MTL - My Underachieving Seatmate Doesn’t Need Any Comforting - Chapter 47

Hakuto's life changes forever when his father Shin— a man with highly questionable morals—marries Kagura Kurotsuki, the CEO of a multinational company, and they move into her luxurious mansion.There, he meets the alluring daughters of his new stepmother: the seductive Yuzu—who doesn't hesitate to tease both her new stepbrother and her stepfather in ways that are... rather bold—and Rika, more introverted and irritable, yet just as sensual.But nothing is truly as it seems...Kagura is a succubus, but Rika and Yuzu are different.They were born from a demon and a vampire—something that shouldn’t be exsiste.Because of that, demons, vampires, even humans want them.But Hakuto won’t allow it.He’ll never let anyone hurt his beloved stepsisters.

The protagonist, Punk, is a cautious, cold-blooded, and ruthless Mage.

His goal is always his top priority, over feelings or morality. When unnecessary, he doesn’t like to act like pigs to eat tigers; there are almost no life and death struggles, sometimes risky but steady progress. No strong enemy everywhere, Instead, Punk is always a strong enemy of others.

And he has a very keen interest in the secrets and teachings of the Netheril civilization.

She was framed by her sister and accidentally had a one-night stand with him. Later, he found various unreasonable excuses to force her to live with him. To seek revenge, she reluctantly agreed.“I...I thought you were gay!” She slowly retreated to the corner of the wall.“I thought you already knew the answer to that question that night,” he said, emphasizing the word “that night”.Later, to get a celebrity's headline news, she secretly sneaked into a grand engagement banquet. However...“Everyone, this is my fiancée.” He said to the guests, holding her waist. Upon hearing this, her stepmother and sister were both stunned.With his help and her own efforts, she thought she was going to live a happy life. However, her company suddenly had a new boss...“You! You eat my food, live in my house, sleep with me, and how dare you deduct my salary!”“What about that night you slept with me and only gave me $50?” He said.She thought to herself: How could a billionaire be so petty about just $50! She would definitely divorce!Six years later...“Mommy! This uncle said he'll be our daddy if we pay him just $50! Should we get him?”“Mommy! I agree with that!”

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”