MTL - Plane Development Plan - Chapter 23 girl in purple

After being defeated and captured, the dragon-slaying hero Leon became a captive of the Silver Dragon Empress.With a resolve for certain death, Leon unexpectedly turned the tables and successfully imp**gnated the empress on his verge of dying.He thought that this would be enough to let the empress live with shame for the rest of her life and he also fulfilled his duty as a dragon slayer.However, two years later, when Leon opened his eyes, he found a little dragon girl with a tail lying beside him……

[Webnovel Spirity Awards 2025 Entry]In a world of magic and machines, Blaine Lionheart had been proclaimed a once-in-a-lifetime genius since he was still just a child.Born to the Legendary Warrior who had earned himself the moniker of 'Supreme Sword', Blaine was seemingly destined for greatness from the moment he first opened his eyes.He awakened to his unique Mana Art at the age of eight and entered the Kingdom's Royal Guard at the age of twelve.However, despite all of this... There was one thing that the boy genius could never do.Protect the people he cared about.No matter how hard he tried... Everyone he cared about would slowly slip through his hands, with him powerless to save them.And now that he's being reassigned to be the princess's bodyguard... Blaine can only hope that history doesn't repeat itself.No... He wouldn't let it!

“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.

In the spirit of no strategy, Luo Chenyu has been running around in various worlds, live broadcasts counterattacks and slaps his face, and he wants to take the system to the “peak of Tongsheng”.

But later…

The soft cute little milk dog opened her innocent and clear eyes and looked at her eagerly: Sister, I will be obedient~

The sensitive and suspicious prince put the sword against her neck: You can only compensate me for so many years of cruel torture!

The sickly and perverted demon king gently stroked her face: No matter if you go up to the sky, go down to the yellow spring, or live in the sky, you can only stay by my side.

The overbearing monarch put the phoenix seal on both hands: I am willing to risk the world and marry you! Would you like to share this great country with me?

Luo Chenyu: …

Climb all for Grandpa!

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Someone was secretly jealous, and finally couldn’t help blocking her in the corner.

The face of the ruthless tyrant has a pair of cute furry ears.

“You touched my ear, but you have to be responsible for me…”

Luo Chenyu: Her boss is so cute, it’s terrible!

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