Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle - Chapter 2401

1V1, female strong, group favorite, farming, business, cool text

There has been no daughter in Zhen Guogong’s mansion for a hundred years. The little granddaughter who was finally looking forward to was supposed to be golden and precious, and would be honored and favored all her life. However, she was dropped by a treacherous villain when she was just born, and she lived among the people and was adopted by a kind-hearted hunter.

Since adopting a little girl, the Orion family has turned on the cheating mode, birds and beasts have thrown themselves into the trap, and ginseng and ganoderma can be found everywhere.

Ten years later, the Zhen Guo government finally found out the fact that the granddaughter had been dropped out, and took the little girl back to the mansion after a long journey.

Back to her biological parents, the little girl has undoubtedly become a favorite of the group, from the old man to the cousins, they put her in the palm of their hand and dote on her…

When she grew up, Lin Qingluo had outstanding martial arts skills and was unparalleled in style, ranking first in the Fengyue list. Going into battle with his father and brother to kill the enemy is like a divine help, sweeping away the enemy army, achieving the prestige of the God of War, and has countless admirers.

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The owner of Tianji Pavilion: The girl is unparalleled in beauty, and no one in the world can match her. Rufeng has admired the girl for a long time.

Master of the Medicine Valley Shaogu: Miss Lin has superb medical skills, and Cang Lan is ashamed of herself. She is willing to follow her all her life, practice medical skills, and save lives.

The first son of the Qi State: Thank you, miss, for saving your life, and Liu Yun is willing to promise you with her body.

Lin Qingluo: Her heart has long been occupied by a clingy little prince. All she thinks and misses in her heart are all about him, and she can’t fit anyone else.

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An F-Class Hunter.

Cal was the pride of his guild, the one that other Initiates looked up to. Then he died. So did his guild.His understanding of the world shattered before his death. His guild was nothing compared to others, which meant he was the best of the worst.When Cal was given a second chance, he wouldn’t repeat his mistakes. Who cared about being a [Mage] when it would just mean death? He would survive, even if it meant being something he sneered at in his previous life.A [Farmer].Of course, when did anything go according to plan? Never.

“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.