Xia Lun truly hadn’t expected that the leader of the Blood Pact would be a woman.
"Luo Lun… is a woman?"
"Indeed. If it were a man, I’d definitely keep my distance."
Aina’s gaze turned teasing.
"Ah, Xia Lun, you’re so adorable… Oh my, how strange—why does the air smell so sour? Ah, I see! My little Xia Lun is jealous! Do you need me to hug you and comfort you?" Covering her mouth, Aina laughed unrestrainedly, her shoulders shaking with mirth.
Clearly, Aina had no self-awareness of how much more often she was the jealous one.
Her teasing made Xia Lun’s cheeks flush slightly.
"Don’t worry, Xia Lun. My eyes are only for you. Other men might as well be ants to me," Aina murmured, pulling Xia Lun’s head close. "I’d never abandon you."
Xia Lun smiled faintly, saying nothing more. He already knew this well.
Aina stretched lazily, covering a yawn with her hand. "Haa— Xia Lun… I think I’m a little sleepy."
Warm bat wings unfurled from her back, draping gently over Xia Lun. "Goodnight, Xia Lun. Let’s turn off the lights and sleep early."
Hmm. Aina, sleepy?
Beings like them could choose to sleep, but feeling genuinely drowsy was impossible.
Aina wasn’t sleepy—she was scared.
With a snap of her fingers, the ambient magic lights in the room dimmed.
In the darkness, Aina’s steady breathing filled the air.
Xia Lun began fumbling quietly in the dark.
"Xia Lun…" Aina’s voice suddenly trembled, on the verge of tears. "Today’s already… the fifth round. I really can’t take it anymore… I’ll break."
"No, Aina. You’re the Demon King." Xia Lun wiped the corner of her eye—no tears, as expected. "Believe in yourself. You won’t break… and I’ll be careful."
"No, Xia Lun, you won’t be careful. You have zero restraint!" Aina clawed at his firm back. "Why else would I have sealed you with magic?"
Xia Lun paused.
"Sorry, I was too rough." He kissed her forehead. "Let’s stop here for tonight. Rest well."
A moment later, he felt Aina’s fingers tracing lightly over his chest, tickling him.
"Aina… what are you doing?" Xia Lun asked, puzzled.
Her arms coiled around his neck, fingertips teasing the ridges of his spine… He knew exactly what this provocation meant.
"Keep going, Xia Lun… I can handle it, if I push myself a little," Aina whispered in his ear.
"Won’t you break?" he asked worriedly.
"Even if I do, I want to continue." Stubbornly, she pressed down on his shoulders and straddled him.
……
"Mo Lini, this is Miss Lian Na. She’ll be working here as a maid from now on… Be nice to each other, okay?" Liyana introduced Lian Na at Mo Lini’s door.
Mo Lini opened the door, the small red beast rubbing her bleary eyes, clad in pink pajamas.
The pajamas—bought during their trip to the city—had bunny ears on the hood, perfectly suiting Mo Lini’s charm.
Liyana had forced them on her, but Mo Lini wore them anyway, not one to waste.
"Why visit so late? I won’t let you stay over," Mo Lini yawned.
Liyana pouted. "Am I that kind of person?"
"Yes."
"…Fine, you got me."
Lian Na studied Mo Lini. So there was another girl her age here.
"Miss Lian Na, are you an elf?" Mo Lini noticed her pointed ears, like Liyana’s.
Liyana leaned in and whispered to Mo Lini.
Mumble, mumble, mumble.
"Oh… really?" Mo Lini’s eyes softened with sympathy.
Miss Lian Na’s family had been victims of those forbidden drugs.
"To welcome our new friend, let’s have a girls’ pajama party!" Liyana suddenly declared.
Mo Lini didn’t object. Lian Na nodded shyly.
Soon, the three sat cross-legged on Mo Lini’s bed in their sleepwear.
"Why my room?" Mo Lini muttered, but Liyana’s loud chatter drowned her out.
Liyana launched into animated tales of her past adventures, Lian Na’s eyes sparkling with fascination.
"Liyana, are you exaggerating?" Mo Lini questioned her claim of shooting five monsters with one arrow.
"Of course not! After that incident, I never exaggerate…" Liyana shrunk a little.
That incident referred to the misunderstanding where the entire elf race believed she’d slain the Demon King.
Lian Na tilted her head.
At first, she’d been reserved, but Liyana’s warmth quickly drew her in.
Besides, Liyana was her idol—sharing a bed and chatting like this was beyond her wildest dreams.
"Miss Mo… Mo Lini doesn’t look much older than me, but you’re already adventuring with Liyana and the others?" Lian Na asked softly. "You seem so mature, even though we’re probably the same age."
Mo Lini took a deep breath. Liyana covered her mouth, stifling laughter.
Mo Lini had once been a music teacher in Olifant—hardly a youngster.
"Miss Lian Na… I’m actually in my twenties."
"Really? I’d never have guessed." Lian Na studied her. "You’re very cute, Miss Mo Lini."
Lian Na wore Mo Lini’s pajamas, which fit her perfectly.
"Hehe… you’re both adorable," Liyana grinned goofily.
"Oh!" Now more comfortable, Lian Na grew talkative. "What about Miss Aina? Shouldn’t we invite her too?"
Though Aina’s aloof demeanor intimidated her, Lian Na felt it’d be rude to exclude her.
"Ah, Aina? She’s… probably busy right now," Liyana hedged.
"Busy? It’s nighttime. What’s she doing?" Mo Lini frowned. "She joined last time… though I don’t know why we all passed out. We weren’t even that tired."
That’s exactly the problem! Liyana screamed internally, but this was not something she could explain.
Under the girls’ curious stares, she slowly turned away.
"Aina is… probably… training."

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"