Almighty Video Game Designer - Chapter 1102

Junseo thought he was just installing a chill farming sim to de-stress after another soul-sucking shift in Seoul. Grow some crops, raise a few cows, maybe romance an NPC—simple stuff.Then he woke up inside the game.In a new body. In a suspiciously sexy world.With a system that thinks “breeding” is more important than breathing.And a robot waifu guide who takes everything way too literally.Now he's stuck in a countryside hellhole with zero skills, zero tools, and a suspicious loaf of bread. His only goal?Survive without accidentally triggering a hentai side quest.Too bad the game has other plans.Too bad the villagers are way too friendly.Too bad the only way to unlock skills... is by combining everything.He just wanted to grow carrots.Now he might end up marrying half the village.Tags:Transmigration,Harem (slow burn),Comedy,Slice of Life,Farming Sim,Adult Themes (18+),System,Self-aware Protagonist,Kingdom Building,No Overpowered Skills,Robot Waifu,Skill Fusion and Lewd but Smart

I was reincarnated as the heiress of a conglomerate in the novel. However there was a problem, this world was about to be destroyed by a virus monster. All I have left is money, I quickly bought in the countryside and built a shelter to avoid monsters…The world went down much faster than I expected, f*ck! And somehow, even the male leads are trapped with me in my house. But it doesn’t seem like these two wanted to leave. Why is it as if you guys have no intention of going to the female lead? “What the hell are you?” “I think she knew about the fact that the world would be destroyed.” They had a lot of questions for me but I couldn’t answer them. It’s not like you’re going to believe me anyway, right? Now, in my eyes, they just look like good manpower resources. “Now let’s get to work, pay as much as you eat!” If we manage to find a cure for the virus, the cause of the world’s collapse, our hellish times will be over. So, let’s roll the male leads until then and hold out! But there’s one problem. This old mansion I bought turned out to be quite suspicious. What the hell is going on in my house?

“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.

Copywriting 1:
Late at night in the harsh winter, Gu Nanzhi met a child who ‘run away from home’ in the bar street.
The child stepped on the snow alone under the street lamp, looking pitiful.
Gu Nanzhi was moved with compassion, and asked someone to drink a glass of milk.
I thought that we would meet by chance, and it would be over after a while, but I didn’t want this kid to become her class representative in a year and a half.
Later, he became the lover she missed day and night and felt too far away from her heart.

Copywriting 2:
Lin Zheng, who was 18.9, has excellent grades and many talents. He is the most famous person in the school.
It’s a pity that at the welcome party of her first year in school, she publicly confessed that she broke everyone’s thoughts.
It’s just that no one knows who the object of this mysterious confession is.
Later, at the graduation party, everyone urged Lin Zheng to bring someone out to meet him, so as to calm down the depression that the fat water was flowing to outsiders.
Lin Zheng was pushed to the cusp of the wind and waves and had no choice but to call someone to come over.
“I’m sorry, she admits she’s born, I’ll go out and pick it up.” Lin Zheng left everyone behind and got up to pick it up.
When she came back ten minutes later, Lin Zheng’s hair was loose, her lipstick was gone, and there was still a bright red hickey on the side of her neck.
Whistles sounded one after another in the box, “Which little wolf dog is this? Wild enough!”
“My family.” Lin Zheng sat down calmly, toasted and apologized, “I laughed, let’s talk about it next time I have a chance.”
After the words fell, a lazy female voice came out from the Bluetooth headset, “Little friend, are your ears itchy again?”
Lin Zheng leaned back, with the wine glass sticking to his lips, “Your ears are not itchy, but your heart is itchy. Teacher Gu, do you want to feel it?”

√ Teacher and student, 1v1, HE
√ Soft and Cute vs Gentle and Royal Sister

Content tags: soft spot sweet article campus
Search keywords: Protagonist: Lin Zheng, Gu Nanzhi ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: Huh? Isn’t it sweet and obedient?
Conception: Daydreams can also come true

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