MTL - Martial Arts From Bandits - Chapter 155 It's all calculations (please subscribe)

“Sex, Hot Sex, and More Hot, Unstoppable Sex! They want to ride me, squirt and make me punish them. That’s all these high-powered women in Tokyo crave. And who am I to say no when they offer it all to me with a cash reward attached to it?”Yuki Mori is a broke, 21-year-old college student on the brink of finishing his tech degree. Struggling to make ends meet, he stumbles across a high-paying job offer with flexible hours—“Private Servicing Assistant Needed.” Expecting nothing more than cleaning for a high-end fashion store, Yuki is thrilled when he lands the gig.But he couldn’t be more wrong.When Yuki meets Katashi Kurica, the stunning, 32-year-old CEO of Kurica Fashion House, he quickly learns that this isn’t just a job. Katashi is a powerful, seductive woman who doesn’t take no for an answer—and what she wants is him.Nervously, Yuki signs the contract, but it’s only when she calls him to her penthouse that the truth is revealed. “You’ll be servicing me. Not the floors.”For Yuki, a virgin with no experience in the ways of the world, the offer is shocking. But the pay is too good to refuse, and soon he finds himself caught in a web of desire, where his body becomes the price for her pleasure.As their encounters grow hotter, more intense, and undeniably addictive, Yuki discovers that this job is more than just an arrangement—it’s a journey into a world of seduction and erotic temptation. And Katashi isn’t the only one who has her eye on him. In a city where desire knows no bounds, Yuki’s life is about to change forever as he finds himself in the arms of many hottest, and most seductive MILFs of Tokyo.

Xia Yuqing is a shut-in+fujoshi from the 21st century. After an accident, she transmigrates into the body of a young princess forced into a political marriage to another country.

Su Xing traveled through ten years in time and secretly checked in for ten years at Tianquan Peak. He thought he could continue to develop, but he suddenly got three junior sisters.

[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.