Pushover Extra Trains the Villainesses - Chapter 119: Desired Product I (1)

Battered, injured, jaded and marvellously wreaked. Luis Lee was one of the powerful ability users during the chaotic time of the apocalypse but that was until he found himself reincarnated in a magical world full of hunks and gorgeously powerful moon elves. At that moment he thought, “Let's live a slow slutty life, (b)itches!”These long-eared hotties needed him for something and the new moon elf lord was determined to do nothing.However, an obnoxious system was added into the mix saying that he is reincarnated in a world of a book.System administrator: This world will usher an Apocalypse after a decade. So enjoy your stay (b)itch.Few days old moon elf lord: Will I ever get a proper rest?A story of a perverted soul who just wanted to get laid starts now.

Fresh off the battlefield, Marshal Ke Lian received the startling news that his never-before-met fiancée had faced a family tragedy, losing both her parents. Despite inheriting a massive fortune, she now required someone to look after her.As the top-ranking figure on the “Empire's Most Popular Young Men Among Women” list, Marshal Ke Lian, known for his unparalleled charm and prowess, dutifully followed his father's wishes and married Du Xixi.He had envisioned Du Xixi as a delicate flower in need of tender care. But who could have imagined that the girl wielding a kitchen knife, fiercely battling the Humming Beast, would be the same one needing protection?Du Xixi stumbled into the Star Era, finding herself parentless and with a billion-dollar inheritance to claim... Oh, and a supposedly handsome fiancé she had never actually met.As the sole heir to the prestigious Imperial Chef Family, Du Xixi gazed at the rows of sleek Mecha in her new husband's courtyard and couldn't help but feel that a kitchen knife aligned more with her true temperament.

Great Cultivator Chen Fan had failed his Tribulation period, but after a dream, he had returned to Earth, when he was young, five hundred years ago.

“In my past life, I reached the peak in the universe. I looked down upon the myriad of worlds, but with no one accompanying me. In this life, I wish for both.”

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“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.