Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure - Chapter 1891: Mistaken identity

WARNING[R18]“Right now,” Zamian whispered, his voice low and sultry, “I'll make sure you only call my name.”“Z-Zamian, what are you... what are you doing?” she gasped as he pulled her even closer, their bodies fitting together perfectly. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, a magnetic force drawing her in.“Shh,” he whispered against her ear, his breath warm and tantalizing. “Not yet. Save that voice for later.”****Mira Adams, a 19-year-old girl, ran into the forest to escape the death that the war had brought her. Little did she know, she would meet Zamian Zan, a mysterious stranger who took her in for reasons unknown. She escaped the next day.On her 21st birthday, she finally left the small village after pleading with her grandfather, who agreed for reasons she didn’t understand. Little did she know, she was destined to marry the stranger she had met two years earlier.Zamian, now 23, is a CEO and secretly the king of a hidden kingdom. He marries Mira due to a debt her late father owed him, but that wasn't his only reason—he told her he wanted a child from her, though his true motives remain a mystery to her.

Qinghe County master Gu Sheng died. She had a first class beauty, her name could move the world, but she still lost to the hands of a woman inferior to her. Gu Sheng was only able to understand that she was the antagonist of the heroine after her death, a cannon fodder.

In a pure white space, Gu Sheng was expressionless because of the transmigration.

System: “The heroine must change her fate, must fight against cannon fodder and the passerby to brush a sense of existence. As the master, you are their biggest stone in the way.”

Gu Sheng’s eyes flashed and made a peerless smile, “Then let me see who is the stumbling block that should be trampled and who is the final winner!”

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What if your worst enemies suddenly became your most devoted allies—because you turned them into irresistible, enchanting femboys?Meet Cecil: a cunning, ruthless mastermind hiding an extraordinary power beneath his calm exterior. With a single stroke of his feathered pen, he transforms those who dare to cross him into beautiful, loyal members of his ever-growing harem. But this isn’t some silly game—it's a calculated campaign to build a nation unlike any other.In a world of secrets, magic, and brutal politics, Cecil must navigate a treacherous landscape filled with dangerous foes and hidden agendas. His targets? Only those who insult, threaten, or betray him. His allies? A charming, fiercely loyal band of femboys who live by his side in a shadowy sanctuary.If you think power is all about strength and magic, think again. For Cecil, true power lies in control, seduction, and a pen that changes fate.Welcome to the Velvet Court—where loyalty is beautiful, and revenge is intoxicating.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”