Kidnapped Dragons (KR Web Novel) - Chapter 121: Yu Household (3)

In the 21st century, divine physician Qian Jiujiu was targeted by a bomb when she was rescuing soldiers in the battlefield. Because of the bomb, she crossed the to a new state and became the second daughter of concubine in Qian familiy. Because the taoists asserted that she would “curse parents”. Therefore, she was sent to village outside capital for 16 years not long after rebirth. This time, her father took her home, just to let her marry Mu Yexiao instead of her lineal sister.

Who is Mu Yexiao? The sixth prince of the state, the favorite prince of the emperor. Because he was injured in the battlefield, his legs were disabled, and he was unable to bear children. In anciet time, he also failed to seek effetive medical treatment. The royal family decided to marry the legitimate daughter of Qian families to Mu Yexiao, in order to drive away bad luck.

However, as a modern doctor who combines traditional Chinese and Western medicine, Qian Jiujiu won’t obedient to fate? She used her wonderful medical skills to heal the Mu Yexiao’s disabled legs, hoping this prince could support her. But who knows he was very shrewd! Who yielded to whom? It’s difficult to say.

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CONTENT WARNING – JUICY LEMONS DETECTEDThis novel contains:System-triggered intimacySkill fusion via bondingSeduction-based class evolutionMILFs with buns, blades, and traumaEmotional tension that may result in citrus explosionsLemons served hot, spicy, and metaphorically satisfying.All content is Webnovel-safe, but your sanity might not be.Reader discretion (and hydration) advised.THE STORY:I got summoned to save a kingdom.But instead of the Holy Hero class, I got this:[SSS-Rank Class Assigned: MILF Hunter]Now every mature woman with curves and baggage looks at me like I’m the main quest.The Queen adopted me.A shrine spirit rode me.A widow pinned me until the system glitched.Every MILF I bond with unlocks a passive.Every one I please evolves my class.And now?[Threadweave Fusion Unlocked]I can fuse skills. Reforge reality.Break the system from the inside out.This isn’t just a harem.It’s a divine glitch with thighs, scars, and consequences.I’m not the hero they asked for.I’m the anomaly the gods want erased.If you’re into:Dominant queens and combat widowsBond-powered level-upsForbidden skill craftingCombat as foreplayCitrus-coded corruption arcsThen open this book.And bring a towel.[MILF Hunter System Online]Exposure: Rising…Watchers: Engaged…Lemon Protocol: Armed and dripping…Add to your Collection.Drop a Power Stone.Choose your MILF.Because the queens are thick.The class is cursed.And the system?It doesn’t believe in chill.

An Earthling soul awakens in the ailing body of Loryarc Lapizburn, a disabled young man betrothed to the second daughter of the notorious Hallmeavan Family.The Goddess of Kiss blesses him with a unique ability known as the [Kiss for More] System, which allows him to gain skills by kissing.Can this new soul confront the dark secrets hidden within the Hallmeavan bloodline using his System?What about the chaos in his predecessor's county, where the branch families are constantly at odds?Why did the Goddess of Kiss choose him to receive this System?Kiss, kiss, and keep kissing...What awaits him in the end?Anything is possible... through kisses!

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