Armipotent - Chapter 1899: Family Time (2)

“Bo, Mr. Bo, if I tell you that I am not a man, but a woman, what will you do?”

“What do you think?”

“… If you have something to say, please put down the belt, please?”

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Ye Xian transmigrated into an entertainment novel and became a member of the popular boy band. She disguised herself as a man, pestered the captain and the male lead, and finally died tragically due to revenge.

Ye Xian, “?”

As the most favored youngest daughter of the Ye Group, she is so beautiful and indistinguishable between male and female, why would she want to live and die for a stinky man?

So, netizens saw Ye Xian suddenly transformed into a handsome man who split the sky, attracting thousands of girlfriend fans to follow him wildly.

Teammates saw that Ye Xian began to focus on his career, fans broke through tens of millions in minutes, and the trophy was soft.

The original male protagonist saw that Ye Xian ignored him, but circled around his brother…

“Mr. Bo, this is the tea I asked someone to bring from Suzhou. Would you like to try it?”

“Mr. Bo, this is the sweet and sour fish I made myself. Would you like to try it?”

Bo Tingshen is the hero’s elder brother, the top boss who supports the protagonist in the original novel, and has countless resources under him. Ye Xian naturally wants to curry favor with him, so that he can step on the giant’s shoulders, but why does the boss look at her more and more? The more strange it is…

Bo Ting looked deeply at the ‘young man’ who was busy to and fro around him, with dark eyes and secretiveness, and pulled her into his arms.

Ye Xian stuttered in fright, “Bo, Mr. Bo, what are you doing?”

“I don’t want to taste the food, I want to taste you.”

“But I’m a man!”

“I just like men.”

“Hey, I lied to you, I’m actually a woman!”

“I lied to you too.”

“…” Ye Xian wanted to cry, but why did he finally get rid of the male lead and provoke the male lead and his brother?

“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.

A Speedster in a Fantasy World

So, apparently I'm Albedo now...And to make things worse, I'm in the DC universe, which one exactly, I've got no fucking clue.Fuck man! Why do I have to be in the body of a inverted person! Do you know how attention drawing white hair and red eyes look like in the real world?! It's been like what, the 4th person who asked me if they were natural?!...I gotta dye this shit black, like my original hair was...(Author note: This fanfic is an AU of my other fanfic, where instead of Samael being in Marvel he is in DC/Young Justice.The world is a mix of the animated series and the comics - to give myself both a blueprint to work with and enough leeway, since I plan to make the characters have more of their comic capabilities.Also, It also has a chat group element, currently having Aizen, Light, and Azula in it as well as Samael.I hope you all enjoy it, see ya!)