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The Villains Must Win

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Xue Li’s hand trembled slightly as she dipped the towel into the warm, fragrant water, her breath catching as she squeezed it out over Han Feng’s shoulders. The water cascaded down his chiseled frame, tracing every ridge and contour of his muscles. She swallowed hard, focusing intently on her task, though her heart raced like a drum in her chest. She began at his shoulders, her touch gentle as the towel glided over his skin. His scars, a mix of old battles and untold stories, caught her attention, and she hesitated for a brief moment before continuing. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and the intimacy of the moment sent a shiver up her spine. Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. Xue Li obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate as she ran the sponge across his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen. Each stroke felt unbearably sensual, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked. She tried to maintain her composure, but the proximity to him, the sheer physicality of his presence, made her feel as though the air had thickened. When she reached his arms, he extended one lazily, letting her clean him as though it were his divine right. Her hand moved carefully, trailing down his forearm to his wrist, her touch so soft it almost tickled. Han Feng’s silence was oppressive yet charged, the pressure of his gaze pinning her in place. As she lowered the sponge to his torso again, her hand faltered briefly near the sharp line of his hipbone. The water ran over his skin like liquid fire, and her breath hitched when she noticed the slight curve of his lips, a hint of satisfaction playing there. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"
MiuNovels · 24.7K Views

From Swords to Smartphones?!

In the heart of modern Seoul, an unexpected twist turns Sena’s life into a whirlwind adventure when a medieval stone tower appears in her best friend I-seo’s backyard. This enigmatic event introduces Sena to Luke and Amiel, two figures from another realm who have stepped right out of I-seo’s novel “Between Two Blades.” The book depicts a tragic BL love story where a saint, destined to save the protagonists, ultimately betrays and kills them—a narrative yet to unfold as they find themselves inexplicably in Seoul. Prince Luke, with his dignified demeanor, and Amiel, both angelic and disturbing, find themselves lost in the complexities of the modern world. Their tragic destiny, as written by I-seo, looms over them, filled with unresolved tension and the threat of a doomed ending. Sena, armed with her practical spirit and I-seo’s intimate knowledge of her own characters, takes on the challenge of merging these contrasting realities. The medieval newcomers draw a mix of attention and conflict, compelling Sena and I-seo to navigate through a maze of urban escapades to keep them safe from both medieval pursuers and the public eye. As they struggle with these extraordinary circumstances, Sena uncovers a surprising link between her family and the historical figures: her grandmother, Hyejin, has a hidden past with the medieval visitors. This revelation binds her family’s story with the fantastical disruptions rippling through their lives.
ManSha · 5.3K Views

A New India

In an alternate world, the year is 1947, and as India steps into the dawn of its hard-won independence, an extraordinary twist of fate unfolds. A soul from the future, unexpectedly transported back in time, finds himself thrust into the highest office of the land, Prime Minister of a nation on the cusp of rebirth. What follows is a journey through the corridors of power, where betrayal lurks at every corner, and internal strife threatens to tear the fledgling nation apart. Faced with impossible choices, this modern mind must navigate a country marked by political intrigue, international pressures, and the weight of a people’s hopes. But beneath the surface lies a larger ambition, the vision of an Akhand Bharat, a united and unshakable India that rises from the ashes of its tragic past to forge a bold new future. As history begins to unravel and destiny is rewritten, the stakes grow ever higher. What will it take to unify a divided land and bring forth a nation powerful enough to redefine its place on the global stage? In a tale of courage, sacrifice, and the power of leadership, witness the birth of "A New India" unlike any before, a force to be reckoned with, ready to stand among the world’s greats. If you want to support me via PayPal - https://www.paypal.me/Clausmic 1/2 Chapter Daily depending of the word count. For Bonus Chapters:- 150 Power Stone - 1 Chapter 5 Golden Ticket - 1 Chapter Massage Chair - 2 Chapters Castle - Mass Release (10/15 Chapters) Do read my New Work: Rise Beyond Earth's Final Shield
Clautic · 1.3M Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 699.5K Views

The Lonely Hunter (Contest)

The world is an ever-changing place. Right now, the world is truly changing, either from the worst or for the best. In the year 2450, humanity has enter the world of the future but suddenly, the world shook and rumble for an unknown reason. This earthquake has a Richter magnitude scale of 10. Which is the strongest earthquake in the time of humanity as all believed to be mortifying turned to the worst. The earthquake is also known as 'Super Quake' rumbled the entire earth that lasted for 5 months. Fortunately for humanity, we have developed enough technological resources to launch 3/4th of the population to space but the 1/4th who has been left on Earth, unfortunately,  faced an inevitable death As belief to be the end of mankind, everybody has thought that the earth has ended but as they continue to observe from far away, they saw the earth increase in size forming new tectonic plates and new land began to develop mysteriously expanding earth. Humans continue to observe the earth and like 5 months pass, the Super Quake has finally ended and the earth is now the size of Jupiter making it a new super planet. Seeing that the world has become quiet again, the humans in space returned to their homeland only to find out that not only has almost every man-made infrastructure fallen to ruin, the new landmass formed by the quake made new materials that has never been discovered by humans and not only that,  creatures have evolved to monsters that feed on flesh. These monsters are variants of mutation and evolution. Countless casualties had occurred in the first years of humanity but as we continue to discover and learn about the new materials and monsters, humanity had finally given a foothold to restart again by building a new and more advanced civilization that plans on subjugation to all monsters that may come to a threat to humanity. 60 years have passed, the world has changed since then. Kal a sixteen-year-old Filipino teenager has lived alone ever since his father mysteriously disappears in a hunt. He didn't have any money or job to cope with his daily expenses so, at a young age, he decided to register as a hunter. He has no good background, education, or talent at all, no one had dared to help him so he remained alone. This made hunting harder, he almost died countless times by average monsters and even the weakest ones would cost him a broken bone or two. Because of his bad record, he was considered the weakest hunter and became a laughing stock to all the hunters causing him to suffer more than he had already been. One normal day, while hiking in the mountains, he stumbled upon a mysterious crystal. After obtaining this crystal, he heard a soft bell ringing in his head, [HUNTER REGISTERED, WELCOME HUNTER KAL] A mysterious window panel suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Kaya_Alon · 13K Views
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