Little One Tears the Villain’s Script - Chapter 325

CAUTION: (TABOO)Contains material that may not be for normal readers to consume.Zhang Fei was a degenerate looser back on Earth. He was crowned the Coomer King after jerking his way to victory in a twisted online test, only to get sucked into a void and thrown into a xianxia world of qi, sects, and hmm.....pussies.Reborn as a crippled heir, his body’s fucked—useless limbs, cock barely twitching—he’s stuck drooling over jade beauties he can’t touch, until........a window lights up in his life.“Welcome to the Crippled Heir MILF System.Host! Ready to fuck your way to the top?” Hell yeah, he is.Task one? Get a hand job.His first conquest? A thick-ass MILF who calls herself “Mother,” her massive tits spilling qi-nourished milk into his mouth while she strokes his cock till he cums hard, fixing his broken ass with every sticky spurt.Now, Fully healed, Zhang Fei’s out to steal every jade beauty, fuck rival sect bitches senseless and claim the fat legacy that he is supposed to have.The system dings with every thrust: “Mission: Bang your way to the top. Rewards: Qi Potion, badass moves, and more pussy.”Will he ascend to fuck the heavens or just fuck everything in his path? Spoiler: he’s doing both.Tags:R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | Hentai | NSFW | Netori | Blowjob | Anal | Sex | Threesome | Foursome | Hardcore | Feet | Thick | Thicc | Loli | Milf | Gilf | Young & Mature | Choking | Out doors | Humiliation | Nymph | Bdsm | Fetish | Dual Cultivation | Action| Handsome MC | Weak to Strong MC | Antihero | Comedy | Taboo|

Once upon a time, there was a makeup artist who possessed outstanding skills and top-notch aesthetic judgement. When he did makeup for various stars, he could embellish sharpness onto the smooth vases that lacked edges, and he could make models who exceeded the boundaries of aesthetics to appear delicate and soft, more approachable to people.

Male stars loved to request him, for he had a thorough understanding of masculine charm in particular, and the makeup he did was never garishly slathered in oils or powders, instead exuding a natural, dashing air of elegance.

Female stars loved to request him, because not only was he excellent in his skills, he was also everyone’s closest confidant; when they chatted, he could easily hold any conversation, and his mouth would be tightly sealed, never allowing anyone’s privacy to slip out.

Although this person was quite young, after getting by in the makeup industry the past few years, he was virtually considered as a distinguished personality in his profession, and would be referred to as a ‘master’ wherever he went.

But he had a terrifying secret. He needed to carefully tread on thin ice and couldn’t expose even the slightest traces; otherwise, nobody would invite him to work ever again, and nobody would apply to the classes he led anymore.

—He was a straight man.

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Noda Sagiri is the only girl in her karate club, she has little feminine attributes but has a hidden talent in making sweets. On a whim she decided to bring her handmade cookies to her club, but after one of the idols of the school Michel François tasted her cookie he suddenly declared “I must meet with the girl who made these cookies!”. The search for the cookie maker began, however it seems that no one would come to expect that Sagiri is the one who made them….

I found myself in a parallel universe, awakening as a male priest. Everything seemed perfect; after all, as a healer, specializing in aiding women should pose no issue, right? However, I couldn’t help but wonder about some peculiar spells in my repertoire.

Firstly, what in the world is the “Instantaneous Outbreak of Acute Gastroenteritis” spell? And don’t even get me started on the “Osteoporosis” spell. What purpose could these serve in my healing endeavors? The confusion only deepened with spells like “Blood Burn,” “Gradual Freeze,” and “Mental Chaos.” Can I still peacefully focus on healing women with such ominous abilities?

Comparing my spells to those of other professions, I couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast. Mages wield “Doomstorm” and “Ice Age,” swordsmen boast “Sword Rain: Homecoming” and “Wind-Cutter Slash,” while archers showcase “Arrow Rain: Shooting Stars” and “Storm Arrow.” Yet, my ultimate spells are disturbingly named “Cancer Cell Proliferation,” “T-Virus Infection,” and “Rabies Outbreak.”

In the midst of it all, a certain character, some crying girl, laments, “Noooo, I just took a bath, who would have thought that I would become infected!”

Meanwhile, a villain chillingly asks, “Do any of you know what it feels like to burst apart while spouting blood? No! You don’t know!”

Even a boss character confesses, “Dear family, who can understand? I just took a nap, and when I woke up, I suddenly found that I have no kidneys!”