Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy - Chapter 563: Fairy (47)

After the college entrance exam, Su Mu, who comes from an ordinary family and works as a waiter in a hotel, accidentally breaks a priceless antique.The exorbitant compensation fee immediately sends Su Mu into a panic.With no other option, he reluctantly calls his father, Su Ruizhi, for help.Su Ruizhi said, “Son, don't panic. Let me tell you the truth. In fact, our family has assets worth billions, and even the luxury hotel where you work belongs to our family!”Ding! [Thirty million has been deposited into your bank account.]Looking at the bank notification on his phone, Su Mu is utterly dumbfounded.'Damn, I had no idea our family is so wealthy!'

Yan Mu Lin, who just got the Best Male CV award, was killed in an accident, but fate made him traverse into another world.

In there, he has more opportunities to showcase his talent. His goal is…

Shao Nuo Yu: to assist his husband and educate the children.

Yan Mu Lin: ……

The otakus who loved to express their shock and regret: （ ⊙ o ⊙ ）

Pan Jinlian‘s CV is actually male, male, male……

Lin Daiyu‘s CV is actually male, male, male……

Daji‘s CV is actually male, male, male……

The drama / movie fans who loved to express their astonishment: （*@ο@*）

X superstar’s voice in this TV drama is super sexy~~

X film emperor’s voice in this movie sounds really distressed~~

X female lead’s voice in this movie sounds really heartbroken~~

They found out that the superstar, film emperor, and female lead unexpectedly had the same CV!

In the end, who is it?! Who is it?!

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Kurono Maou is a high school student who is sensitive of his sharp eyes and bad expression. No girlfriend but gifted with friends in his own way, he had been living a peaceful life.

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”