MTL - Ninja World: I’m Not a Human Being! - Chapter 137

I, the protagonist, was just an ordinary NEET, but suddenly I was reincarnated as a tiny white snake in a fantasy world where legendary creatures and gods exist. Not only that, but I awakened in a cave as the offspring of a terrifying Medusa Serpent.Armed with only my human knowledge and my indomitable mental strength, I'm forced to use cunning tactics and rapidly evolving skills to survive against far stronger monsters and humans... So begins the survival story of a former shut-in with incredible willpower, living as one of the lowest-ranked beasts in a world of magic!ᆖMusic suddenly started playing in my head.I'd been waiting for this moment for so long.'Snakes! Assemble'....

Xia Wan entered an ancient Mary Sue campus novel and became a cannon fodder female supporting role who had a marriage contract with the male protagonist F1.
F1 thinks she gets in the way because he likes the heroine.
Because F2 has a crush on the heroine, he thinks she is superfluous.
F3 finds her troublesome because she needs a female lead.
F4…I’m still working as an exchange student abroad, so I won’t be able to play for a while.
In order to avoid becoming a suspect in the future.
On the first day of transferring to this school, Xia Wan stood on the podium and introduced herself, “Hello everyone, I’m Xia Wan’s younger brother!”
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The system told Xia Wan that there are two ways to live, to gain love or friendship from F4.
Xia Wan chose the latter without hesitation.
On the first day of disguising as a man, Xia Wan gave water to the grumpy F1, and a rainbow fart output touted his skills as a dog.
On the tenth day of disguising as a man, Xia Wan helped the gentle school god F2 avoid his crazy suitors.
Fifteen days when she disguised herself as a man, Xia Wan gave the dandy F3 sincere care and help.
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When F4 returned to China, he found that the position that should have belonged to him had been replaced by someone.
And his three close brothers fought over who was Xia Wan’s best friend.
F4: ? ? ?
#Our F4 seems to be over#
Xia Wan:OAO
#What do you see me doing? I don’t know anything! #
Thanks for the cover @salt lemon.

【Reading Guide】
No CP in the text, single arrow for all staff, friendship to a happy ending
Fanwai 1v1 has a male protagonist.
For details, see the words in Chapter 1, which can be accepted and read again.

Content tags: Wearing books Women disguised as men
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- Description from novelbuddy

The summer of 2006 was very hot. Chen Yang, who had just graduated, decided to borrow a sum of money first to make his future different.

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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.