Because I Was Excluded Out of the Class Transfer, I Decided to Steal My Classmate's Lover - Chapter 85: Tiger Agent

High schooler Shinozaki Yuuta was just your average Japanese teen: addicted to absurdly overpowered mobile games, dodging homework, and secretly hiding a stash of very questionable dating sims. But one fateful afternoon, while grinding an infinite-wave mage survival game and crossing the street at the same time (bad combo), Yuuta meets his doom via Tokyo’s most notorious killer: Truck-kun.Next thing he knows, he’s been reincarnated... as a frog.Not just any frog—a pathetic, squishy, level-one mage frog, plopped into a terrifying world swarming with endless monsters. But the rules of the game he was playing are applyed: each time he levels up, he gets to choose one out of three magic spells, and if he picks the same spell eight times... it evolves into something absurdly, comically overpowered.After dying once, Yuuta respawns in a mysterious black space where coins droped by the killed monsters becomes a currency, where he can buy powerful frog evolutions and ancient magical artifacts. Driven by pure confidence of his ability to respawn and a desire to avoid ever dying again, Yuuta goes on a rampage, fighting monsters like a maniac until he becomes an unstoppable, world-ending, spell-flinging frog king.Bored out of his mind centuries later, he receives a strange message:> A summoner is calling. Will you accept?Curious—and desperate for entertainment—he says yes.Now summoned into a world of beast tamers and summoners, Yuuta finds himself contracted to a weak bullied boy who dreams of revenge to those who bullied him and build a harem. But Yuuta, robbed of his humanity (and a certain important organ), has no intention of helping his summoner chase girls or vengeance. What follows is a chaotic, comedy-packed adventure full of misunderstandings, magical mayhem, and the slow, reluctant bond between a horny thirsty frog (who wants to turn back into a human) and a revenge- harem obsessed kid.Magic. Monsters. Madness. Waifus. And one very pissed-off frog for not having his manhood.

Li Tianyan accidentally found himself in the Hengwu Continent as a Concubine’s son from a family of warriors. Not only did he lose all his cultivation, but he also became a waste bastard with five spiritual roots. Since the accident, Li Tianyan had an aunt and uncle who were eyeing him, and brothers who wanted him to fail. There was an ugly wife in the house who was married back.

“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.

“Next time I see you, I'm not letting you walk away.” The stranger said as Nova wiped his c*m off her lips.Nova was a quiet, shy, and bookish girl... also very innocent. At least, that's what everyone thought.Until one filthy game of truth or dare in an exclusive club stripped away her innocence and left her kneeling in the dark… mouth full of a stranger's thick c**k, swallowing every drop of his release without ever knowing his name. She fled after he finished.But he didn't forget and neither did she. And the next day, when she followed her best friend to her father's luxurious estate for his 45th birthday dinner, she locked eyes with the last man she expected to see— The man she gave head to the night before. Her best friend's dad. Now he knows. Now he wants her. And Nova's filthy little secret? She wants him too.