Picked Up A Husband For Farming - Chapter 348 - 348 Hiding

What is a young teacher to do when stuck with four cute little students in a beast apocalypse?. It's obvious, raise himself four little wives!!Well it's not his fault after all. They are the ones initiating it. As far as he's concerned, he's the victim of the story.“These four little devils, they are definitely after my back!”

[*Ding*

Arthur got randomly transported to another world. Some people would find that terrifying, but not for him, who was tired of his old life; it was an opportunity.

And, after having bad luck all his life, the tide changed.

It was a world of magic where wizards fought side-by-side with their familiars. Arthur got summoned to be one of these so-called familiars.

He was furious. The thought of becoming a pet was not something he liked. Well, that changed when he saw who his master was.

A hot-woman. And, to make everything better, Arthur was inside the Frostpeak Magic Academy, which only had women students.

“This is heaven. All familiars are beasts, but I'm different. I'm a good-looking man inside a place filled with hot girls.”

When he thought his luck could not get better, he unlocked a system that helped him with everything. Of course, he used the system for a greater good, like getting girls.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?