MTL - Game, Live Stream - Chapter 11

When he arrived in this world, many familiar stories had yet to begin: Sleeping Beauty had not yet been born, the magic lamp lay buried at the bottom of a treasure vault, Snow White’s father had just remarried, and the Little Mermaid was still playing in the sea with her sisters. In the heart of the desert, the Land of Oz had not yet welcomed the girl named Dorothy.Then he came—the wizard of miracles and wishes.…Many years later, even illiterate children knew his legend: If you find yourself in the darkest abyss or hold the most fervent desire, you might encounter a handsome boy cloaked in robes in a distant forest or lonely mountains.He is the omnipotent wizard, the all-knowing prophet, the sage revered by kings, and the mentor of legendary heroes. He gave Pinocchio life, granted the Little Mermaid an immortal soul, and heard the pleas of both princesses and beggars.Now, it’s your turn.

Gu Nianzhi had no idea how to get the aloof and handsome Major General to fall in love with her.

His eyes were dark and serious. “…Seduce me. If you can do it, I’m yours.”

Gu Nianzhi: “!!!”

Tuzi embodied what her name meant; a short, somewhat curvy and bubbly woman who was always down to have a good time with almost everyone. She was as active as a bunny even on her worst days, and she kept that up for her entire life... even though it cost her life. The problem with having fun with just about anyone meant that sometimes her partners were already taken, and one day a jealous lover found her and... well, she just wished she had gotten hit by a truck instead.After all, she 'woke up' after being brutally murdered to find herself standing in front of a true bunny; a Goddess who thought that this woman named after her was quite fascinating and entertaining to watch, so she was sent to another world to try it all again.The problem was she had no system, no help, no guide or special cheat... all she had were her wits, her wiles, and her charm to attempt to just survive in this new world, let alone entertain a Goddess with incredible feats!Join Tuzi as she travels through a fantasy world relying only on herself to achieve... well, perhaps greatness, or perhaps just a typical life for a Bunnykin; sex in abundance with the occasional baring of some deceptively sharp fangs.This is going to be a smut book primarily with action and adventure in roughly equal parts, and it will also have some scenes that will be dark. Tuzi won't be an OP system wielding MC, she won't be flawless, she won't always even be the main focus sometimes because of where she is and who she is with.The book will continue along with my usual ruleset; all futanari and women, hentai logic when it comes to sex, more focused on the people and how they interact instead of nonstop action... if that sounds good to you, come read, otherwise I wish you find a novel somewhere else that satisfies your wants.

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.