My OP Minion System in the Apocalypse - Chapter 14 Kill The Dangerous Zombie

#R18, #ECCHI, #ROMANCE, #CEO[WARNING]****** /THIS NOVEL CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, CURSE LANGUAGE **** * ** ******* * **** AUDIENCE DISCRETION IS ADVISEDMy daytime boss is all cold glares and cutting remarks, often calling me a “waste.” So, finding her pole dancing online later that night was a shock. Even more so when she hinted at wanting a wild, outdoor encounter. The contrast was just... Surprising.

“The Fake Heiress Turns Out to be the Real Big Shot” is a new top recommendation![What to do if your fiancé is blind?][Marry his dad and let him experience a beating from his mother.]The true heiress, cannon fodder no more, has cleverly returned through quick transmigration.Right after coming back, she intercepted the experience package that Heavenly Dao had arranged for the scumbag male lead.Quan Jinbei was a prodigious talent, but he wasn't destined to live past thirty.Upon his death, the scumbag male lead would naturally take over everything he had, leaping into the role of life's ultimate winner.Shi Yaoguang stepped in and blocked this path.With her flash-married husband being remarkably stunning, she broke the curse of his early death, ensuring him a lifetime of peace and preventing the scumbag male lead from ever ascending to the throne!

This is a game that surpasses dimensions.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?