The Sexy Futa Player - Chapter 81 -

Here hundreds of countries compete for supremacy, here hundreds of schools of thought flourish, he brings the strongest family head system, establishes the most powerful family, and steps onto the highest stage step by step!

Talent? Unnecessary! Wealth? Doesn’t matter! Brain? Eat it!

Even if one was the greatest of gutter trashes with zero redeemable qualities, as long as they had a System, they are bound to reach the pinnacle of life.

Compass Carburettor, a dirt-poor orphan with absolutely zero f**king qualities managed to reach the peak of the business world by the age of 35, all while relying on his Money-Making System like a blinded barnacle.

But at the peak of his life, he was betrayed by his System.

ps: Parallel Blue Star (No World War history) (Advocates anti-war) (Fictional survival)--------------------------------Scene OneGreat Xia Federation, in a certain game live stream.“Alright, this anti-war game experience ends here, 4 points, let's look at the next anti-war game... huh?”“The beginning is an immersive storyline? It's called... 'Normandy Landing'”“It looks like a landing operation storyline. The streamer is now on an assault boat, but the position is a bit behind, can't see what's ahead.”“I need to move forward a bit....”The immersive experience game streamer mumbles as he walks to the front of the assault boat.Scene Two“Brothers! Zhao Ming the old rogue has updated the DLC again! Charge!”“Let me see.... Damn?! This time Zhao Ming the old rogue actually lets players experience the storyline of entering the Third Empire, amazing!!!”“Let me see where I am now, Berlin? Isn't this the capital of the Third Empire, what's the mission?”Woo—buzz—woo—buzz—“Hmm?”“Why is the air raid siren sounding?”“????”“Damn!”“Zhao the old rogue!!!”Boom—!!!!—Zhao Ming: Actually... I'm a filmmaker, do you believe it?

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?