Dungeon Diver: Stealing A Monster's Power - Chapter 689

The Sect Leader has taken in a new female disciple.She is very beautiful, causing countless people to be enchanted by her.Until Zhou Qing finally activated the entry, seeing a golden tag flashing above many people's heads.According to the hint, that was others' inner notes about him.The chief of the neighboring peak's note on him was [A lecherous pervert playing dumb chicken].Yan's note on him was [Junior brother who is both lustful and daring].Shi Zhen's note on him was [Junior brother Zhou with worsening sleepwalking condition]…When Zhou Qing looked at this new junior sister, her note was[So handsome][So powerful][So domineering].At this moment, it could basically be confirmed that she liked him.So, Zhou Qing gathered the courage to confess.“I... like you.”But she laughed heartily: “Dad, you were so funny when you were young.”

What secrets are hidden within the noble descendant who has returned from exile? The chaotic and ever-changing continent of Vastness engulfs Komer, dragging him into a sea of treacherous currents. His weary soul, battered by countless setbacks, has grown tired of the turmoil of emotions. Will he pursue the coveted power and influence of the secular world, or will he explore the endless magical mysteries of the dark realm? Where will his path lead him?The rise of the weak, orcs, mages, undead, dragons, barbarians is coming—we all take turns on the stage. Let's see who will emerge as the ultimate victor!

One night she gets drunk and mistakes the most well-known Mafia boss for a host and intends to sleep with him.

Oh my! What should I do? It’s best to run away!

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The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”