mature suck

Just AI translations that I want to leisurely read later (Ignore this). Also, I'm not the author. Problems: *Names *Chaps heavily un-edited *Cultivation realm confusion Pro: *Better than MTL at least lol Cover is from R.top

[WARNING: EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT] Immersed in the captivating VR game, Anna's daily routine fades away. She will find a fulfillment of her deepest desires with High Orc warrior she decides to keep by her side. Together with her love deepens also her gaming addiction, blurring the lines between fantasy and reality.

[WARNING: EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT] In a kingdom plagued by his father's tyrannical rule, Prince Maximilian slay the despot king with his own hands, claiming the throne for himself. Amidst the chaos of his rise to power, he finds solace and love in Valleria, a breathtaking beauty he once claimed as a prize of war. HIS POV. (Please, leave a short review below this story, I’m excited to read your feedback! )

After transmigrating for four years, He Yiming finally becomes a rookie sect master, activates the Sect System, and receives sign-in rewards! The system actually summons companions from Earth, having them transmigrate as a group, reshape their bodies, and become disciples of the sect! And so, the sect’s entire vibe takes a sharp turn! Dark Souls veteran: “Even though the newbie-village mobs can one-shot us, as long as you block one attack and roll, you can kill them flawlessly without taking damage!” Chūnibyō player: “If your right hand doesn’t have the Power of Seals, what kind of immortality are you cultivating?! Come to my crash course! Guaranteed results!” Tower defense player: “The beast tide is coming! Form up the He Yiming Defense Group! Arrow towers, ice turrets, flying-sword formations—all ready! If even one monster slips through, I’ll butterfly swim in Shit!” Native cultivator: “What? He Yiming’s disciples can establish their foundation in three seconds?” “What? He Yiming’s disciples can solo a great demon without taking damage?” “What? Every one of He Yiming’s disciples has Heavenly Fire?” “What the hell—say that again?!” TL Note: My translation of names will be a bit different from the previous translator, so I will have to ask that people adjust to the new/similar names. Also the other translator is wrong on the chapter length. I check on the book’s publisher website and their chapter 773 should be chapter 688, so this is continuing off from their last chapter. Also, I am translating it here as well and you can read paid chapters here https://indratranslations.com/series/all-my-disciples-suck/ Here is my Patreon patreon.com/dojyann. Tier one will be $3 a month allowing access to 15 chapters ahead, $5 gets 30, and $10 gets all my locked chapters. Currently it would be best to buy the chapter on https://indratranslations.com/series/all-my-disciples-suck untill there is 15 chapters for tier one.

Lu Changsheng is depressed. In this world full of cultivators and immortals, because of his face and irresistible fine bearing as a protagonist, women fall in love with him within three seconds. Unusual heavenly phenomena occur to celebrate his breakthroughs. His literary talent can easily shock all scholars and his random citations are eulogized by the heaven and earth. Legendary beasts offer themselves as mounts, celestial treasures throw themselves into his pockets. However, there is one thing he does not understand. He's the main character, the protagonist, the MC! Why does his cultivation suck? Also known as "Super Ultra Ordinary and Average Eldest Senior Brother," "Why Am I Still the MC Even When I Suck at Cultivation," "My Good-looking Face But Hopeless Cultivation."

1 chapter a day, until completion ~ Enjoy a mature romance. Not overly long, not under-developed, heart-warming and body-warming. ~ Elena is an ER nurse who works nights. Damien is a baker who starts work at 3 AM. They live in the same apartment building and share one thin wall. Their schedules mean they're both awake when the rest of the world sleeps; and a flirtatious exchange of notes under the door evolves into something far more physical after a chance meeting in the hallway at 2 AM. But daytime is a different world: she's dealing with grief from a patient she lost, he's trying to save his late mother's bakery from debt. The novel traces how a relationship born in the strange intimacy of nighttime hours has to learn to survive in daylight; with all its complications.

He came to beg for mercy. He left owned. Jace Carter thought he could outtalk trouble-until the day his debt brought him face-to-face with Damien Moreau, a ruthless mafia boss known for breaking men far tougher than him. With no money, no backup, and no way out, Jace makes a reckless joke: "What if I pay with my body?" He doesn't expect Damien's quiet smile. He doesn't expect the door to lock behind him. And he definitely doesn't expect the way his body starts to betray him. As days turn to nights in Damien's control, Jace is forced to confront the one thing more dangerous than his debt-his desire.

Jaeho Han's father was his hero. A man built like Hercules who worked multiple jobs to give his kids the education he never had. But after the twins were born, the workload became too much and his father's health deteriorated silently, refusing help, hiding his condition even from his wife. He died when Jaeho was thirteen, leaving behind a grieving wife who could barely look at her children without feeling the guilt as she thought it was the birth of the twins that killed her husband. She tried her best for four years before she disappeared. At seventeen, Jaeho became the sole guardian of his five year old twin sisters, Jia and Serin. He worked multiple jobs like his father to give them a chance at life. School was a nightmare, Jaeho was bullied for being poor, for being an orphan, for being a year older than everyone else due to his late admission due to making sure his sisters' education came first. But he endured it all without fighting back, because one wrong move meant losing everything. The debt piled up at ₩737,500,000. Over $500,000. Loan sharks were on his neck, bills suffocating him. Jaeho always smiled for his sisters, but at night, he was drowning. One morning, he helped a recently divorced woman at his laundromat job. She couldn't pay but promised to refund him once her banking app stops acting up, so he transferred his last ₩50,000 to help pay for whatever it was she wanted. Hopefully, it would return with a nice tip. A cyan screen appeared shortly after this help was rendered. [Ding!] [Cashback system activation requirement met!] [System binding in progress...!] [System successfully linked!] [Spent ₩50,000. 2X critical hit. Earned ₩100,000. The money has been transferred to account XXX-XXX-XXX] [Spent at least ₩50,000 on a lewd item for a MILF. Received 1 lottery ticket. Do you want to use it?] [YES][NO] "Wait, lewd item?" Jaeho questioned before looking at the woman with suspicion. For the first time in five years, Jaeho could breathe. But the system wasn't done with him yet. Every won he spent on mature, lonely women came back multiplied which meant unlimited wealth. His father told him that as long as you keep moving forward, things will work out. Jaeho's about to find out just how far forward he can go. --------- Content Tags → Smut / R18+ → Harem, Comedy, Slice of life → System-Elements → Slightly towards Netori [Mc stealing and using others wife] → No Yuri → No Netorase / Yaoi / BL → System + Worldbuilding Driven

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"