I Have 108 Older Sisters - Chapter 75

On the first day of Yun Qiao’s book reading, she was confessed by a beautiful girl in public
Yunqiao? ? ?
Yun Qiao, who came halfway, couldn’t figure out the situation, and looked confused.
Crowd (very loud): She said she likes you
! ! !
So Yun Qiao stretched out her hand under everyone’s fearful eyes.
I rely on! really have?
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Yun Qiao realized later that she had entered the teenage period of blackening and paranoid male protagonist, and became a cannon fodder male supporting female disguised as a male.
The task is not to heal the hero as imagined, to influence the hero, but to assume the responsibility of the evil villain, rob him of his money, occupy his house, and rob his woman.
#On how to attack his cp under the eyes of the paranoid male protagonist#
Yun Qiao said that he had no solution, so he could only bite the bullet
One day, I received a call from the heroine. The beauty on the phone seemed to be bullied and couldn’t help crying. Yun Qiao had no choice but to pick up the guy and do it, but I didn’t expect to be stopped by the hero halfway through.
“Why, do you like her?”
“Wait! Brother, didn’t you say you don’t like her?”
When the male protagonist heard her words, Su Bai stroked Jinsi’s eyes with his fingers, and his eyes swept over the hammer in Yun Qiao’s hand, so scared that Yun Qiao immediately let go of his hand, listening to the constant ringing of the phone in his pocket, Yun Qiao wanted to cry without tears
“Brother, let me go first… save her… can you save my sister-in-law?”
#Clearly it’s you who said you don’t like her#
#Man’s heart sea needle#
One-heartedly flirting with straight ball girl × frail abstinence paranoid beauty
The ps heroine is not weak, but the brain circuit is a bit strange and cute

Content tags: near the water tower, travel through time and space, women disguised as men, campus
Search keywords: Protagonist: Yun Qiao Pei Yu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: The hero and heroine both love me
Purpose: face up to difficulties and challenge yourself

- Description from novelbuddy

Born as a hybrid, I was ab*sed by my maternal grandfather because I was a useless child who didn’t inherit any abilities from my dad’s family, and ended up dying.I returned to the past with my memories, but my options weren’t so different from the past.I’ll either live like this and be ab*sed to death just like in my previous life, or I’ll go to my dad who hates me.‘I don’t want to die again.’Eventually I went to my dad who hated me, with a locket in my hand that would prove me to be the daughter of the Black Leopard family.“Let me…let me stay here.”All I asked for is protection until I became an adult. Then, when I was old enough to live alone, I was going to go out and live without causing trouble. Because I was going to be a good kid this time.But, somehow…“My beloved daughter, if there is anyone who touches you, I will kill them immediately.”My father, who I thought hated me, was so sweet to me.“Hey, Perfi, don’t keep hugging Thiel. At this time of year, I heard that girls are very delicate.”“Where did you learn that s*upid theory? Thiel likes to hug.”The two brothers who I thought were scary like me so much.“Thiel, I’m going to hand you over the head position of this Black Leopard family.”My paternal grandfather suddenly tells me that he is handing over his position to me.Hey …didn’t everyone hate me?

Ye Han was reborn into a parallel world and participated in the challenge program [365 Days of Wilderness Survival] jointly organized by the world. At the beginning, he got a BUFF bonus with a lucky value of 9999. With his little cook, Ye Han started a shocking journey of survival in the wilderness.

When the other players were hungry, Ye Han had already eaten seafood. When the other players had no fixed place to live, Ye Han had already built a wooden house. When the other players were precarious, Ye Han was drinking tea in his manor. Ye Han: No way, my luck is 100 million points.

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“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.