MTL - Look In the Mirror - v2 Chapter 664 Bodhi true understanding

She barged into his office, ignoring the secretary who was trying to prevent her.

He looked up from his files and frowned to see the girl who just barged into his office.

“ What are you doing here?” He asked her coldly.

She smirked proudly and flipped her hair back and said, “ What do you think I am doing here? I am hungry, take me out for lunch.”

He knitted his brows, “ Why would I? Didn’t I already pay the compensation? I have zero obligation to feed you. So go away.”

The corners of her lips turned into an evil smirk, “ Do you think that you can get away from me that easily? Tsk, tsk. Mr. Han, you have really underestimated me.”

“ I will hunt you down even if you try to hide away from me in a faraway mountain.”

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Jiang Yue is a member of the most popular and powerful girl group who has lived her life with fame and glory. But what happens when she suddenly dies due to an accident and wakes up in the body of a hidden heiress of the Gu family?.....

Xu Nuan is an obedient and timid girl who suddenly becomes sharp-tongued, bold, and fearless after the accident. Can the people who have always looked down on her accept her strong and fearless attitude?

Han Zihao, President of Han Corporations was known for his cold and unmatched aura was forced to yield in front of the stubborn girl who jumped in front of his car. How will he be able to react to Xu Nuan’s fierce and spirited influence?

Jiang Bai woke up one day and found with shock that he had transmigrated to a parallel world that is similar to Earth. There, he was granted a cheat system to help him forge the path of a tyrant in this new world. He was now stuck in this parallel world body, the body of a weak and cowardly person. Join Jiang Bai as he rose to the top in this new world!

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“Take me in, I’ll do anything you want me to!”

In her previous life, Lu Man is sent to prison after being framed by her step-sister and an asshole. After being released from prison, the only thing that greets her is her mother’s tombstone. Seeing the as*hole and bit*h getting happily along together like one big family with her birth father and step-mother, she sets out to die together with the as*hole and her step-sister in fiery flames.

The moment she opens her eyes again, she finds herself back on the very day she was framed. Resolutely jumping out the window and climbing next door, she seeks refuge from the man occupying the room there. But who would have guessed that the man is the brilliant hunk she has always admired from afar in her past life?

She vows to rub her eyes clean and be more discerning of people. She wants to make everyone who owed her in the past to pay her back!

“Young Master Han, can you let me hug your other arm too?”
“Actually, I have one more, do you want it?”
“…”

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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.