Mortal Cultivation - Chapter 385

Based on the popular Vocaloid series, by HoneyWorks, called “Kokuhoku Yokou Renshuu (Confession Rehearsal)“:

Natsuki, a third-year at Sakuragaoka High School, who holds unrequited feelings for her childhood friend, Yuu, who’s in the Film Club. However, instead of being honest about her feelings, she makes him be her confession “rehearsal” partner. Unable to say her true feelings, things start to get complicated when Miou and Akari, who are also in the Art Club, get involved! Will she ever be able to confess for real!?

Raphael Sorus is a person who life hasn't been very kind to, after the death of his family his life has been on a downward spiral with nothing good going on for him.The only thing that kept him from losing his mind was [Arcane Days], an Immersion game that served as an escape for him, that was until the game company shut down the fame server.Not knowing what else to do, Raphael decides to do something stupid which lands him an audience with the Goddess of Fate.She sends him to a world that is a replica of Arcane Days, except there is a twist to it.Readers can expect a large world as well as interesting situations and a unique power system, as well as a laid-back plot.

After seeking pleasure in the nightclub and a night of romance, he discovered there’s a seed in his stomach;

An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.