MTL - The Strategy of Washing Clean a Slag Shou - Chapter 109

“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.

Transmigrating into a parallel world, a Mystic Technique Master becomes Su Nian—the young lady of a prestigious family.Su Nian has a small goal, which is to earn one hundred million through live streaming!A love-brained young lady says,“My boyfriend loves me so much. He won’t even let me lift a finger!”Su Nian smiles sweetly.“Sweetie, I suggest you check your storage room. Your dear boyfriend is hiding a human head in there~”The eldest daughter who has been mistreated for years at home cries,“Ever since we were kids, my parents have always favored my younger sister. Now they even want me to marry the cripple from the neighboring village. We’re both their daughters—why is the difference so huge?!”Su Nian tilts her head.“Sweetie, I suggest you get a DNA test.”A cheating scumbag who’s juggling two relationships panics,“My wife and my girlfriend disappeared overnight. I suspect my wife killed my girlfriend!”Su Nian reassures him calmly.“Sweetie, don’t worry. They just went abroad together for a sweet vacation.”One day, while Su Nian is happily live streaming, a notification suddenly pops up in her room:[International CEO requests to connect]Su Nian looks at the screen and says sincerely,“Sweetie, you’re about to become completely broke—without a single penny to your name.”The live stream explodes!“Is this the legendary man whose wealth rivals a nation?”“Richest Man, run! This woman’s mouth is blessed!”“Richest Man, feel free to go bankrupt. We’ll definitely miss you…”

When Jake dies in a mundane accident, he awakens in a breathtaking yet brutal fantasy world ruled by towering, powerful women—warriors, sorceresses, and seductive monster girls alike. Here, men are rare, submissive, and treasured as playthings. He starts his days with trying to save a Kingdom under attack.__________________# Extremely Niche Novel# A lot of Femdom (contains reverse r*pe, pegging)# smut and ecchi# no humiliation , no Yaoi. (Mc is liked by the women he has s*x with)# Read at your own risk.# Also, has a story, it won't just revolve around the same loop.## Really Hot Woman (warriors, witches, and seductive monster girls) ### Just in case, I will give all the tags on the starting of a chapter if it has sex scenes, so you are free to avoid those chapters.# Enjoy, if you are into this thing.

I’m a high school student who became an author after debuting at Dengeki Bunko. After taking a year of hiatus from school to write my work, I transferred out to another high school to study, and met a girl called Eri Nitadori in school, a rookie voice actress cast as a character in the anime adaptation of my work.

In school, we treat our professions as a secret. However, Nitadori’s very popular in class, and I’m a loner…the only chance we get to talk to each other is when we take the Limited Express train together every Thursday, seated side by side as we head off for an anime, After Recording.

To improve her skills, she asked me questions regarding the profession. While I was answering the questions regarding the process–how did it end up like this.

This is what I last remembered before I lost consciousness, and the story of my near-death experience.