One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love - Chapter 4735 - Never Too Late to Love (142)

Reborn as an Evolving Space Monster.The Paru is a peculiar Species that can be found billions of light-years away from Earth, on a small planet covered by strange minerals and crystals. The Parus are peaceful, as they can eat anything. From earth, to minerals, all suits their tastes. Why would such a peaceful Species develop the ability to Evolve by Devouring? The Parus Devour the minerals and crystals, which allow their shells to grow tougher and tougher every day. What happens when a person is Reborn as a Paru? What happens when a Paru isn't seeking a peaceful life, but one filled with adventure, adrenaline-pumping fights, and otherworldly beauties?The peaceful Species turns into a Calamity feared by this universe, and the next.

During the day, Wen Qing wore an OL black and white professional suit, and went to deliver coffee to the president: “Mr. Shang, please enjoy it slowly.

Shang Yinghan behind the desk just ignored her.

Is this all sitting still?

Just when Wen Qing wanted to twist her waist to be more seductive, the personnel department came to inform her that she was fired.

Wen Qing: …

At night, Wen Qing was wearing a large one-piece pajamas, even if she wrapped herself tightly, she still couldn’t escape.

She kicked over: “Didn’t you fire me?”

He held her ankle and pulled her over, asking, “Does your foot hurt?”

Wen lightly said, “I’ve already been fired.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard his restrained but gritted teeth: “Do you have the guts to try dressing like that again and go to the company?

[Missy who relies on her beauty to attack her x boss who is overtly coquettish and secretly coquettish]

[Cookies, Everyday, No Cruelty]

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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.

The 35th Test Platoon of Antimagic academy, they’re one of squads enrolled at academy specializing in raising the witch hunters, whose job is to find and neutralize any magical threats!

Unfortunately there’s a group of failures nicknamed “Small Fry Platoon”, a platoon formed from bunch of self-centered people who can’t cooperate and have personality problems.

Will they manage to overcome their weaknesses and shine as the strongest platoon?