Star Gate - Chapter 1141: An Era of Revolution (II)

“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.

Su Yi got into a car accident on the way to work and lost her memory. She forgot two things:
1. She and Xu Ruoxing are physically married.
2. She has liked Xu Ruoxing for many years.
Su Yi woke up and her friend told her two things:
1. She and Xu Ruoxing are very affectionate.
2. Xu Ruoxing loves her to the death.
Xu Ruoxing rushed to the hospital after receiving the news of Su Yi’s car accident. The woman who met her in private and didn’t say hello was lying on the hospital bed. When she saw her, she reached out her hand and said coquettishly, “Honey, hug me.”

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[Face-slapping satisfying story] [Beloved by all] [Smart female lead, adult CP with Sheng Yuxiao]Li Xiaoya was born in a poor mountain village. Her mother died when she was three, and her father ran off with a mistress.When she was seven, the “Life Swap” TV show crew came to the small village and immediately chose Xiaoya.But when filming began, they suddenly switched to the village chief’s granddaughter instead.Later, the chief’s granddaughter went to the big city and appeared on TV. Netizens praised her for being poised and well-behaved, saying she’d become the goddaughter of an incredibly wealthy family. How enviable!The netizens also said that Xiaoya from the same village was originally chosen, but supposedly she stole and grabbed things, cursed constantly – good thing she didn’t make it on the show!Xiaoya had no idea a chapter of life that should have been hers had been stolen…***On the second day of filming, the rich young master who was swapped to experience life in the small mountain village met the dirt-covered Xiaoya.Despite her young age, Xiaoya would stand on a stool to cook for him, trek through mountains to dig up wild vegetables for him, and even save the one piece of candy given out in the village to bring back to him, holding it until it melted.The arrogant young master’s heart completely melted.So while the village chief’s granddaughter was touring Disneyland in the big city,The young master was helping Xiaoya dig in the fields and carry manure.The life was too hard; the young master really couldn’t take it anymore. In a fit of anger, he summoned a group of rich second-generation kids to dig fields and carry manure together… Instantly it went viral online, crushing the ratings of the other group.**Later, she was recognized and taken back by a top wealthy family. Her grandfather was gravely ill, her uncles and aunts were either crazy or disabled. No worries! The young master helped her with everything!Even the fiercest villains fought to be her father!

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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