MTL - Everyone Wants to Pamper the Peasant Girl - Chapter 510 he deserves it

A former sporting rifle shooter genius transforms into the ‘Juvenile Butcher’. While originally supposed to have received the death penalty, he was instead fortunate enough to have entered a secret and highly regarded armed force, throwing himself into the ‘Nirvana Project’.

After a period of 10 years, he now has time to freely recover. Having trained until he had excellent military and martial skill, he sweeps through various military districts and returns back to his hometown. Under the monitoring of a beautiful female cop, he re-establishes his family’s bodyguard service, protecting beauties and moving unhindered, his achievements causing the fame of his outstanding, god-level bodyguard service to resound across the world!

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Her wedding had also become her funeral.
Her stepsister and her fianc�� had gotten together at some point in time. It turned out that they had been the ones who had done it all along. She had been disfigured, raped, plagiarized, and her father had died in an accident.. All of this.. It turned out that they were the ones who had done it all.
She really regretted trusting the wrong person and misunderstanding the person who loved her... ...
After being reborn, she returned to her high school days.
She became a Straight-a student, won a grand prize, fought against the stepsister, confessed to the scumbag, and got lost. Her sister's lies were all broken. Faced with the shadow of rape, she came to recruit them. The chicken was braised with mushrooms, and a grand party was held. She made a name for herself. She was strong. She opened a shop, bought land, and earned a lot of money to be a boss But in front of him, she was a little woman that he doted on.
"Hei di, madam ran out again. She said she wanted to earn a lot of money to buy milk powder. "
Blue veins popped up on the man's forehead. "Here it comes again. Bring her back and open a bank for her. "

Sue Kirin was a loser. Thirty years old with no hope for advancement at his job and no redeeming features except one, Magic. For as long as he could remember Kirin had dedicated his life to practicing the Arcane. Unfortunately, when he was passing down his knowledge to his niece, she lost control of her power resulting in a backlash of vicious energy that resulted in her being sent to the hospital, her life in critical danger.

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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