MTL - Discussing The Correct Posture To Enjoy Dog Food - Chapter 301 Mystery of Yangmei flavor (9)

Kael, a reclusive and antisocial man, died alone in his apartment, consumed by frustration and regret. But his tale didn't end in darkness. Reborn in the unforgiving world of Eridoria, where the law of the jungle reigned supreme and apes were eerily absent, Kael found himself in the body of a lion cub with a unique bloodline.This was no ordinary rebirth; he was a lion unlike any other. Thrust into the complex web of pride dynamics and social hierarchy, Kael must navigate treacherous alliances, rivalries, and his own primal instincts. With a fierce determination burning within, he sets his sights on a singular goal: to claim the title of the ultimate King of Beasts.Warning: R18, incest, harem, neutral MC, violence.

She was the Fifth Young Miss of the revered General’s Residence, but was seen to be useless as trash. Promiscuous and flirtatious to a fault, she was finally killed by mistake under the hands of the attendants of the man she was chasing; She was a genius favoured by the Heavens but ultimately murdered by an insidious plot and all who shared her bloodline pursued and exterminated which caused her to lust for revenge to be paid in blood. The day the genius had unwittingly taken up the body of that useless trash and opened her eyes, her fate had completely changed!!!

Refining elixirs and the smelting of weapons were tough?
That did not daunt her.

Beast Tamers were rare?
She had easily gained the title of Emperor Beast Tamer!

Forced marriages!?
Men being arrogant because they are good looking?
She stretches her hand out and easily pulls devilishly handsome men to her: The Demonic King brothers would easily take their place. A devilish glance, a slight shimmer of movement, and that man would suddenly disappear the next moment. He turned back around, his devilish smile alluring: “Let’s continue with the topic, let’s have a child!”

This is another interesting story with transmigrating and very fun filled characters that will delight you.

- Description from Novelupdates

Our straight (?) bottom woke up ten years into the future and found himself on the bed of his childhood friend… At the start, the bottom was shocked to his very bones, but he soon quickly accepted this premise and found the whole situation to be rather amusing. Precisely then, the bottom once again went back to his timeline — back to when he and the top were just platonic childhood friends.

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.