The Baby I Lost Is Actually with My Ex-Husband! - Chapter 166 - I Just Want to Survive

It was supposed to be a perfect deal in which both parties got what they needed. However, after the child was born, he tore up the agreement with discontent and told her, “Who said that we’d only have one child? I want twins! Twin brother and sister! You’ll continue giving birth to more children until you bore me a pair of twins!”

Bad End Night is a novel by Hitoshizuku-P, based on a series of Vocaloid songs, the NighT Series. The plot revolves around eight actors trapped in a never-ending play, seeking a way to escape.

[5 Spell Books][280 Spells and Rituals][Ressuration Completed[System initializing… Synchronization in progress…][Synchronization Complete][Harem Codex Initiated]Every normal thing in his life took a great turn after he Fucked the goddess of lust.This is what I was born to become 'A Monster.' They will fear me! They will crumble in my presence! My purpose is not to save but to destroy, my legacy will be remember forever...Azrael was once the kingdom’s deadliest weapon, forged in the shadows by the criminal elders and a king who demanded perfection. But when his humanity cracked under their brutal training, they abandoned him to a witch-run asylum, branding him broken and useless. Left to rot in despair, Azrael met his end in the ward—until the witches intervened.Out of pity and defiance, they performed a forbidden ritual, combining 280 spells from five ancient grimoires. Their sacrifice gave Azrael a second chance, transmigrating his soul into a new body.He awakens with a system unlike any other: a reality-bending tool granting him the ability to charm and seduce powerful women, each conquest unlocking new powers and revealing deeper truths about his own existence.In a world where women dominate 75% of the population, Azrael uses his newfound abilities to climb the ranks of society, assembling a loyal and influential harem. But as his strength grows, so do the secrets surrounding his rebirth. Each revelation pulls him closer to uncovering the true nature of the system and the conspiracies that reach far beyond his betrayal. Is he the master of his destiny, or just a pawn in a greater game?-___A/N: Sypnosis not long, but gives all it should give, before you judge, read up to the first 15 chapters and leave a review once done.....See y'all in the book.You want a wise MC? You got it!You want an MC who will turn out not to merciful? You got it!Fast paced story? You got it!Something a little bit new, and out of the ordinary? You got it!Level up of both the MC and Villain and system? You got it![Adventure, Action, R18, Isekai, System, weak to strong, Handsome ML, Beautiful FLs, Demons, Monster Girls, Beasts, Apocalypse: All Check ..]

“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.