Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign - Chapter 158 - 128 [Huaxia · Annals] Flood Control! Flood Control!!! (6.6k double-length Chapter)_3

Modern-day girl boss Vivian transmigrated into a modern romance novel as the male lead’s stepmother, the biological mother of the three antagonists… and the male lead’s father’s lover! She remembered that the fiancee of the male lead’s father almost died in a fire and had three sons, but all of them were killed because of the conflict against the male and female leads. Shivering from the creeps she felt, she decided to leave the male lead’s father.

It was the nineties and five years before the novel’s plots began. The male lead was not a big shot, and the female lead was not yet reincarnated. Also, as the villain, her eldest son was just fourteen and not fully corrupted… The two supporting villains were not born, and there was still hope. To shake off the outcome of death and to gain the ability to protect herself, Vivian packed her bags and fled in the night, using the advantage of her transmigration to accumulate wealth, recruiting and building a financial empire using the economic crisis.

When that was done, she did not forget her children’s education. Her eldest son was a mafia boss who is crazy and self-centered, her genius second daughter was anti-social, while her youngest son provoked problems everywhere… But she would straighten them out so that they became proper modern youths! Hence, her tempestuous eldest son with an inferiority complex became a networking specialist, her autistic and quiet second daughter became a pioneer in scientific research, and her provocateur youngest son became an international star!

While she was shedding tears and rejoicing over her children’s successes, that selfish and crazy man found her:

“Are they the children you had with me?”

Vivian snorted, “The sun is still up, and you’re dreaming up fantasies already?” Did he want to take her children from her? Dream on!

A bolt of lightning descends from the sky, marking the arrival of a sweet and charming automaton girl in the Marvel universe!She’s adorable, formidable in combat, and capable of even more surprises—uh, ahem!The Marvel Cinematic Universe is rife with danger, but the life of a superhero dedicated to world peace is definitely worth looking forward to!“Waaah! Don’t pull my ears! Let me finish this game! I’ll pay, I’ll pay, okay?!”Although determined to become a superhero, games still need playing, and anime must still be watched!What? You think she’s neglecting her duties?Oh, but she possesses the incredible ability to convert concepts from various works into her own skills!For Kagura Hitomi, who wields the limitless “Conceptual Skill System,” ACG (Anime, Comics, and Games) is her ultimate source of power!

[Warning: Mature Content, R18, Contemporary-Fantasy setting]Evanescence “Evan” Holz, a billionaire businessman, received a souvenir from an obscure country that creates s*x dolls called “Eternity Women.” These “Eternity Woman” are life-like and turn alive once activated. To activate them, you need to “use” them.There's only one way for anyone to use a doll: You “play” with them.But what if these Eternity Women weren't just s*x dolls that magically come alive? What exactly is the mechanism behind Eternity Women that makes them into sentient beings in the first place? Is it just the pleasure, or there's something else, something sinister, that gives them life?That’s for Evan to find out.***EXCERPT:“Raise your hips,” he ordered. His voice was husky and demanding.Eternity quickly did as she was told to do. He wasn't a mind reader, yet he knew that it filled her with desire that he was talking to her in such an authoritative manner.Evan slipped Eternity's panties quickly off of her, giving them the same treatment as her bra once they were removed. He flung them away with no care as to where they would land. He nudged her legs wider apart using his, signaling the impending act.As Eternity called it, 'penetrative intercourse.'“May I?” he asked, even though he knew how much she wanted it.She nodded, tears trailing down her cheeks because of how much she had done.“F*ck me, Evan.”

It wasn’t even malicious criticism.I just gave feedback in the tone I was asked to.So why the hell did I, the writer who just wanted to help a junior, possess this body of the prospective groom… a villain, who died in the hands of the heroine on their wedding night?