My Lycan Mate of Suicide Forest - Chapter 272 - Haunted Forest 2

“Your fate has been decided. You knew this when you made that decision years ago. The only way out for your family is for your son to marry the Daughter of Destiny. Only her fate is strong enough to save your lineage,” the priest said.“Then we must find this Daughter of Destiny,” the king declared.After committing many evil deeds, a dying king tries to save his family from the wrath of heaven.He had defied heaven once, and he was confident he could do it again. Anastasia, the unflavoured daughter of Duke Thompson, becomes the prey whose good fortune will be used to save the royal family.Would he succeed?? Find out!!

[Ding!] [The Milf Hunting System is online] [Seducing and conquering older women would be made possible with this system] [Isn’t that exciting host?] This was the notification Jay received after dying and transmigrating into the body of a 17-year-old boy named Ryan. He considered life to be meaningless and boring while he was still on earth. Then he died in an unexpected way after getting hit by a truck. Thinking that was his end, he was completely wrong. After meeting with a certain god, he got transmigrated into a world where powers, magical beasts, and so on exist. But things would be different in this world, life wouldn’t be that boring anymore because he has a task now...seducing and conquering milfs. Armed with the milf hunting system, he’d be able to conquer a lot of milfs, benefit from conquering them, and become stronger in the process. Follow him through his journey...

“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.

Xie Lanyin has a beautiful face with white skin so relying on her face to live is no problem. Furthermore, the prince that she marries is a phonophilia (someone who loves voices/sounds).

A handsome man saving a beauty, he lets her sing songs to repay him.

Getting angry and yelling at him, he’s intoxicated.

At night when he wants to sleep, her words are hypnotising.

When he doesn’t want to sleep, her words become the best ……

Qin Wang: You think too much, the thing I like best is you as a person.

This is a story of a prince spoiling his wife, until even when he becomes a king, he’s willing to bend back so far that he could even break his waist – it’s that kind of story.

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