My Sexy CEO Wife - Chapter 6 - : Trap

A terrible calamity has fallen onto Zhang Fan, not only becoming one of the three survivors of Grass Temple Village, where everyone else was horribly massacred, he was also tasked to carry one of the most evil artifacts, the Sinister Bead, and taught one of the most secret teachings of the Skysong Sect, the Brahmin Wisdom. Now he cultivates in the Jadeon Sect, his knowledge and possession will draw him into a chaotic story where he will have to carry some of the greatest burdens of the Martial World.

After living a hopeless life and getting exploited to his breaking point for his unique powers, Mithras is diagnosed with a terminal illness, about to die a brutal death when he is murdered anyway by his boss for refusing to betray his sister.

Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac, and now equipped with a lewd system, Mithras is determined to use this second chance to avenge his past grievances and breed his boss' slimthick mom with a million babies!

But there are two problems:

1) He is now unkillable, but can only heal his injuries and sustain his immortality by drinking breast milk or love juice!

2) The System has not only turned his entire body into an aphrodisiac but also made his cum into a five-star delicacy that can not only improve the beauty of any woman he has sex with but also turn them into peerless warriors!

“Mithras, we want your secret juice!”

“Ok. But how much are you willing to pay for it?”

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

[Hidden Quest...Bad Girls Become My Bitches...completed!]

[Hidden Quest...I Don't Stuff For Free...completed!]

Surrounded by beauties chasing after his secret juice, and persecuted by their greedy admirers, can Mithras protect his secrets and stay true to his past life's principles, or will he indulge in the temptation of his new powers, becoming the Harem God of a generation?

Spoiler Alert: Of course, he will!

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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