MTL - Transmigrated Into the Film King’s Little Wife - Chapter 63

[Warning: R18+] She has to make the Devil fall in love within 100 days to regain her original body!

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Phantomflake's soul got separated from her body after committing suicide in front of her enemy, Nathan Sparks, the Supreme Leader of Syphiruz Mafia.

She woke up only to find out that her body (which was in a coma state) was being held captive by Nathan 'the Devil!', who was trying to prolong her life. And what was his motive? To kill her by his own hand and torture her to death!

Nathan has a deep resentment against Phantomflake as she was the one who assassinated the most precious person in his life. He wanted revenge!

And things just got more exciting when a magical creature appeared in front of Phantom's soul, giving her a ridiculous mission in exchange of regaining her body back.

“Make him fall in love with you within 100 days!” The flying creature said, pointing his small paws at Nathan who expressionlessly stood next to her sickbed.

With her eyes going round, Phantomflake made an 'you-got-to-be-kidding-me' face at the flying creature.

No way! That's a mission impossible! This guy loathed her so much. How would she do that??!

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Excerpt:

“I did everything! Why don't you like me?”

He just shrugged his shoulders and looked at her expressionlessly, making Abigail more annoyed.

Abi: “I cooked for you!”

Nathan: “You almost poisoned me.”

Abi: “I clean your big mansion!”

Nathan: “You broke our century-aged vase family heirloom.”

Abi: “I serenade you!”

Nathan: “You are out of tune.”

Abi: “I took the bullet for you!”

Nathan: “I didn't ask you to do that.”

Abigail squinted her eyes at this cold-hearted devil. She's losing her patience.

Abi: “I almost stripped in front of you but you didn't even react!”

Nathan: “You didn't take all your clothes off.”

Abi: “...”

This time… his lips twitched, smirking at her

Abigail rolled her eyes skyward as she realized that the devil was just teasing her. 'Pervert!'

“Fine. I give up! It's so hard to seduce a robot!” She murmured.

She was about to turn around and leave when suddenly a pair of strong arms caught her by her waist. Then she just felt her body being pushed on the wall.

Nathan's face was now a few centimeters away from hers. She could feel his fresh breath fanning her cheek. “If you want to seduce me then do it properly!”

'Shit! What is he trying to do here?' Abi's heart was thumping like a drum roll inside her chest. Her mind went blank.

Before she knew it, she just found herself being kissed by the devil hungrily and aggressively.

'Damn?! Is this for real? The Devil is kissing me?!'

Wang Tianxiao was reborn thirty years ago, the day before the eldest son was born.

It was more than 20 degrees below zero, and the wife shivered on the cold kang with her big belly and three-year-old daughter in her arms.

In the pot, there was no firewood to be seen, and the bottom of the water tank was solidly frozen.

What a difficult start.

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Xu Niannian was reborn in the 1980s and became the most beautiful flower in ten miles around.With three younger brothers at home, her sharp-tongued mother loved her as her life; daughters were golden lumps while sons were just a waste of money.She had thought she would encounter a host of troublemakers, but although there were many, they ended up spoiling her rotten.The stingy grandmother, upon meeting her, would always dig out the best things for her.The acerbic mother, who was scolding her sons just a second ago, would instantly change her expression to a blooming chrysanthemum upon seeing her daughter.Thus, Xu Niannian's goal became to work hard to earn money and keep her quirky family well-fed and chubby.Having obtained the Spiritual Spring by chance, Xu Niannian grew more beautiful every day.When Jin Yu first met Xu Niannian, he only felt that the girl was charming and bewitching, beautiful enough to dazzle him.He had another girl in mind, yet was inexplicably captivated by Xu Niannian's allure, unaware that the one he wished to take responsibility for and the one he liked were the same person.

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.