MTL - 70s: Dressed As a Villain’s Wife - Chapter 48 Correction

I had transmigrated into my favorite game, as an extra who died before the story even began.In a world where Sigils dictate power, I found myself in the body of a boy who had already died on the battlefield.Yet, as I drew breath in his place, his Sigil changed. A power never meant for him, never meant for me.Kidnapped by a shadow organization that didn't exist in the game, I spent three years in the dark, forced to learn under a so-called teacher.I move forward, not as the extra I was meant to be, but as one who chooses their own path. A path to supremacy.Yet the deeper I walk, the more I realize… this world holds secrets that game had never shown.-----------------Additional tags:[Sword Companion], [Hidden Identity], [Artifact Power], [Slow Reveal], [Secret Society], [Survival]

Mo Poor never thought that he would suddenly have supernatural abilities until he shot an arrow towards the sun. The absolute hit means that he can be the god on the pitch, the god of the basketball world, the big Luo Jinxian in the game… He can easily become a winner in life, spend his life magnificently, and wealth and power will not be difficult . Just as he was using this to change his destiny and enjoy his life, he met the inmates who claimed to be from the Blue and White Society… When he understood this organization that executes necessary evils in the dark of the world and maintains human security, he found his true identity Goal: I want to become the president of Lanbai. The contents of this book, D-class personnel nouns and inspirations are derived from works on wikidot. And released according to CCBY-SA3.0.

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She was floating.. no, hanging! On what?! She struggled to get back on her feet but was pulled into something so.. hard and warm.And It smelt so damn good...She tried looking back to see what was holding her but the 'thing' wasn't having it.She looked down to see a very large pair of strong and hairy arms, wrapped around her torso, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure to her nether region.“Let me go, you dumb brute!!” She screamed, squirming in his arms, trying to slip out of his unyielding grip but stopped when she realized his grip was getting tighter.“What is this?! Tell him I do not want him! I reject mphh...” Her words were cut off by one of the men surrounding her.“I'll only release you so long as you promise to listen to 'us'.” The man holding her said.Who were the 'us' he mentioned?They were none other than the three sons of the Alpha. And I... Who was suddenly caught by them, was an Omega.They wanted to talk, huh? Well, so be it. There was only so much an Omega like her could do anyway.“Fine,” she said, relaxing her stance. “But you have to give me some space. Please,”“Not a chance, princess,” he said, his face bearing a smug that made her sigh in annoyance.“Fine,” she said and he relaxed his grip on her, giving her a chance to at least stand to her feet.As soon as she stood firmly on her feet, she looked up at all three of them and the most crazy thing happened.She heard her wolf purr in her mind.'MATE'What?************Bethany Sage.Your average everyday Omega, had never really liked her average, mediocre life. She loved the peace but had always been one to love more..She had been envious of Audrey-The Beta's beloved and only daughter-whom everyone envisions to be the future Luna of Black River Pack.She always dreamt of having a mate with so much power and not because she thought Audrey was a aggravating - She kinda did- and on her 18th birthday, her dream comes true!!But of course, Selene-The Moon Goddess-has never been one to do things the normal way.. including assigning a mate..or mates..

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.