Hell's Consort - Chapter 855 Childbirth Is Hell On Earth

Somehow, the protagonist Kim Jin possessed a rich pushover extra in a novel who was exploited by the villainess and then met their demise together.But there’s no way Kim Jin would let that happen! He immediately defeated the villainess and locked her away. After that, the only thing left was to steadily enjoy life in this world while investing and extracting profits using his knowledge.But why… the more he punished her, it seemed that the villainess he had captured began to cling to him too much?

“Release faster! Why aren’t today’s chapters out yet?”“… Senior Sister, it’s only six in the morning.”“Then what about yesterday? There was only one chapter!”“… Romance slice-of-life stories rely heavily on the details. Inspiration is needed when writing.”“Then, where does your inspiration come from? You’re clearly single.”“… My imagination.”“In that case, why don’t you date someone? You can get some material too.”“… I need to write. I don’t have time.”“How about I help you?”“… Help me write?”“Of course not! I mean dating!”“… Senior Sister, stop joking around.”***This is a slice-of-life university love story between a struggling web novel author and a beautiful illustrator, in which they mutually suffer social death.Single female lead, no melodrama, no angst.

[Single Female Lead] [New Genre] [Absolutely Amazing]My name is Chen Huaian. I've been diagnosed with cancer and I'm dying.Recently, I became obsessed with a game where you raise a virtual girlfriend. I spent money buying her cultivation techniques and magical artifacts. Although my wallet is empty now, I couldn't be happier.I always thought it was just a game... until one day, my virtual girlfriend gave me a pill. In the next second, the pill appeared in my hand...I... seem to... not have to die anymore?!———————————————My name is Li Qingran.I was crippled, my spiritual roots were dug up, and I was expelled from my sect. Now, I huddle in a broken hut waiting for death.I thought my life had come to an end, but then I encountered a mysterious senior who had never shown his face before. This senior healed my wounds, helped me cultivate, and I grew stronger and stronger, eventually becoming the strongest sword cultivator in the Azure Cloud Realm.I've heard that the spiritual energy of the Azure Cloud Realm is running dry, the Dao is darkening, and powerful beings from the Immortal Realm plan to merge with another world where spiritual energy is about to revive. A great conflict is about to break out. Even becoming an immortal carries the risk of falling.I search the world for any trace of that senior.I must protect him and become his Cultivation Companion!!!———————————————Alternative Titles:“Though I'm in the Late Stages of Cancer, My Wife is a Sword Immortal”“Training the Golden Finger in Advance”“You Laugh at Me for Being the Biggest Fool, I Laugh at You for Being a Single Dog”“I'm Not Spending Money, I'm Investing in Dao Opportunities”“You Think I'm Raising a Virtual Pet? No, That's a Cyber BOSS!”

“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.