The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool 'Asley' - Chapter 485.2, The Battle for Asley Scene 2 (Split Part 2/6)

Two hundred lifetimes! Two hundred miserable deaths! Leon is a 27-year-old man who experienced a rollercoaster of 200 reincarnations within 180 days. He was so unfortunate that he even died once when he was about to masturbate to hentai! Each death carries the regret of his virginity as he keeps dying without getting a chance to fulfill his only wish…losing his virginity. But his luck finally changes after the 200th death, and he encounters the Goddess of lust, who makes him an offer to be reincarnated with a gift. (Ding! System awakening…) (The super Harem system…) (Ding! The host has seen the secret garden of a heavenly beauty, reward!) (Ding! Mission issued: have sex with the sex mistress!) “All heavenly beauties shall be mine!” Join Leon on his journey to enjoy life to the fullest as a virgin who got his hands on a sex hack, conquering heavenly beauties and even Goddesses! Additional Tags: R-18, HAREM, ACTION, ROMANCE, ADVENTURE, REINCARNATION, SYSTEM, Overpowered Protagonist, ANTIHERO, SMUT

Bags of salt, spices and sugar stacked from inside the shop all the way out into the streets. Merchants loaded with goods going flooded the streets with their carriages.

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”