Solo Leveling- Ragnarok - Chapter 32 -

Akari Nakamura isn't what anyone expects from an S-Class mage.With her stylish fashion and an attitude bigger than her platform heels, she's used to being underestimated. It comes with the territory. But after scoring the highest marks ever recorded on the Arcane Assessment Test, even Crescent Moon University's stuffiest professors can't deny her raw power.Too bad they're going to try anyway.As Akari navigates a world of old money and older magic, she discovers that the university's prestigious facade hides an ugly truth: they're systematically undermining students who don't fit their “traditional” image of what a mage should be.To win here, she'll have to make some powerful enemies and prove herself every step of the way.Oh well. Just another day in the life of the S-Class Gyaru!---A light-hearted yuri/futanari GL novel!

In the last life, a good hand ended up losing the entire life.

Gu Weimian got a chance to start over again and was reborn before the college entrance examination.

Everyone said that the eldest daughter of the Gu family was a loser, and Gu Weimian wanted to show them the power of a true academic master.

It was said that the Gu family had no heirs, so Gu Weimian wanted to show them what a truly domineering female CEO was.

With a photographic memory, the world’s top schools are at your disposal.

With the Midas touch, the new generation of business tycoons attract attention.

But…during this process, why did I inexplicably get into trouble with the Big Demon King?

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In the previous life, Zuo Xian and his family had a turbulent quarrel, and refused the arranged marriage that they knew each other well.
For three years, Xiying moved behind the scenes to arrange a way for her with his savings.
But who knows, once Lin Qi became so popular, he immediately turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.
The former movie queen was ignored by no one, and she sadly quit the entertainment industry.
After an accidental car accident, when she opened her eyes again, time went back to the eve when she went to Lu Xingxian to divorce her.
It can be tricked by good fortune.
——she came back after all.

Zuo Xian appeared in front of the screen again, produced by a big IP! Hot headlines! Yuji front page!
Everything points to—
Sailor 1: Zuo Xian must have been unspoken!
Water Army 2: There must be something tricky with the director!
Sailor 3: How much did Yuji spend to get it!
However, not long after, the diva Lu Xingxian, who has been behind the scenes for many years, posted a photo on Weibo with the caption: Please advise me for the rest of my life.
——It was a wedding photo, and the person in the picture… was Zuo Xian!
Sailor 1: The photo must be of P!
Water Army 2: Little Xingxing’s account must have been stolen!
Sailor 3: Little Xingxing must have been threatened!
Half an hour later: Zuo Xian reposted that Weibo post with the caption: Although I went the wrong way, I met the right person. I have you for the rest of my life, please give me your advice.
The whole network erupted in an instant——
In fact, this is a story of a person who went wrong in his previous life and met the right person again in this life~

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In order to meet Zuo Xian, Lu Xingxian summoned all the teams that had been out of use for a long time.
When all the dust settled, he answered a phone call when he was leaving the house.
Lu Xingxian, who walked to the quiet room alone, listened to the familiar voice on the phone and said, “Axian, I can’t marry you.”
Lu Xingxian’s eyes were slightly red, but he said calmly to the other end of the phone, “Okay.”
“I keep this liking in my heart, it’s enough for you to be happy.”

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Rebirth, sweet pet, 1V1, HE, Gong has always been loved~
Our consistent aim is to fall in love seriously and spread dog food diligently.

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“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.