Arranged marriage to the princess of the Red Scorpions - Chapter 365 Cool Off

[ Warning; Mature Content, Impregnation ]Wise Daosit! Are you in search of Mature Dao to seek some mother-love enlightenment?Then, say no more, This Humble Primordial Saint lord has bought just that.This is another cultivation novel with dual cultivation and explicit sexual scenes... And trust this senior, you will truly love it.If you don't love it, then you are free to review it one star as I don't delete any negative reviews....Synopsis:Xian Tian, a humble adolescent male raised in an island-forest by animals leaves the island when it is time to cultivate in the outside world.However, being a male in hyper peak adolescent phase and having not been in contact with women for a long time... He was attracted to every woman, especially those with big boobs, and wide hip.His natural instinct kick in... A body that is capable and ready for childbirth, he couldn't wait to plant his seeds in their womb.However, being born with heavenly body and a rare bloodline with a naive nature, he was easily taken advantage of...Can he overcome everything and have a milf harem?

Nolan transmigrated into the Marvel universe and became a researcher at Hydra's lab.He awakened the talent of the “Master of Research,” allowing him to perceive and comprehend all truths and knowledge. His body harboured the power of the Spirit of Evolution, capable of absorbing everything to enhance his strength!From the very start, he developed the Super Soldier Serum and that was only the beginning.By studying various extraordinary individuals, he unlocked their abilities and seamlessly integrated them into himself.“I will use science to recreate the gods of Earth and bring Superman into the Marvel universe!”Wolverine's healing factor?“Wolverine, you've already been dissected once. One more time won't hurt!”Super strength? “Hulk, don’t leave!”An iron body? Heat vision? The power that grows by absorbing sunlight? “X-Men, stop right there!”He will make the Ultimate version of Superman!

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

Despite gifted with extraordinary talent, I resented my life being cut short.One day, fueled by alcohol, I penned a proposal letter to a princess, hoping to alter my fate.[Sure. I’d love to marry you.]…What? She’s accepting?The problem is, I proposed to all five tyrant princesses.And to make matters worse, I have no clue which one responded.