MTL - 1980s Group-Pampering: Cannon-Fodder Real Young Lady Gets a Divorce and Becomes a Billionaire - Chapter 453 ask for money

“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.

What? He’s transmigrated into an apocalyptic novel?

What? He transmigrated into a white lotus?

What? The white lotus killed the main character shou (bottom, uke) and even proudly became a mistress?

Oh, luckily the white lotus in the apocalypse has a thick thigh to hold on to (someone to rely on).

What? This was actually an apocalyptic rebirth revenge story?

What? The thick thigh was actually a really big cannon fodder?

Therefore, this is the dramatic story of a man who transformed into a white lotus struggling to survive in an apocalyptic rebirth revenge novel, trying to avoid the reborn pig’s foot (the original main character), and trying his best to get away from the cannon fodder gong (top, seme).

- Description from Novelupdates

One sentence introduction: She reconciled with herself by virtue of her performance.

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When she was about to die, she “traveled” through the apocalypse, and after 30 years of hard work, she was finally reborn by tearing down the system, but was planted with the seeds of murderous manic depression. Since then, there has been an additional villain professional in the entertainment industry, with superb acting skills, and has repeatedly won the crown of the best actor.

Key words: women disguised as men, dramas in dramas, fanboys, Hanwen Copywriters

- Description from novelbuddy

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.