Married For Now - Chapter 195: JUST A MISUNDERTSANDING

[Slow Burn]

Died as a virgin. Reincarnated with a big rod.

Ding!

[You have acquired the Bad Luck system. The God of death sympathized with you for dying pathetically. You have been gifted with a divine rod. Your meat rod is the tool you would use to rise to the top. Grow faster and stronger to conquer all the beauties and face the tribulations of the world]

“Eh, where am I? What! A Bad Luck system!” Trying to comprehend what had just occurred as strange characters appeared in his view. Vincent tried to talk and move his body but he realized that he was In the body of a baby.

Vincent Oswald, a popular hentai writer and tentacles creator died as a virgin in a tragic accident and reincarnated into another world.

A dog-eat-dog world, a world of cruelness, a world where you could have your head rolling for a plate of meat soup.

Let's see how Vincent survives in this cruel world and strives for the top as a boy that was born with a silver spoon.

Elves + Demons + Vampires + Yandere + Op characters and so many fantasizing things.

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Note: No NTR towards Mc.

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The MC acts naive and annoying in the early 30s chapters. After that, I can guarantee you a lustful, action-packed piece of work...

In 2036, humankind steps foot on Mars for the first time.

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.