MTL - Joy of Life - v7 Chapter 127 Cloth single sword toward the emperor (1)

[Mc takes consent from Woman not their husband][Mc doesn't want to NTR every guy. He only makes their wife cheat for sex.][Making friend's mom fall......is one of his big dreams.]“I like married women and there are so many noble women out there...”A horny Otaku from Earth gets transmigrated as an old Viscount.His lifespan is depleting too quickly due to an injury.Fortunately, there is a Ying Yang technique which can increase his lifespan.“This man has been single for his whole life and never touched a woman? WTF!!” Otaku is shocked from the Viscount's dry life.“I do have the maids, right?”[MC likes married women][Netori, Cheating, Blackmail]

‘I died and became an extra in a male-dominated fantasy novel. The only problem was, I hadn’t read the novel to the end. One thing I do know is that a terrible future awaits me, and thus, I, now Dalia, have decided to live a safe and prosperous life for the rest of my time here.

Since I don’t know what will happen, I will be a bystander observing the main character from the sidelines… I’ll make my own happy ending away from the main plot!’

With that determination, Dalia embraces the role of an extra. And like all extras, she clings to a golden thigh: Kaichen, the powerful wizard who is unwaveringly loyal to the protagonist.

For Dalia who wants to have a happy ending, it was imperative to extract herself from the novel’s plot… Yet her calm life is shaken when a flirtatious romance begins to bloom between her and her golden thigh.

Will she be able to resist the temptation?

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.

A young man, with a keen mind of medical knowledge and skill, steps into a vibrant buzzing city for the first time.How would this young man face the challenges of love and hate, of family’s vengeance, and the temptation of beautiful ladies?