Even After My Death - Chapter 568 - 472 Liu Yaoyao -

when the most beautiful and popular girl of the whole campus offered Adam Eden, a certified loner the once in a lifetime offer to be the photographer and manager of her Only Fans account and also receive a percentage of her earnings, he was rightfully suspicious.However, in a desperate attempt to get some easy money, he went against his better judgement and accepted her deal.This decision would not only change his life, but would mark the beginning of his journey to Conquer every girl he's ever wanted–––––––––––––––––––––––––Every character in this book is 18 or olderNo netorase, some Netori (MC does the stealing not the crying)

Sometimes we think we have life all figured out, till love shows.

We set our eyes on our goals, so much that we refuse to be distracted, until someone steps in and we need a whole new plan.

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Eun-Sun, a petite and beautiful girl who has a crazy temper and a huge load of pride to go with it, has her life completely planned out. All she needed in life was a good paying job to take care of her drug addicted mother, achieve her dream of being the design director of the country’s most leading real estate company and also look for her 10 years missing father.

Her first rule: Never owe a debt.

Second rule: Never accept help from people, they’ll always ask for a refund.

What happens when she gets hit by the cold and aloof president of PK corporation, Lee Dan, and not only did this accident break her first rule it also broke the second.

What happens when the aloof President finds something interesting for the first time and begins to look forward in claiming a debt owed by her? Did she ask for interest? He’ll surely grant her wish.

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Excerpt

“Just let me court me you. You’re delaying the whole process of courting you by being difficult to me.” He told her as he tucked a stray strand behind her ear.

“But what if I don’t want you to?” She asked back......

“Then I’ll court you the nonetheless.” Dan-Han shamelessly declared. In this relationship he wasn’t giving her much of a choice.

It was either, “You love me or pay your debt with your heart.” He added.

“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.

An era where every person in the world can see ghosts.Only I cannot see ghosts.