MTL - Fouls Prohibited - Chapter 26

That year…

Zhou Yang, an honest man who just got his driver’s license, crashed the camera of the Caotai crew. With no money, he could only sell himself to the crew to do odd jobs. I originally thought that if I worked until the film was finished, I would be able to regain my freedom.

However! ! !

When the swindler director ran away with the assistant director, and he was almost regarded as a fraud accomplice by the long-legged beauty investor, the honest Zhou Yang was dumbfounded.

“I’m on top? What do I take on top?”

“God, my major is electronic information technology. I’m just connected to wires. I don’t know anything about making movies…”

“…”

- Description from novelbuddy

“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.

This is a Classic Love story, cute and sweet like an overripe apple with a little bit of sour ^^

This is Male’s lead! its DanMei or BoysLove or BL.

A cute love story between a Powerful, Fierce, Magnificent Crown Prince to a very weakly Hua Bai Ying, a young, sweet, sixteen y.o Hua BaiYing, a young man who almost can’t do anything, even always gets in trouble and hurt himself,

While the Crown Prince is known to be so powerful, strongest more than the force of the River, the mountain, or even the sky, his hobby was to cut enemy’s heads and slash and kill without mercy, but his life turns to soft and has to surrender to beautiful, gentle, delicate, HuaBaiYing,

he’s a big pervert, who likes to touch BaiYing here and there as he only belongs to him, only his! Who dares to touch him, you want to die?!

In a world where imagination births power—called uncos—Amari has none. Branded cursed and cast aside, he escapes slavery only to find himself in a society ruled by celestial artifacts, divine oppression, and fractured ideals. As gods wage silent wars and cities shimmer with false hope, Amari must navigate a reality where strength is everything—and he has none to claim.But chains don’t just bind the body. They shape the soul. And Amari’s soul is beginning to stir.With nothing but grit, loyalty, and a defiant heart, he walks the line between myth and mortality, hunted by secrets older than the stars. In a tale of betrayal, survival, and the quiet power of choice, Ragnarök, Eternal Tragedy asks: Can a boy without magic rewrite the fate of gods?