Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation - Chapter 54 - . Cultivator’s Life and Death are Unpredictable

The little transparent who suffered from the unspoken rules, the women’s clothing boss who fell out of his horse, the second generation ancestor of the dandy who was in the entertainment industry… Your task is to become them and reach the top of the entertainment industry.
Shi Qi: I understand the truth, but the problem is, Lao Tzu is a woman!
[Women disguised as men and mixed men’s groups] (End)
Those days and nights when women disguised themselves as men and mixed boy groups.
[Bending a straight steel male fan] (End)
The steel straight male fans who were tragically bent.
[The actor is a part-time demon hunter] (End)
Short stories.
[Infrastructure is only for the top stream] (End)
“Ha! It’s really hard for me to open up an entertainment business in the wildly growing Western Fantasy World.”
[The entertainment industry is all my cp]
Became a second-generation dandy who likes to fry cp and touch porcelain, and is boycotted by fans.
To be continued.

【Reading Guide】
1. Women disguised as men (emphasis) + happy style
2. Parallel time and space, this article has no cp, and the protagonist has no love line.
3. The characters have no original shape, and the logic serves the plot.

Content tags: entertainment circle fast wear women disguised as men cool text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Shi Qi (Little Seventeen) ┃ Supporting roles: Mom fans, dad fans, girlfriend fans, straight men fans dismantle cp”
One-sentence introduction: women disguise themselves as men and become group pets in various worlds
Purpose: It is not terrible to fall into the bottom, because every step of the next effort is to the light.

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[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

“I am not an ordinary detective, but a NEET detective. Searching the whole world to locate the words of the dead.”

The NEET Detective leading the NEETs who gathered in the dark alley – Alice said that.

The perplexing incident that Ayaka and I were wound into during the winter of my first year at high school, and also the malicious drug ‘Angel Fix’ that corroded the city, the mystery was unraveled by the detective girl Alice who doesn’t take even one step out of her room.

“Knowing the truth might destroy the tranquil life of your past, do you wish to know even so?”

Because of my answer, the NEETs who usually do nothing were mobilized to solve the case!

“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.