I’m Not the Final Boss’ Lover - Chapter 40: Going Undercover

The youthful Qin Ye was born almost a century ago, but thanks to immortality granted to him by the ‘fungus of aeons’ he can pass for a high schooler.

WARNING!!!(This novel is R18, The MC steal girls and his abilities on improve with sex alone, less adventure, more sex and humor)The Adventure and His fighting abilities only starts by chapter 10.so enjoythe MC steal girls and more, nobody is fucking his women just a big cock guy fucking everyone's women...NTR, CUCKOLD,LOLI,MILF, HUMILIATION,FEMDOM, MALEDOM AND HAREM .... For real no capI wonder who this body belonged to originally and what happened to the poor bastard's consciousness when I took over. Is he floating around in my body back on Earth, just as confused as I am?I sit on the edge of the bed, trying to make sense of it all.One moment I was on my couch scrolling through my phone, the next I was standing naked in Lady Vivienne's bathroom. No warning, no magical portal, no summoning ritual. Just... poof.

A marriage contract lasting three years, a marriage in name only, as if they were strangers.To provide for her child, she went out to work in a large corporation, only to find her boss was actually her contract husband...“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I chose the company because the salary was high enough.”The man flipped through the resume in his hand and asked casually, “Why did you take a year off from university when you were 19?”“I, when I was a freshman... something happened in my family.”“Is that so? Then why do you have a scar on your lower abdomen?”“I had appendectomy...”His gaze was inscrutable.......After a three-year marriage, she signed the divorce agreement with a heavy heart.She turned and walked away with dignity and poise, like a splash of light ink.But why did this man keep pursuing her?

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…