MTL - No Protection Tonight - Chapter 1572 Grab the battle

[Entertainment Industry + Strong Female Lead + Refreshing Story + Hidden Identity]The Young Sect Master of the Tang Sect, Tang Shu, who was skilled in Poison Techniques and Hidden Weapons, had transmigrated and became an 18th-tier newbie, debuting as a supporting actress.After a variety show aired:Haters: “I actually think Tang Shu is kind of cute. Is there something wrong with me?”When the National Mechanical Engineering Research Institute announced: Miss Tang is our key-appointed research consultant.Haters: “What????”When an authoritative Chinese medicine expert revealed during an interview: The development of a new type of medicine owes much to Tang Shu.Haters: “Isn't this just too coincidental?”When the Porcelain Restoration Department openly stated: No one surpasses Tang Shu in the fields of porcelain restoration and calligraphy and painting.Haters: “Is this white lotus getting a bit too intoxicating?”When a Weibo big V with millions of fans accidentally revealed her face during a live broadcast...The haters all declared that their minds were blown!***Jing Yu, the favored son of heaven, had always had an iron grip and a successful career until— he met Tang Shu.Inside the cinema, after watching four or five movies in a row, he realized the person sitting next to him hadn't changed, enjoying the popcorn with great relish.Jing Yu's throat moved slightly; this woman was flirting with him.Facing each other in a coffee shop, she casually pulled out a double-sided straw and placed it in her cup.Jing Yu's eyes tinted red; this woman was definitely flirting with him!

Yohan Was a game maniac, he loves playing the cultivation game which was popular on the earth, he was one of the Famous players in the action genre, but unfortunately, he died while crossing the road, Truck Kun Hit him with lightning-fast speed.

“I am Going to die like this, I was about to get a breakthrough in the Heavenly Soul realm, I waited for six years for this day but Damn you, Truck Kun, you ruined my whole life” Yohan cursed truck Kun with his heart content.

A light struck on the young man who was In deep thought thinking about the woman he loves, unfortunately, A Lightning struck on his body And the Next moment He died.

when people saw that lighting struck on the particular area, The mob started gathering in that place, to see what is going on there.

Suddenly The body of the Young man started flickering with Red light and started shaking violently The next moment he opened his eyes.

“Where am i” Yohan mumbled and his memory of his previous life started to come into his mind.

“Shit, I Died And reincarnated in a Different World” The young man mumbled to himself while he found himself half-naked in the middle of the road while people were looking at him with wide-open eyes, The area around that place was destroyed by a Lightning strike.

“You shameless bastard what are you doing here ” A cold voice resounded in his ears, he looked behind in the direction of that voice.

“I Am a goner now” He mumbled when he saw a middle-aged man who was looking towards him with killing intent on his face.

R18, Dual CultivationYang Wei is an undefeatable mage.However, his power got too great, and as a result he was challenged by every mage from across the lands.In the end, the Heads of the most powerful magic clans all banded together to seal him in a void where he would perish.Of course, death is too small a thing to stop him.By reincarnating himself in a new world entirely, Yang Wei ends up in the Mashyan World.A Cultivation World popular for being a Women's World.He goes on to join the Dragon Blossom Sect, a sect popular for having not only powerful beauties but the kind that have a thing for strong, beautiful men.How will he fare...Warning: No Rape, NTR, Yuri or Incest....

“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.