I Shall Cuck Everyone - Chapter 159 Jealous Misty

I wrote a book once.It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones.It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners.Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill.Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff.I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth.And then something moved behind me.Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail.My tail?Yellow and black stripes and very, very real.I touched it. Completely real.My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail.What was going on?At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became.This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either.And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp.I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya.Sounds fun, right?Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore.This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality.Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author.But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive.I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, because I smell... Pleasant.What's that all about?

Miracles don’t come walking your way by themselves.

[1V1 Shuangjie + female strong sweetness + wearing books + younger years + group pet + career]

Lan Shu traveled to a novel of real and fake daughters in the 1980s, and became the fat and stupid real daughter in the fake daughter’s control group. At the very beginning, she was asked to divorce by the scumbag.

Divorce is okay, she settled the bills, dumped the scumbag in anger, and went back to the village to lose weight, become beautiful, and become a group favorite.

Big brother: Don’t be sad, little sister, brother picked you a new husband.

Second brother: Although this kid has lost his memory, he has a great figure and a superb appearance.

Third brother: As long as the younger sister likes it, the family will spend money to raise it for you.

While raising a simple little milk dog, she started a business and made a fortune.

Unexpectedly, once the well-behaved little milk dog regained its memory and turned into a little wolf dog, it turned out to be the young master from Kyoto!

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The fake daughter thought that the real daughter who grew up in the countryside was just a rustic, ignorant and divorced village woman.

Unexpectedly, the real daughter she saw with her own eyes was actually a fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, rich and powerful female president!

Even the young master of the Gu family, whom she can’t reach, is one of the suitors of the real daughter!

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The green tea lovers who admire her little milk dog: Brother is so good, what else are you dissatisfied with?

Lan Shu: Brother is so good, he was also trained by sister~!

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Rich and handsome little wolf dog VS commercial all-round face-controlling female boss

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”