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Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil

Meet Eren Elijhah Idril, the guy who just couldn't catch a break even in the afterlife. He kicks the bucket as an old, broke-down adventurer, courtesy of a not-so-friendly neighborhood monster. Bummer, right? But hold onto your hats, 'cause that's not where his story ends. By some crazy stroke of fate, Eren gets thrown back in time to his teenage years, back when he was just a greenhorn at Lionheart Academy, dreaming big and not a care in the world (except maybe passing his special exams as a a novice Ranker). Now, most folks might use a second shot at life to right their wrongs, make amends, you know, the whole shebang. But not our boy Eren. Nope, he's not about to let a little thing like mortality slow him down. With a fresh start on the horizon, Eren decides to throw caution to the wind and embrace his inner rogue. And boy, does he embrace it. From pulling off daring heists to stirring up trouble wherever he goes, Eren dives headfirst into a life of mischief and mayhem, all without batting an eyelash. No hesitation, no regrets—just pure, unadulterated chaos. [WPC#218 Bronze Trophy Winner] [Mature content warning.] Additional tags: #evilmc #mature #evilprotagonist #antiheroprotagonist #coldmc #calculatingmc #pragmaticmc #smut #lemons #maturecontent ================= Instagram: graybacknovels Discord: https://discord.com/invite/R5uGQaXJRY

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[Bonus chapter] "Things I Do for Love!"*

Eren smiled as he watched Nysa's actions with intrigue.

He could see that Nysa was getting comfortable around him and with his touch. He trailed his fingers down Nysa's arm, sending electric shocks through her body. She grabbed his free hand and placed it over her lady mound on her own.

It was as if she was trying to crush his finger between her two legs. Using his finger, he explored her wet canal. And this was when her soaked panties were still on her.

The scent of Nysa's love juices permeated the air around her as she squirted on his hand. It wasn't too different from Red Fire Sardines' fresh and natural odor.

The butcher had to say that all of Nysa's pent-up desires attacked her all at once when they were given a chance to vent. It was as if a tightly packed suitcase spilled all the articles once someone tried to open it.