Still, Wait For Me - Chapter 448: New VP

Dual CultivationIt was the fastest cultivation method. The connection between two bodies, revealing the pleasure of being a man or a woman, this method had caught the eyes of several cultivators.But for someone who only had his eyes on something else, it was supposed to be nothing but a mere tool of progression.While others would add their dual cultivation partner to their harem, he only wanted to use them for his benefit. So, what would be better than giving him a simulation?An unknown system that carries the simulation for dual cultivation. It has met several people who couldn't walk on the path of dual cultivation and ended up losing themselves.But now, it had finally met a Host who was made for dual cultivation. A host who could separate reality from the simulation, a host who wouldn't lose himself in the pleasure of dual cultivation, and a host who despite having the benefits of the simulation would rely on himself to get stronger.This is the story of a young man who sees his dreams far greater than others. Even if he had no means to fulfill it.But, what if he did? What if he was granted the means to fulfill his dream?When granted the chance, he dived into the path of Dual Cultivation in Simulation without any hesitation.#######While this story is focused on dual cultivation, it would focus more on the real world since that's where the story truly progresses. The simulation would be similar to the storytelling and it will slowly progress.Note- Don't read this book if you are not into mc dual cultivating with others people' women.******* If you like this book, then support me with all the support you can give.Thank you for reading!

Above the sky, a kilometer-long giant fish flew over the city, ignoring the bombardment of missiles.

In Australia, a kilometer-long world-destroying python destroyed cities, devouring millions of people, and slowly left under the explosion of several nuclear bombs.

Coming to this dangerous world, Jack Clark, who unexpectedly obtained a salamander clone, was a little confused.

What could he do with a palm-sized hexagonal salamander? Make videos to earn money? Catch shrimps in a stream? Or... make it evolve into a giant beast?

A hexagonal salamander, also known as a hexagonal dragon, with unlimited evolutionary abilities, gradually evolved into a mythical world-destroying beast. From a hundred meters long, it turned kilometers and tens of thousands of meters long...

And under the synchronized strengthening, Jack Clark's original body also grew stronger, with increasing strength and speed, and even...

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Horizon Online. It was a death Virtual Reality MMORPG game where people had classes, hunted monsters, got riches, and fought similar players.

I, the strongest player in Horizon Online, managed to kill the last boss and expected to return to my home.

But after defeating the last boss, I was given a bonus stage, where I could choose one game of my choice. Without much thought, I chose an Eroge called ‘Sins Paradise’.

I arrived in Sins Paradise world as the minor villain with the same name as my character. But that didn't matter to me.

[Domination System! Dominate girls after completing the requirements!]

[Ding! You spanked Eliza Rose’s butt in public! Your Sins increased by 1!]

Making use of my overpowered strength and Domination System, plus my handsome features, I would conquer the best girls in the Sins Paradise.

My after journey to become the King of the world has begun!

*There will be no NTR.

“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.