MTL - The Only Favourite Ugly Husband - ~ 110. Recruitment and school

Chosen by the System, Jing Ling, each time she was completing a task would harvest a bunch of scum males.

The accumulated grievance caused her to have an accident while performing the task. Reborn in a parallel time and space to a seventeen year old body, although the gender has changed from female to male, the various attributes and skills that were redeemed from the system were still there.

Looking in the mirror at a face that could cause the downfall of a country and its people, Jing Ling’s infuriatingly arrogant smile emerged.

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Don’t be afraid, this time I don’t want you. Change your girlfriend 🙂

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The text is over! [The full-level gangster protects the short heroine vs the black-bellied gangster gangster male protagonist] Stormy pet 1v1

The daughter of the Yun family, who had been lost for twelve years, faced a problem as soon as she returned to Jiangcheng. If she did not fall in love, she would inherit hundreds of billions of property. In order not to inherit the family property, he and the prince pretended to be a fake couple, thinking that the well water would not make the river water. However

“Nan Nan, shout brother, I’ll make you whatever you want.”

“Nan Nan, sugar is sweet only when two people eat it together.”

… Qin Yao: “My wife has no power to tie the chicken, so she is not allowed to bully her.” Everyone looked at the woman in Qin Ye’s arms, and at the hundreds of people who were beaten on the ground and screamed, shivering!

Master Qin: “My wife doesn’t know anything from the countryside, so I have to let her.”

Later, famous painters, medical professors, scientists… all came to ask for advice.

Crowd: Aren’t you from the countryside, a bum who doesn’t know anything?

Later, bigwigs from all over the world paid high prices to poach people.

Master Qin took his wife into his arms and threw out countless black cards: “Look who has more money.”

the day of the interview

The reporter asked: “Is there any secret to chasing such a beautiful and versatile wife?”

“Be able to cook, be a hooligan, have a good appearance and a good figure, and more importantly, be physically strong!”

Deputy cp [Domineering pseudo-abstinence Captain Su vs Amorous Chu Fairy]

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The world has never been perfect but it was a million times better than what it is today!

Blue meteorites rained upon the world and changed everything. That very night thousands of lives were lost and many thought the worst had passed, little did they know something worse is about to happen!

The world was covered with blue mist and by the morning it was all gone. The genes of the human race was mutated and a select few had their mutated genes, activated, granting them power and today they are called deviants.

‘With great power comes great responsibilities’

If many understood what this meant, the world wont be as messed up as it is right now. With the governments biased towards the deviants, the powerless humans are discriminated against and crime rate has risen exponentially.

Deviants swagger about, doing what they want with no one to keep them in check, the world was thrown into chaos, animals were affected by the blue mist and mutated as well! it was only a matter of time before the human territories was taken over by the mutated beasts!

The mess we are in right now is because of the deviants and someone has to make them pay for their actions. This is where I come in!

I am Alex Briggs, member of the Briggs family!

I will become the strongest!

I will become the absolute!

I will fix the cruel world by whatever means necessary!

Author : Antihero protagonist who’s a scheming mastermind & doesn’t trust anyone. MC is smart & quick witted person who knows how to adapt to situations quickly.

“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.