MTL - Scum Male’s Whitewashing Manual - Chapter 60 Not filial son / Phoenix male (7)

As the second daughter of Ningyuan Army General, Qin Wanru, who had been set up by her so-called mother and elder sister, lost her reputation and suffered a lot on her wedding in her previous life.

Now she was reborn and returned to the time before she married to Qi Tianyu, the first son of the magistrate of Jiangzhou.

The rebirth gave her a chance to revenge on her own wedding and uncover the plot of her mother and elder sister. Would she be able to change her fate?

- Description from Novelupdates

Akira Kitagawa, a quiet and unremarkable second-year high school student, has come to accept his lonely, mundane life after losing his parents in a tragic accident. No friends, no excitement—just peaceful monotony.Until one day… a girl literally falls from the sky.Sera Rymer, a fiery and seductive mage from a world of magic, crashes into his life—naked, powerful, and completely confused. Bound by an ancient pact of Master and Slave, she must now live under Akira's roof, turning his boring world into a whirlwind of magical chaos, awkward steam-filled encounters, and otherworldly drama.From laundry mishaps involving spells to battling demonic pursuers from Sera's realm, Akira's once dull life is now anything but ordinary. But as their bond deepens, secrets unravel—and the “God” behind it all might have very different plans.Can a lonely boy and a wild mage girl find meaning—and maybe even love—in the absurdity of it all?Tagline:When magic crashes into your mundane life, expect steam, spells, and soul-binding surprises.Tags:Romantic Comedy, Fantasy, High School, Ecchi, Magic, Isekai Girl, Master-Servant Pact, Slice of Chaos, Slow Burn Romance, Fanservice, Opposites Attract, Everyday Magic, Harem (Optional), Steamy Situations, Lighthearted Drama, Tsundere Heroine

In the magical China, there are such a number of times to reject the special hiring of the world’s top hotels, and several times to reject the magical farmhouse music interviewed by international TV.

The farmhouse is located in a remote corner of the city, where no one should be interested. There are parked one car after another in front of the door, the official bowl, the star song, everyone has to get off the queue

~ “Boss ~ another one ~”
“Limit one per person!”
“I am out ten Double the money!”
“Do not sell!”

With another rich second generation sighing out, all the queues in the queue are smiling in good faith~ another person rejected by Ye boss! “Ye Boss is really a strange person with principles and rules!”

Ye Chen: With the farmhouse music system, upgrading and raising salary, welcoming Bai Fumei, embarking on the peak of life is not a dream! The system is now word: one of the two goods, the identification is completed! Everyone nodded…

- Description from Xbiquge translation

“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.