Transmigrating into the Male Supporting Character’s Ex-wife - Chapter 76.2

The eldest son of the assassin aristocrat Tuatha Dé.

The skill, experience, knowledge of the previous life, magic, all of which grows his power as an assassin.

Excellent assassins pass through. He was usually admired as the ideal lord, and behind it wielded a blade as an assassin aristocrat.

Tuzi embodied what her name meant; a short, somewhat curvy and bubbly woman who was always down to have a good time with almost everyone. She was as active as a bunny even on her worst days, and she kept that up for her entire life... even though it cost her life. The problem with having fun with just about anyone meant that sometimes her partners were already taken, and one day a jealous lover found her and... well, she just wished she had gotten hit by a truck instead.After all, she 'woke up' after being brutally murdered to find herself standing in front of a true bunny; a Goddess who thought that this woman named after her was quite fascinating and entertaining to watch, so she was sent to another world to try it all again.The problem was she had no system, no help, no guide or special cheat... all she had were her wits, her wiles, and her charm to attempt to just survive in this new world, let alone entertain a Goddess with incredible feats!Join Tuzi as she travels through a fantasy world relying only on herself to achieve... well, perhaps greatness, or perhaps just a typical life for a Bunnykin; sex in abundance with the occasional baring of some deceptively sharp fangs.This is going to be a smut book primarily with action and adventure in roughly equal parts, and it will also have some scenes that will be dark. Tuzi won't be an OP system wielding MC, she won't be flawless, she won't always even be the main focus sometimes because of where she is and who she is with.The book will continue along with my usual ruleset; all futanari and women, hentai logic when it comes to sex, more focused on the people and how they interact instead of nonstop action... if that sounds good to you, come read, otherwise I wish you find a novel somewhere else that satisfies your wants.

Day 1 of the zombie outbreak.Before I killed a zombie, I killed a person.Anti-social Protagonist Apocalypse Confident...

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.