Standing Next To You - Chapter 403: I am sorry too

Become famous as early as possible, make money as early as possible, and enjoy the joy of life in America with both fame and fortune.

America, Hollywood, business war, entertainment, celebrities and movies.

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Crossing into a fantasy world, Meng Changqing thought he would live an ordinary life, but he unexpectedly awakened a friend system!As long as the other party agrees to become his friend, even if it’s just verbally, he can obtain corresponding attributes from the other party, as well as additional rewards!“Adding the True Legend of the sect as a friend, obtaining attribute: First-class aptitude!”“Adding the Sect Leader as a friend, obtaining attribute: Perfect-level ‘Indestructible True King Art’!”“Adding the dragon girl of the demon race as a friend, obtaining attribute: True Dragon Bloodline!”“Adding the Sword Immortal as a friend, obtaining attribute: Chaotic Sword Body!”“…”So Meng Changqing began his journey of “relying on friends” for cultivation.As for those who are unwilling to be his friends, Meng Changqing can only draw his long sword from his waist and make friends with his noble character.

Wu Wei, who was once a fishman for the Queen of the Sea, awakened one day and unexpectedly acquired the Tycoon System.One yuan could be spent as ten thousand!!! (Yuan is the unit of account of RMB, which is the official currency of China)Thus, the balance of a little over ten thousand in his card instantly turned into more than a hundred million!However, this money could only be spent on high-scoring goddesses!Therefore, Wu Wei began his wild spending spree.Under his aggressive financial onslaught, all sorts of goddesses fell one after another.The white moonlight he'd been secretly in love with for years, the mature and sexy school beauty, the innocent and cute schoolgirl, the livestreamer with off-the-charts beauty, the delicate and soft dancing goddess, the dazzling top female star...Sorry, but I've monopolized all the goddesses!

“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.