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#Chapter Thirteen Amnesia/The age difference of six years old is o in the early stage, and it will be divided into a twice
When Jiang Jinyi was eighteen years old, her mother brought back a woman and asked her to call her sister.
At the beginning, they got along fairly well, but for some reason, Jiang Jinyi began to hate her, and even only hated her because she ran away from home.
One day four years later, Jiang Jinyi was attacked and his life was saved, but his memory returned to the year when he was eighteen years old when he first met Jiang Youwan.
The cold and elegant omega in my memory took her upstairs into his arms with red eyes and frantically, and said tremblingly, “I beg you, come home with me, okay?”
Jiang Jinyi blinked, “Okay…”
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Only Jiang Youwan knew that she fell in love with the second young lady of the Jiang family.
But the disgust on Jiang Jinyi’s face made her hide her love in her dark heart.
She ran away from home, she has been secretly protecting her and helping her, originally thinking of letting her fly, just watch from a distance.
But the sudden injury and amnesia caused Jiang Youwan’s inner desire to stir.
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Drunk at night, Jiang Youwan took the opportunity to make her say many, many words that she would never leave, and recorded them before allowing her to sleep in his arms.
After the second differentiation, Jiang Youwan tempted her to bite her own glands, so that she could never quit.
No one knows that omega President Jiang, who is usually abstinent and indifferent, is trying to seduce the second lady in her family every day.
Jiang Jinyi is sinking in her gentle hometown and gradually lost…
Jiang Youwan hoped that they could continue like this, but Jiang Jinyi still regained her memory, and her dream was broken.
Jiang Youwan clenched her wrist tightly, stared at her, trapped her with pheromones, and said, “Don’t think about leaving me!”

Six-year-old age difference, weak A is strong O, A is o in the early stage, secondary differentiation into a, female a has no second set of organs.
CP has no blood relationship, not real sisters, dog blood warning!

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- Description from novelbuddy

Jiang Li accidentally transmigrated to a fantasy world along with a game called Super Godly Machine Army.

[Ruler Panel]

[Ruler: Jiang Li]

[Game: Super Godly Machine Army]

[Interface: Military Units]

[Infantry Machine Unit], [Navy Machine Unit], [Air Force Machine Unit], [Space Machine Unit], [Special Forces Machine Unit]

[Energy Points: 0]

[Soul Sparks: 0]

Soon, Jiang Li created Combat Machine Soldiers, Electric Machine Soldiers, Liquid Metal Machine Soldiers, Machine Dragon Riders, Nether Energy Machine Soldiers, Machine Engineers and many more.

This was the story of a man in a fantasy world who became invincible by creating a machine army that dominated the world.

“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.