around and blatantly flirting with him?_______A long arm that looked muscular, even with it being fully clothed, reached out above him. “Is this the one you want?” A familiar voice asked, sending shivers down Adrien's spine.It's the guy from the bookstore!Adrien nodded his head to answer the guy's question, forgetting that he probably wasn't in the best of position to be seen. “Ye-yeah.”Long, thick fingers wrapped around the spine of the book, swiftly pulling it down from the top shelf. “Understanding Economics?” The guy read the title out loud. “Mr. James' class?”“Yes.”The guy, who was standing close to Adrien, basically caging him in between his chest and the bookcase, handed him the book. The guy then reached up one more time and grabbed a green-colored book. “I suggest reading this one if you haven't taken the assessment yet.”Adrien took the book from him. “Thank you.”A deep voice rumbled from behind him as the guy laughed. He then took a step back, releasing Adrien from his confinement. “Try that again, but to my face this time.”

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.