Mr. Gatson's Bride Is Back - Chapter 34 - Youll Lose Both Sons

Arthur is an Atelier who works under pressure. When the curse of the Succubus activates his Netori System, Arthur is unable to resist his desire to win a woman's loyalty. There is no other reason for him to test a woman's loyalty that is easily shaken when his Netori System is activated.

Here, you can see the past and present of the cosmic swarm, the origin of the war-mongering witch tribe, the rise of sea progeny, the birth of giant beasts...And...A world tree cultivation from scratch?...On her 18th birthday, Baiyi suddenly learns that her family is actually super-rich.After finally coming to terms with the reality and preparing to embrace a new life, another change occurs.The world is destroyed, the apocalypse arrives, and humans are given a lord qualification and randomly thrown into millions of worlds.Good news, her cheat finally arrives, and it's a seemingly powerful genetic weaving.Bad news, others have it too, and theirs seem even stronger.What else can be done?She can only be a support player trying to get by, relying on her cheat to do some farming.But why do her troops start to look so strange?...I just want to farm properly, so why is it my fault if intruders get taken down by insects/gardeners/crops!What Insect Queen, what original witch, it's all slander!I'm just an ordinary support lord!ps: Female protagonist, single, farming, dedicated to hybridizing all kinds of strange creaturespps: This is a male-oriented novel, if you have not read a male-oriented female protagonist novel before, I'm glad this will be your first.

Cheng Yichi, the three gold actor, is keen on acting. In order to return the favour, he participated in a love variety show: WHO IS THE LIAR.

However, the straight men dressed as gay, deceived everyone!

In the variety show, ten handsome guys gather, nine are gay, handsome and flirtatious men. All of them are elite leaders in various industries.

They look for the lover who is most suitable for them, take the initiative to fight for their love, and at the same time, they should also be careful not to be stolen by hateful straight man, the liar.

Love Liar Cheng Yichi: It doesn’t matter, I’ll just observe and observe, you don’t need to worry about me, just fall in love!

There are white shirts that are always buttoned at the top, but their bodies are very hot. There are ascetic doctors who turn red when they touch them, and there are romantic and romantic people who often wear wine red shirts and like to play all kinds of games.

Amorous, rich and young, and gold silk and side chain glasses.

Even the calm gentleman can be jealous in this game.

Cheng Yichi: Oh, let me look at who took them? Is it a pure white and flawless cute angel? Or a gentle and quiet beauty? Or a handsome man with a cool leather jacket?

Oh, it turned out to be Cheng Yichi…eh? It’s me?

At the end of the show, the Shura Field came as promised—Cheng Yichi’s phone line was busy!

The only straight man Cheng Yichi: Ugh, I just came to experience life, I’m just a straight man… um, right? Maybe, maybe, I’m still straight?

The possessive little wolf cub hugged his senior from behind, kissed the back of his neck warmly, and said: Hey, brother, what are you talking about? What straight guy?

Cheng Yichi: No, no, I didn’t say anything!

Small Theater: Online audience’s response to “WHO IS THE LAIR”

At the beginning: Cheng Yingchi has no scandal or love for so many years, and he is indeed gay.

After the broadcast: Woohoo, the actor Cheng is so cute, so beautiful, so gentle, so charming!

In the live broadcast: A lot of people are robbing my wife, Mr. Cheng, don’t let them succeed, you darn little wolf cub. Take your hand away from Mr. Cheng’s waist, Gah!

After the broadcast: wait? I am not wrong, right? Liar…is my wife??? Isn’t he straight? He’s been bent?? Wait, why did it suddenly become official again?!

All netizens: I am happy that Mr. Cheng is bent, but sadly, the object of Mr. Cheng’s bending is not me!

Someone who hides merit and fame: He only loves me.

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[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.