SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ - Chapter 87 - EIGHTY SEVEN

"Your granddaughter claims she likes girls while my grandson is rumoured to be bent so… don't you think they are a good match for each other?"

Genius Female Forensic Scientist VS Tough Criminal Police Captain[Mystery + Detective + Sweet Romance + High-IQ Crime + Serial Killings + Psychological Profiling + Suitable for the Faint-hearted]Schizophrenia, antisocial personality disorder, high-IQ crimes… This is a world where psychopaths run rampant.The Cat Fetus Case, the Lovers’ Butcher, the Angel of Death… Evil delusions always invade reality, accompanied by violence.Their First Meeting:Mu Mian asked very sincerely, “Hello, would you be willing to donate your body to me after you die?”Later:Fang Rui: “If I fell into the water along with a victim’s corpse, which one would you save first?”Mu Mian: “You!”Fang Rui looked at her with some surprise.Mu Mian: “Because the corpse will float by itself~”

In a world where power is stolen from the blood of dead gods, the strong feast, and the weak are forgotten. Dante “the Fox” Hollow knows this all too well—he’s a low-tier Harvester, scraping by on leftover drops of divinity while the real monsters take everything. Quick with a blade, quicker with his mouth, and always one step ahead of trouble, Dante dreams of a day when he won’t have to run anymore.That day comes when he stumbles upon the abandoned resting place of a god—not just any god, but the Trickster himself. A legend, a liar, a master of chaos. And Dante? He’s just stupid enough to take a sip.Now, the hunger is setting in. The whispers in his head are getting louder. The gods are watching, and some aren’t happy. Dante’s power is growing—too fast, too dangerous—but the higher he climbs, the closer he gets to losing himself.Because there’s one rule every Harvester knows: the more you steal from the gods, the less of you remains.And Dante? He plans to steal everything.

Follow Kairi Izumi—a quiet, eccentric, and somewhat conspicuous girl— who never felt like anything but an NPC in a story. Working behind the scenes, unnoticed by others had always been part of her daily life, dwelling with medicine and toxins.So, it's not surprising that she wasn't tad attractive according to others.That is, until one day... that guy, he confessed to me.Wait a minute—doesn't that mean I'm a heroine now? Hang on, how is that even possible? Me? Heroine? No way! I’m just a girl from a small village who likes to help others. I don’t particularly stand out, and compared to the other girls, I’m not even that attractive.And so, a question lingers, driving the unfolding of this dumbfounding narrative forward:Wait, what do you mean I got reincarnated to be a heroine?That's weird because usually a heroine is not strong let alone smart - they are usually dumb, cute and pretty. Definitely not me. I mean, how is that possible? Me? Heroine? No way!