I Was Kicked out of the Hero's Party Because I Wasn't a True Companion so I Decided to Have a Slow Life at the Frontier - Chapter 148

[Warning: Adult content 18+. Extreme Smut every 10 - 20 chapters]“What, I have received two SSS-Ranked skills? Tower, show me.”[Skill Name: Divine Pervert Touch][Skill Name: 10,000 Ways of Pleasure Manual]---Kent was a handsome human male who, for some reason, couldn't get his d*ck to stand up, nor was he able to feel pleasure.He lived his entire life full of regret and hatred.Knowing his days wouldn't get any better as time passed by. He chose to become an adult movie director, where he got to see things up close and earn handsomely for his professionalism.(He couldn't get his dick up, so no weirdness on set...Lol)Then he was killed, and his soul was sucked into the realm of Hatred and Resentment.Everything changed for him from there on. He received a Celestial Grade Inheritance Tower, which granted him access to an Overpower Harem System.He also received a goodly body with a full 9 inches divine rod.But that wasn't for free...He was assigned a mission to kill the god of alchemy by the goddess of hatred and resentment.Of course, he must make the goddess his first harem member as the requirement for his first challenge.After a whole year of sex and pleasure, he got his wish. Then, he was sent to start his journey as a cultivator with a haram system and two SSS-Ranked skills.With Women waiting for his rescue and a goddess who grants his every wish, Kent began his journey with the divine rod that would be used to make women happy.A journey full of blood, pain, and Pleasure...[Note: Not all women he slept with would become a harem member.]============No NTRNo Yuri

Han Yi accidentally crossed into the Cultivation World and became an outer disciple of the Xuan Dan Sect.

Sects, Immortal Countries, Sacred Places, Heavenly Demons—the dangers in the Cultivation World were everywhere.

Fortunately, Han Yi had a Skill Panel.

Alchemy, Formations, Talismans, Divine Abilities, Magic Skills...

Just work hard, and everything will be alright.

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Luo Yu traveled through the world of Douluo, met Gu Yuena, and after a million years of painstaking practice, he finally became a beast god. After a catastrophe, he became a human being, forged the first divine body of Douluo, and awakened the heaven-defying twin god-level martial souls.

Save Bibi Dong and help Zhu Zhuqing get rid of the scumbag.

Master wants to accept me as an apprentice? Sorry, you don’t deserve it.

Show off Tang San with one hand, blast the white tiger with one punch, cut Tang Hao with three swords…

A few years later, Luo Yu swept Douluo, and the king came to the Wuhun Palace, stepping on the abyss, pointing at the vastness of the sword.

In the vast God Realm, who is worthy of a battle…

“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.