Imperial CEO's Overbearing Love - Chapter 1147

(Escape from the end of the world + cute baby + the heroine is not the Virgin + 1v1 Shuangjie)

Lin Xiajin woke up after sleeping in the women’s dormitory to find that it was still dark, and her mobile phone had no signal.

The originally lively university campus has become a paradise for zombies, and there are strange roars and screams from time to time…

Lin Xiajin, who was too late to escape, found out that she was pregnant!

Looking at my growing belly, prenatal education, nutrition, and toys are indispensable.

Others killed zombies to snatch food, Lin Xiajin killed zombies to stock up on toys and diapers! Stock up on baby supplies!

But suddenly a man appeared and wanted to be with her? ! I thought I was going to grab supplies from her!

This guy suddenly told her that this was for their son!

Lin Xiajin looked at this serious and handsome face, I regarded you as a teammate, but you regarded me as my wife? ?

- Description from novelbuddy

At 18, Alex Kain is whisked away to Eryndor, a game-like realm where he gains 'Skill Synthesis', a talent to fuse skills into godlike powers. Battling monsters and conquering dungeons, he builds a harem of strong women drawn to his might and charm. With the power to return to Earth bearing incredible resources, Alex faces a growing threat that endangers both worlds in this epic of adventure, romance, and ambition.

The marriage between the Mu Clan and the Gu Clan had been going on for seventeen years, but unexpectedly, the Gu Clan's Second Brother had suddenly encountered a car accident five years ago.

In order to prevent his beloved granddaughter from being wronged in the past, the Mu family directly chose to have their younger sister replace them.

He didn't expect that after the Mu family's unfavoured granddaughter got married, she would be doted on. No matter what event she participated in, as long as she had him as the second young master's daughter, she would definitely follow his sweet little wife.

“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.