MTL - Under the Tutelage of the Golden Lion: The Beginning of the Overlord - Chapter 28

Once went to Capital Academy full of dreams, but in order to save his younger brother from the interstellar pirates on the way, Fei Wushu’s sixth-level mental power broke out and even collapsed. After that, his right hand was crippled. Been on Capital Star.
However, ten years later, he died under the gun of his beloved younger brother. When he opened his eyes again, it was the moment when he had just received the admission notice from Capital College.
He will take back what is owed to him! What is lost, he will take back!
Whether it’s hatred or a dream, in this life, he just wants to live to the fullest!
Although this guy is an iron-blooded and tough guy, he is full of all kinds of idlers. In simple terms, he is a bandit and a hooligan, so don’t be fooled by the slogans this guy shouts→_→Go and mess with me happily, Brother Wushu~~
Qin Yi: What are you doing?
Brother Wushu from Mu Xiaxian: Hehe, this figure is really good, and the abs are pleasing to the touch.
Qin Yi: …
System: Players, please pay attention to the impact in broad daylight, and don’t touch your hands down!
Emphasis: This article is not an online game, absolutely not! Strong 1VS1, the author is glass-hearted, so there is no abuse in the whole process~ There are battles and bugs in the mecha, please enjoy looking far away…
  Lightning Protection Patch =v=:
1) CP: Young Master X Brother Wushu
2) This product is not an online game, absolutely not!
3) This article is not self-taught, everyone has their own body, okay [Helpfully spread your hands~~
4) Even if you want to know the follow-up, don’t let the code spoil it~ Mr. Truth’s guess is not the same concept as spoiling the code yourself = =
Search keywords: Protagonist: Fei Wushu, Qin Yi ┃ Supporting roles: Genius and passionate teenagers~~ ┃ Others: This product is not an online game…

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Ethan Blackwood wasn’t used to being defied. As the CEO of a global empire, he crushed obstacles with a single glance. But when Lily Anderson stood before him, her chin lifted in quiet defiance, and something in him snapped. “Sign the contract,” he said, his voice like ice. “30 days. You’ll obey every command. After that, you’re free.”She hesitated, her fingers trembling as she gripped the pen. “And if I refuse?”His smirk was cold, but his eyes burned. “Then you’ll spend the rest of your life paying off your father’s debts. Your choice.”Trapped, Lily signed. But she vowed one thing: she wouldn’t let him break her.From the first day, their clash was electric. He demanded perfection; she gave him rebellion. “You think you can control me?” she spat, after he criticized her for being late.Ethan stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “I don’t just control you. Lily, I own you.”But as the days passed, the lines between them blurred. Late nights in his penthouse turned into whispered conversations. His cold demeanor cracked, revealing glimpses of a man haunted by his past. One night, after a heated argument, he pinned her against the wall, his breath hot against her ear. “Why do you fight me so much?”Her voice trembled. “Because I’m afraid if I stop, I’ll lose myself to you.”Their connection deepened, but danger loomed. Secrets from Ethan’s past resurfaced, threatening to destroy everything. When Lily discovered the truth behind his obsession with her, she confronted him. “Was I just a pawn in your game? A way to settle an old score?”His eyes darkened with pain. “You were never just a game, Lily. You’re the only thing that’s ever felt real.”As the final days of their contract approached, their bond was tested like never before. Enemies closed in, and trust hung by a thread. Could they overcome the shadows of their pasts, or would their love crumble under the weight of secrets and pride?

The daughter of Prime Minister is a nympho?

The brutish Prince is her husband?

The stroppy Princess wants to kick her husband off the marriage sedan?!

“Shit! I want a divorce!”

“Why?!”

“You can’t satisfy me in bed!”

The next day, Prince Chennan becomes the laughingstock of the whole Kingdom of Dayue.

How Hua Yueling, the Stroppy Princess with a soul from 21st century, will create her legendary story in this ancient world?

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“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.