Pursuing My Rejected Alpha - Chapter 360 - 360 The Alpha Was Very Unhappy

“Didn’t you want me to be with you when you bought me? I’m willing to do it!” said the cold business tycoon. He was unrivalled when he behaved like a bully.

Suo Fei, a veteran NEET has spent three days and three nights strategizing his way through the highly explicit H danmei game masterpiece “Yalance”. Furthermore, he was able to capture all nine little shous from the nine great races. However, as the final, 10P feast was approaching, he unexpectedly transmigrated. He transmigrated into the real country of Yalance…

In an era where human advancement stagnates, mankind faces devastating defeat in a galaxy-wide struggle against countless alien races. Amid internal chaos and external threats, a shocking discovery emerges through a broadcast program—a peerless genius named Jiang Que, exiled on a forsaken planet. Jiang Que develops revolutionary cultivation techniques that not only transform various human industries but also offer a path to extending lifespans and evolving into higher beings. As humanity deploys every strategy to steal his secrets, alien factions and their traitorous agents stop at nothing to sabotage his progress. Now, at the center of a cosmic storm, Jiang Que must face enemies from all sides. The Latest Updates All People Want My Created Cultivation Skills – C2 C2 - Creating a Cultivation MethodTime flies.Jiang Que, with his striking looks, had the most viewers in his live broadcast room, peaking at over 100,000.​Yet, after spending a considerable amount of time seated cross-legged in a cave, the audience began to lose interest, and the viewership started to plummet. In an era where human advancement stagnates, mankind faces devastating defeat in a galaxy-wide struggle against countless alien races. Amid internal chaos and external threats, a shocking discovery emerges through a broadcast program—a peerless genius named Jiang Que, exiled on a forsaken planet. Jiang Que develops revolutionary cultivation techniques that not only transform various human industries but also offer a path to extending lifespans and evolving into higher beings. As humanity deploys every strategy to steal his secrets, alien factions and their traitorous agents stop at nothing to sa

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.