The Hunter of the Other World Who Is Being Misunderstood - Chapter 124:

King of Harem, Pioneer of All, R-18 Story

My name is Mike Tyson. I was a normal dude that had an abnormal death. I was lucky enough to get reincarnated in another world.

This is earth, but alternate earth or real? I don't know. But I know that I was born with the fate of a protagonist. Unsuccessful in awakening my innate talent, I spend two years in my middle-school.

But this year, everything changed. I awakened something, and not just an innate ability but also a unique ability. That was the true start of my life.

A life that I feared became reality. My fate was in my hand, but the fate of my little dragon was in the hands of the system. Spreading the legs of women in bed, I found a new way to gain strength.

Heavenly Maidens, Supreme Fairies, shave that cave of yours. My little dragon will fly from one cave to another until it meets the destined cave.

Embracing the power given to me, I let the beast inside of my soul go wild. I was no longer restricted by anyone or anything.

The title does not represent me, I represent the title. Spreading the legs of hundred women, I will ascend to that title and become the one and only 'God of Sex'.

Standing in front of a creature with a dark face and red scales, I broadened my chest and asked “I have talent, looks, money, women, power, and little brother. What gives you the confidence to challenge me?”

Every little detail including name, identity, is fictional. They might be relatable but please don't relate them.

Special Tags- weak to strong, fast strength growth, adult, mature, Character Growth

(Read this book if you want to increase the size of your little brother)

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

Transmigration? A Chong Xi Marriage? Sickly husband? How worse can this get?

Mo Qian Xue now lives in a soddy, destitute, small house with broken furnitures. The grass had grown wild and unruly from lack of proper care. The rice pot in the kitchen, it’s left empty. Well, this mess seemed quite manageable, however, why is it they only have one quilt in the house?

Not only does she serve her husband food and refreshments during the day, does she need to make sure he’s well “fed” at night too?

“It’s getting late now… we should go to bed. Said the sickly husband. She simply closed the door, turned off the lights, and went straight to sleep.

“If you dare move, I’ll kick you out of the bed!” She threatened.

In the end, the man still managed to wrap himself around her no matter how she resisted. The sickly husband wasn’t as weak as he appeared to be!

Mo Qian Xue worked hard to become rich. She built workshops, opened factories, one aided by her sickly husband towards prosperity. Fortunately, she could live a peaceful life far from bickering relatives, but then, much to her dismay, she still had to deal with the villagers knocking on her door.

So they want her money? They want her position as a wife? Since when was she, Mo Xian Que easy to bully?! They want to make her lose face? Alright, let them come a little closer then… give them a…. slap!

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Daniella was ready to pull the trigger when she felt a warm hand touches her hand.