Hunting for Love for 101 Times - Chapter 170 - We’re just friends

when the most beautiful and popular girl of the whole campus offered Adam Eden, a certified loner the once in a lifetime offer to be the photographer and manager of her Only Fans account and also receive a percentage of her earnings, he was rightfully suspicious.However, in a desperate attempt to get some easy money, he went against his better judgement and accepted her deal.This decision would not only change his life, but would mark the beginning of his journey to Conquer every girl he's ever wanted–––––––––––––––––––––––––Every character in this book is 18 or olderNo netorase, some Netori (MC does the stealing not the crying)

Traversing to another world, Lin En is captured right from the start. The captor is the antagonist princess from the original work, intending to control him by using him for hypnosis experiments. In a critical moment, Lin En comes up with a quick-witted plan, feigning the success of the experiment and deceiving her with his acting skills. But this was only a temporary measure. Because in the original story, her ending is very tragic, and none of her associates meet good ends. Hence, Lin En must pretend to be under the hypnosis while secretly being ready to flee at any moment. But gradually things start to take an unexpected turn. ... The Princess’s Diary [The experiment was a success!] [As the sole specimen, I’ve decided to keep him by my side.] [Due to the curse mark on my face, I am loathed by the public, but he says I’m beautiful.] [I’m happy because people tell the truth when hypnotized.] [Alone with him, I impulsively kissed him.] [The feeling was strange and made me lose my composure, fortunately, he won’t retain any memory of it after the hypnosis is lifted.] [So, it’s okay to be a bit bolder, right?]

This is a world that has been captured by the rules of horror.The chosen ones become players and enter mysterious dungeons.In the dungeons, players receive special skills that help them in the game.Bai Liang was also chosen, but his skill is different from the others.【Stubbornness: When you die, you can stubbornly claim that you are not dead and immediately resurrect.】【Lawless Outlaw: You can disobey the rules, and others will not be able to do anything to you.】【Everything for Me: When a mission fails, one player is randomly selected to die in your place. After completing the mission, you receive half of the reward of all survivors.】【Chronograph: After entering the dungeon, time slows down for everyone, and you can move secretly.】【Switch to “Idle” Mode: Activate idle mode, and all your tasks are transferred to other players.】【Quick End: The mission ends automatically, the rest of the players are eliminated.】

“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.