MTL - Interstellar Tattered Queen - Chapter 2 Waste energy box

— Climax exorcism.

An obscene ability that forces forces anyone stricken by it to climax, regardless of whether they are living or dead.

As a bonus, it also forces evil spirits and monsters to ascend to heaven.

This is a world where evil spirits and monsters are everywhere and being an exorcist is a real job.

Talented boys and girls with bright futures are trained at the “School for Exorcists”.

Furuya Haruhisa is a boy cursed with the ability, climax exorcism, and is also the school dunce.

Using the ability could lead to his own social death…

But then, Haruhisa met her.

Misaki Soya, a girl possessing a similarly cursed pair of eyes — demon eyes.

And so begins the legend of how history’s worst exorcists came to be known as the strongest before anyone realized it. Their first official job results in a grand performance with a monster woman who runs away from boobs.

— Nhoooooo!?

A coquettish voice echoes throughout the neighborhood tonight.

It is undoubtedly evidence of an ascension.

Are those useless exorcists using their obscene abilities?

Is ero going to save the world?

A slightly ecchi exorcism performance!!

Insane. Traitor. Terrorist.

[Read (avoid) read (thunder) guide]
【】Everything is true, stop false propaganda】
[The characters are just opponents and teammates before they become adults. The relationship line begins when both parties are adults, and the finale will confess their hearts]
[Although there is a little daily life of playing games, it is actually just a youth pain literature, without the slightest popular science content]
[The full text is empty, privately set up like a mountain, the author does not know how to play badminton, and has no relevant work experience, please enter carefully if you mind]
[Primary school students’ writing style, out-of-class contestants, all logic is only for the plot, please enter carefully if you mind]
[No prototype, no substitutions]
[If you see something you don’t like, please stop the loss in time, thank you, see you next time if you have a chance]
——All of the above are acceptable and then read the copy——
When Xie Shi’an was eighteen years old, she won the championship of the national competition and went straight to the World Championships. The girl is full of ambitions and her future is boundless.
On New Year’s Eve that year, she and her friends faced the rushing river and made a wish.
“I want to make it to the World Championships!”
“I want to be admitted to the ideal university!”
“Then I want to win the National Swimming League Championship!”
“I want a grand slam!”
“Then I will bless my friends’ wishes to come true!”
Later, Xie Shi’an, who was deeply grateful, had a life-and-death teacher and friend, suffered from injuries and illnesses, and did not win a Grand Slam until she retired. Fortunately, there was a bean sprouts by her side.
Jian Changnian became a monk halfway and was picked up by Coach Yan back to the provincial team. When he first arrived in the provincial team, he was dubbed “bean sprouts”.
She is weak and unconfident, but she has an impossible person in her heart.
After Xie Shi’an retired, she became the first female athlete in the country to win the Badminton Grand Slam.
It’s her fifth year since winning a Grand Slam.
The first domestic documentary about athletes, “Meteor”, was released and won the Best Documentary Award at the Berlin Film Festival.
At the end of the film, a line of small characters appeared.
“I would like to dedicate this film to all struggling souls.”
Badminton·Double Heroines·Two Ways to Go·HE
Genius x hardworking, three years old.
“The wind will change the trajectory of the badminton flight, and my landing point is you.”
ps: “Deep kindness, life and death, mentor and friend” comes from “Golden Hazel Song (Two Songs)” by Gu Zhenguan in the Qing Dynasty
Content tags: strong urban love industry elite inspirational life
Search keywords: Protagonist: Jian Changnian, Xie Shi’an ┃ Supporting roles: several ┃ Others:

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“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.