Return of the General's Daughter - Chapter 211: Lara’s First Banquet

My name is Fang Fan, a fifteen-year-old, introverted third-year middle school student in Rongcheng. My unremarkable life is overshadowed by my mother, Su Zihan—a stunning, ambitious woman in her mid-thirties who has risen to become the city’s deputy mayor. Admired and desired by many, my mother’s beauty and authority make her the center of attention wherever she goes.As I come of age, I am unwillingly drawn into this world, experiencing jealousy, shame, and a growing, illicit attraction to my mother. The boundaries between mother and son blur as our lives spiral into an intense, erotic struggle for control, affection, and identity. Our story is one of psychological torment and sexual awakening, exploring the darkest corners of desire, family, and power.NTR, Netorare, Netori, Adultery, Group Sex, BDSM, Humiliation, Sex Slave, Sex Toys, Incest, MTR, Married, Cheating Mother, Seduction, Objectification, Infidelity

In his arms, she found her home, and she wanted to stay in that home forever.….[warning:Novel is r18 * NO rape * No major misunderstanding!] Status: Completed Novel******“Stand up.” Yera hissed, eyes narrowed at Xander.“It's already up.” Xander smirked and leaned against the headboard of the bed. He lifted an eyebrow and with a grin added, “Perhaps you need.... skin to skin proof?”Disbelief flashed in Yera's eyes. It was quickly replaced with anger. “You pervert!”“You took advantage of me,” he teased. His eyes slowly trailed down her lips towards her neck and with his hoarse voice said, “Or would you like me to remind you... what you did last night?”He was Xander Yang whose hope of marriage ended when he was diagnosed with an erectile dysfunction. Smart and stubborn, the Doctor CEO of Yang Globals group was a very bubbly and loveable person but a difficult man to handle. However, meeting a certain Deyna Song turned his world upside down. How could his dysfunction vanish when he was around her? What kind of magic does this feisty woman hold?Meanwhile, Yera Han had it all. Aside from being the youngest surgeon in the world, she was also the ruthless heiress of the Life Hospitals Group. Smart, Beautiful and Cold. She was revered as the ice queen capable of bringing back the dead with her hands.However, fate took everything away from her… her love, her property... She was left with nothing and lived as Deyna Song. How could she allow fate to make her dance in its palm? She was Yera Han and she vowed to take all that was hers back!They took everything away from her and now she was left with nothing but vengeance...Then came this doctor following her around offering a marriage alliance? How could she think of getting married when her everything was at stake!

Witnessing her fiance’s derailment with her own eyes, she married a “poor and poor” poor second generation.

The next day, jewelry, diamonds, haute couture clothing, luxury cars and mansions were received softly.

He is a domineering president who is cold-hearted and black-bellied in front of others, and he is also a three-good man who spoils his wife, loves his wife, and loves his wife.

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Rumor has it that his cleanliness allergy makes him never touch a woman, but she is a complete exception;

Rumor has it that he is an ascetic man who is so indifferent to strangers that he is extremely gentle in front of her;

Rumor has it that he is generous and neat and never cares about others. After his marriage, he overturns countless vinegar jars every day…

Her married life: sweet, sour, sweet, sweet, bitter, salty;

His married life: Chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, vinegar, vinegar, vinegar, vinegar, vinegar, vinegar, tea.

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Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.