The Tempting Educated Youth Married to a Rough Man - Chapter 169 - 165: Try Some "Snacks

Ryan, an average guy, was making his way to the office, feeling the weight of his monotonous routine.Meanwhile, a being made entirely of pure light sat on a peculiar sofa, engulfed in darkness. This being was also experiencing boredom, but it was a far more intense sensation—so intense that he was on the verge of losing his mind and unleashing chaos.Just as he teetered on the brink of madness, a brilliant idea sparked in his mind, setting the stage for what was to come._______This is my first time writing, so I appreciate your constructive feedback. Thank you for reading—enjoy the journey!______Well I was just checking the synopsis and other things and after rereading the synopsis I think it's a bit too vague and complicated so I'm going to explain it in simple terms and tell a bit more about the novel▪︎▪︎Explain in simple words▪︎▪︎There was a guy Ryan who was walking to his office while feeling bored from his everyday lifeAnd there was another guy/entity who was also feeling bored, but he was feeling bored to the point of going crazy, so there came an idea to his mind......•••Explain a bit more than what is in actual synopsis•••Entity summons Ryan to his place and tells him he will reincarnate him in some world, and Ryan asks him Entity says you will know in the future then Ryan asks what do you want me to do entity say again you will know in future, and then entity reincarnate Ryan in some fantasy world as dragon and for more, you need to read ch...●●and for what I was thinking before writing this novel●●Well, aren't there many novels with Mc getting reincarnated in another world and no one saying they don't want to reincarnate or go to another world,Yeah, that's all I was thinking before I started writing it...

In her third year living in this steampunk world, Ciel gained the ability to simulate both the past and the future.These simulations turned into a game where she could act without restraint, and after countless trials, real life became a replica she could navigate as though speedrunning it.Churches, potions, mutations, the Old Gods, witches, sealed artifacts… none of these have anything to do with Ciel. She’s just an ordinary girl who wishes for a peaceful life.She just happens to be particularly skilled at snuffing out danger before it even begins.

She had loved him for many years, and she forced him to break up with his girlfriend and marry her using the most despicable means. After getting married, she carefully nurtured their marital life, hoping to touch his heart, but he didn't care about her at all and wanted to reconcile with his former lover.Later, her mother passed away, and she also had an abortion. She finally gave up and decided to divorce. However, after seeing the divorce agreement, he did not readily agree, saying, “Sweetheart, do you really think you can get rid of me by divorce?”

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.