MTL - First Marriage Then Love (Mr. Mayor Please Be Kind) - Chapter 483 Hot kiss

Freya, head of the Tokyo yakuza, is suddenly betrayed and murdered by one of her subordinates.

“Well, I thought I would end up in hell and now a Goddess is interested in me to fight against humans from another world reincarnated as a Wolf Demon? Nani ?????”

[Empress System Initialization Successful 100%]

Follow Freya the ruthless Empress of Ice as she draws her story in an enigmatic new world of magic and fantastic creatures. She'll discover that life is no easier than on Earth, if not harder and crueler. In this world where humans act as tyrants over all other races, hunted, denigrated, killed, tortured, even if the law of the strongest humans reigns, she'll rise to the top.

“Humans ? Exterminate them to the last one ! My family, companions and Empire ? I will give everything to protect them !”

From a cruel monster to a loving woman, watch Freya found her Empire to change the whole world and tint it with her color. Accompanied by her new family, companions and subordinates be the first to witness the ruthless Empress Freya writing her legend.

Once transmigrated, the Mob Queen became a small peasant girl and was given a small bun.

Her parents were biased, while her siblings disliked her. Her father, aunt, and brother bullied the weak and feared the strong. Was her eccentric grandfather trying to sell her for money? She also wanted to get involved …

What should he do? The Queen rolled up her sleeves. Don't be afraid, just do it.

However, he had accidentally provoked the man he had picked up from the mountain.

“I will raise you and you will belong to me,” the mountain man said.

Hehe, raise your ass!

He started a fertile field, raised livestock, and his days became more and more popular. He even collected the mighty and domineering Han warm bed in the mountains for his use.

However... How did you become a general in this mountain?!

Death, Depression, Poverty, Love issues – all things that a 27-year no-name writer faces.

The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.