Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP! - Chapter 162: Honor Doesn’t Feed You

As a successful villainous BOSS, in addition to having ideas and aspirations, one must also keep in mind three points:First, grow sneakily, don't act rashly (once a villain acts rashly, they basically won't survive past three chapters).Second, you're not a good person, so be ruthless (becoming more evil will make you three times stronger, while redemption weakens you by seven times).Third, remember the two points above. The moment you forget them, your end is probably on its way.

Transmigrating only to end up in the body of a notorious and blacklisted dated movie queen?Accused of bribery, plastic surgery, being a mistress and diva, and even having sex for favors?The number one spoiled and domineering queen returns with a vengeance! To kick out the movie kings and queens and to dominate the entertainment industry!Nothing will stand in the way of the empress to get rid of that bastard emperor—not even transmigration!But…F*ck! What the hell?That darn husband of hers is the spitting image of that bastard emperor…

[R18 - Contains SMUT & UST]

“Fuck the rich!” Xue Ning declared.

“I'm rich - fuck me - not anyone else!”

As the second son of a billionaire, Sun Jingwei is undoubtedly rich, handsome and a playboy - but now he's been ensnared by his new bodyguard who hates rich people with a passion!

How can he insert himself into her 'fuck the rich' motto?

What happens when they end up married in the eyes of the public?

Here is the slowburn love story between a billionaire’s handsome playboy son and his new straight-laced, sarcastic wannabe-bodyguard wife that looks like a cute kitten!

EXCERPT:

“Oh good, you received my delivery!” was his excited reply.

“Did you accidentally mix my outfits with the ones meant for your girlfriend?” Xue Ning asks flatly.

“Of course not! I don’t have a girlfriend! All these are handpicked for you!” Jingwei exclaims.

“You handpicked underwear for me?!” She squawks, face red. “We’re not that close!”

“How can you say that? You’re practically my saviour! I owe you a life debt!” Jingwei argues. “Sexy underwear is the least you deserve!”

“You’re giving your saviour underwear?” She asks incredulously in return. “Do you not find anything weird with this?”

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.