MTL - How to Survive As a Villain - Chapter 156 Originally because of the bones

Losing his fathers to monsters at just seventeen, Axel had given up on life. But everything changes when he stumbles into a portal leading to Khaos Realm, and there he reawakens the powers of the Thirteenth Inferno Hero.Now wielding the flames of an Inferno Hero, Axel is chosen to prevent an impending catastrophe. Khaos Realm is teeming with monsters and villains, and if they break free, Earth will be next. With a mysterious guide, newfound allies, and enemies far stronger than him,Axel must rise as a superhero to save both worlds.His journey takes him to Superpolis—a sprawling city where everyone has powers. There, he makes friends with other superheroes, but not all friendships are built to last. Some will help him rise, others will try to break him.But Axel’s greatest battles won’t just be against lone enemies. He will face entire monster hordes, villainous empires, and warlords seeking to conquer both Khaos Realm and Earth.What's worse, a villain seeking world domination who has already destroyed countless realms and worlds — leaving nothing but ashes behind. And now, he’s set his sights on Khaos Realm... and Earth is next in line.To stop him, Axel will need all the help he can get.But this enemy is patient, calculated, and always a step ahead. Worse yet, Axel’s powers comes with a weakness—one he doesn't know exists… but the villain does.[A/N: This novel includes intense battles, strategic fights, and moments of gore(not extreme or too detailed), which is why I’ve used the R18 tag. Axel will be powerful as a superhero, but not overpowered—every victory will be earned. Expect detailed fight scenes and epic showdowns that will keep you on the edge of your seat or the road (considering what you're doing at the time of reading ^⁠_⁠^)The first villain Axel faces in Chapter 3? Let’s just say I have big plans for him. He’s not just an obstacle—he’s a key piece of the story.I’ll be releasing three chapters daily, and I promise, I won’t drop.]No Harem!

Gazing at the Starbucks café at the airports had become a ritual for her. A desperate attempt as she hoped against hope to see him again, probably get one more chance to kiss him again.

Looking at the store all lost, she walked ahead, but stumbled and bumped against someone.

The cup of coffee that he had in his hand spilled all over just like the first time when she had met him.

“Jesus Christ”, he muttered.

The moment she heard the voice she looked up and saw his face. It was the same face that had promised to stay next to her, till death did them apart.

Tears flooded her eyes and she could barely speak, “I knew you would come back for me Raymond”. She raised herself on her toes in an attempt to kiss him, but he blocked her lips with his palm.

“Whoa, whoa, Miss !!! I guess you have mistaken me for someone else.”

“What are you saying, Raymond? It's me, your Akira. The love of your life, your fiancée,” she said and stretched her hand showing the ring on her finger.

He stared at the ring for quite some time and then looked at her face apologetically and said,

“Miss please, I am already a married man.”

And then he silently walked away.

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[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.