MTL - Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again - Chapter 3965 Precisely step on the thunder point of Miss Nian

An average man is reincarnated in the world of DxD! How do you survive in a world of battle-hungry monsters? With a cheat skill, of course! Devour the competition, becoming stronger with every fight! From the depths of the Familiar Forest, the Beast King will rise. (Harem, Gamer!SI)

Noir, third son of a “beggar noble,” lost his job and was at a loss, but fortune struck just as he was contemplating becoming an adventurer.

She married a driver she just met. However, the last thing that had ever come to her expectation was that her bridegroom was no other than the most mysterious billionaire in the city. This marriage brought her baby twins. Thus, she worked harder to support this family. She was the queen of the entertainment circle. When she met the king who dominated the business world, she finally knew her husband’s true identity.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”