Monster Integration (Web Novel) - Chapter 2105: Vidette's Might I

Once went to Capital Academy full of dreams, but in order to save his younger brother from the interstellar pirates on the way, Fei Wushu’s sixth-level mental power broke out and even collapsed. After that, his right hand was crippled. Been on Capital Star.
However, ten years later, he died under the gun of his beloved younger brother. When he opened his eyes again, it was the moment when he had just received the admission notice from Capital College.
He will take back what is owed to him! What is lost, he will take back!
Whether it’s hatred or a dream, in this life, he just wants to live to the fullest!
Although this guy is an iron-blooded and tough guy, he is full of all kinds of idlers. In simple terms, he is a bandit and a hooligan, so don’t be fooled by the slogans this guy shouts→_→Go and mess with me happily, Brother Wushu~~
Qin Yi: What are you doing?
Brother Wushu from Mu Xiaxian: Hehe, this figure is really good, and the abs are pleasing to the touch.
Qin Yi: …
System: Players, please pay attention to the impact in broad daylight, and don’t touch your hands down!
Emphasis: This article is not an online game, absolutely not! Strong 1VS1, the author is glass-hearted, so there is no abuse in the whole process~ There are battles and bugs in the mecha, please enjoy looking far away…
  Lightning Protection Patch =v=:
1) CP: Young Master X Brother Wushu
2) This product is not an online game, absolutely not!
3) This article is not self-taught, everyone has their own body, okay [Helpfully spread your hands~~
4) Even if you want to know the follow-up, don’t let the code spoil it~ Mr. Truth’s guess is not the same concept as spoiling the code yourself = =
Search keywords: Protagonist: Fei Wushu, Qin Yi ┃ Supporting roles: Genius and passionate teenagers~~ ┃ Others: This product is not an online game…

- Description from novelbuddy

Note: There's no magic in this novel. This was previously in the Realistic Fiction genre but it's not included in the choices. So I picked the closest one to it.

Onoda Ruki is just your ordinary high school student. He strived for being the Classmate A who's unimportant to the story.

Despite being the Classmate A. Onoda has a secret desire which he always had ever since young and that was to steal each and every girl from their guy.

Join him as he entered his high school days as he conquer and steal every girl he sets his eyes on. And along the way, the growth in his character and those around him.

*I do not own the cover photo. I will take it out if requested.

*DISCLAIMER

This is a work of fiction.

All names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious way. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Moreover, the ages of the characters appearing in this fiction are 18 and above.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?