The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me - Chapter 2120 - 5243: Bewilderment

[BL] To pay off his debt, Lim Garam decided to debut as an idol under the entertainment company that belongs to the loan shark he owes. But the contract he signed wasn't a business contract. It was a marriage contract with Song Sihyuk--- the Alpha among the Alphas, and a third-generation chaebol at that.Lim Garam is a Beta, so he never understood Song Sihyuk's obsession with him.But maybe he should have known the moment his contract husband asked him THAT question:“Do you want me to turn you into an Omega, Lim Garam?”***#omegaverse #betaxalpha #omegaxalpha #sassybeta #suddenlyomega #redflagalpha #toxicrelationship #secretmarriage #showbiz #idol #chaebol #ceo

(Set In Soul land III: Legend of the Dragon King)A soul from another world, reborn through time and space.Will he live an ordinary life, or rise to dominate in a chaotic era?The grand curtain rises—no one can remain untouched!How will the story unfold?Will the soul beasts unite the world? If so, will the ancient legend of lovers dying for love still exist?Can the God King’s schemes still succeed against the demons beyond the heavens? Will Tang Wulin completely replace the Golden Dragon King?The Douluo Plane has long awaited one who can bring an end to all karma.Perhaps once, you and I were closest friends. Even if bonds remain between us, our stances differ. When it comes to the survival of races and the unification of nations, we can only scheme against each other, awaiting the final outcome.Warning: Male lead follows the genius trope—skip if not your preference. Ruthless and decisive, his cheat ability is the secrets of the human body.Female leads: Gu Yuena, Gu Yue, Na'er.*****You can read more chapters ahead of everyone on [email protected]@TREON - [email protected]/lessaservantofcosmos(just replace the “@” with “a”)Disclaimer : I don't own Soul Land or it's characters neither this fanfic. The image used in the cover isn't mine. This is Chinese fanfiction. I'm just translating it. I'm just changing the names and some grammar. I'm trying to make it more understandable. All right reserved to the author 路在远方Qa (for the fanfic) and Tang Jia San Shao (for Soul Land)

“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.