MTL - Book of Technology - Chapter 447 Marvel

After Kama Taj learned magic for ten years… He Shenyan realized.

It turns out that I can’t go home, it’s not me, it’s the things you teach here!

goodbye!

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[Mature Warning : Contains Lemons]Lor finds himself in Class D, a group of misfits struggling with poor grades, weak magical control, or social challenges.To his surprise, the academy’s curriculum feels absurdly simple—akin to second-grade math—making it easy for him to excel if he chose to. Yet, he prefers to stay under the radar.Coincidentally, in Class D: Lor is the only male student, surrounded by a group of strikingly attractive female classmates.While most of them dream of elevating their class to the prestigious A-tier, their efforts consistently fall short.Seeing their struggles, Lor decides to step in—but on his own terms.He spins a tale of a mysterious magical power, a “the Guiding Light” that demands he fulfill perverted, obscene acts in exchange for his guidance.In truth, there’s no such power. Lor relies solely on his sharp intellect to mentor his classmates, all while maintaining his façade as an average, unassuming student.Thus, helping their D Class emerge through the ranks.“I want to score better in math.”“That will be 5 minutes of squeezing your....”__________Contains anal, bdsm, threesomes, kinks, perverted things, orgies. oyakodon, milf, etc etc.This has a blend of classroom of the elite. a bit of.no ntr no yuri- Everyone is above the age of 18/ equivalent

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.

“Gege, what does cultivating feelings mean?? Is kissing when you eat someone’s mouth?? How are children born??” The 3-year-old Xiao Tu likes to chase after her ChangZhi gege and ask questions…

Ten years old Cheng Zhiyan had always seemed been studious and hardworking. However, when he heard these three questions, he was stunned and fled in an instant… until one day, a certain thirteen-year-old Xiao Tu pressed Cheng Zhiyan to the wall and kissed him. Then she smacked her lips to savor the taste and said: “It turns out that when you kiss orange juice, it really taste like orange juice ah…” the always calm and indifferent Cheng ZhiYan, once again fled in defeat.

**TN: ChengZhi Yan’s name sounds like orange juice

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