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I Fell Into A Third-Rate Smut Novel As A Trashy Gangster

It wasn't really a popular smut series, just one of the dregs left alone to rot for ages in the far reaches of the internet. A wish-fulfillment story where the protagonist gets NTR'd into oblivion in the beginning, before awakening his dormant werewolf bloodline in sheer rage and utterly demolishing all antagonists, while collecting beauties at every step of the way – A typical smutty revenge story. But instead of the usual magical fantasy, this story's premise was based on sci-fi – taking place in an alternate version of Earth where aliens were real, urban legends like werewolves weren't mere figments of imagination, and the government was hiding a f*cking EXTRATERRESTRIAL STARSHIP inside an underground lab in Area-69...!! "...F*ck." ...All I did was send a small donation to this unpopular novel's Author, saying that he shouldn't give up writing. And after falling asleep in my room last night, I strangely found myself transmigrated inside the novel world! Well, good news was – the main character was a gigachad who could operate the hidden Starship thanks to his awakened werewolf bloodline, and fight back when the enemies of the Starship's creators invaded Earth and started raining down plasma beams from space! ...And the bad news – the man I possessed was a third-rate gangster who was supposed to cuck the main character, indirectly assisting in his bloodline awakening. "....f*ck my life..." Now, if I don't cuck him, humanity in this world would go extinct from an overwhelming alien invasion. And if I DO cuck him, I would die to the enraged MC's rampage! "...Ah, sh*t. If I'm going to die anyway, let me have some fun in my remaining few days. Hmm, but I should book a flight to Africa first..." *Ta-ting!* [Bloodline awakening condition has been unlocked!] "...Huh? Now what the hell is this?" ----------------------- WARNING: This novel will have occasional corn (not the vegetable-kind), so if you haven't yet delved into the defiled swamp of degeneracy (meaning if you're not an adult), I recommend that you stay away from this novel. ----------------------- Join the Discord Server: https://discord.gg/EAx7ta5rpp

Degenerate_Stephen · Urban
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55 Chs

Don Emilio [3]

Despite hearing Carlos' words, the man sitting in his ostentatious golden chair didn't even bother turning around to face them. 

"Come and take a seat, young Damien."

...Instead, with his back still facing them, he issued a command in his deep, grizzly voice.

His gaze remained fixed on the distant green forest in an absentminded manner. A half-full glass of alcohol swirled in his hand, as he slowly brought it closer to his lips, and took a small, savoring sip.

"Mm~ Pasión de Locura... It sure lives up to its name."

Heaving a small sigh, Don Emilio then finally turned around, loudly placing down the now empty glass on his table and pouring himself another shot with an impassive expression.

"...So? To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Just like he was told, Damien silently took his seat in front of the tequila-pouring man's table, directing a somber look at his old boss as he slowly opened his mouth.