Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! - Chapter 317: ’Under The Table.’

Five hundred years ago, the world was awakened, bringing dungeons, mythological beasts, new races, and lost continents to the surface. It also brought the opportunity to awaken and become strong, but not everyone had that opportunity.Elliot is one of those young people who yearns to become an Awakened One but has not yet succeeded.Despite that, he is different.His desire for power is so strong that he never becomes discouraged despite being mocked and despised by the world for belonging to the group of those Rejected by the System.He still longs to become an Awakened One.His desire for power is so intense that when the long-awaited day arrives, he shakes the foundations of the world, allowing him to become one of those acclaimed Awakened, receiving an amazing and unique class.Although powerful enemies surround him, his intense desire for power will allow him to look beyond what his eyes can see as he rises above the world and achieves Glory.

[Post-apocalyptic + No romantic pairings + Overpowered system + Management + Please read the bottom of the synopsis + Initially low-priced, enter at your own discretion]Gu Wanyin never imagined that not only would she transmigrate, but she’d end up in a post-apocalyptic world! Opening her eyes to find herself surrounded by zombies with only two pitifully thin adorable children by her side, Gu Wanyin thought: This is the end of me!System: Impossible, absolutely impossible!After binding to the most powerful hotel system in the post-apocalyptic world, Gu Wanyin embarked on a delightful journey of raising children and managing a hotel. As the hotel’s guests increased, so did her rewards! But could someone explain to her why a hotel that unlocked noodle shops, hot pot restaurants, and buffets was understandable, but why did it also have KTV, movie theaters, libraries, amusement parks, hot springs, schools, and hospitals? And even a zombie-killing simulation training camp? Wait, there’s even more…It seems she’s destined to transform this hotel into the only paradise in the post-apocalyptic world!

In a world where everyone is undergoing their profession's transition, I've surprisingly awakened to two professions.Moreover, I've also awakened a defiance lifestyle profession.Preserve high-quality items? I'll just synthesize them.Preserve high-quality skills? I'll synthesize those as well.Preserve high-level pets? I'll keep synthesizing. Wait, why is this beast-girl so large after the synthesis?Let's start by synthesizing three “Skeleton Summonings.”Synthesize into—The “Undead Army.”Now, let's synthesize three Dark Wands.Synthesize into—The “Death's Scepter.”In the grand interspecies gaming contest of the universe, can we, humans of the Solar System and Earth, ascend to an even broader stage?......

“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.