What if My Brother is Too Good? - Chapter 11

Soft cute crying bag nine-tailed fox princess x cold heart and hot heart
Attack and favor each other 1v1, the past wears today’s cookies
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Mingying, the little princess of the Nine-Tailed Clan, was chased and killed when she ran away from home and crossed into a forbidden area by mistake. When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by a completely unfamiliar scene.

When Mingying fled in a hurry, tired and hungry, a woman grabbed the back of her neck with a sullen face and took her away.

Knowing that she was picked up by a demon slayer, Mingying is trying to escape every day.
However, every time he escaped, he was caught by the other side by the back of his neck.

Mingying: Even if I lie on the street and be a wild fox, I don’t want to live with this bad woman!

Later
Mingying: Why don’t the bad women come and touch my tail? QAQ
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Fu Anyu caught a fox demon who was running around and disrupting order on the street.
The fox demon became a mystery, and there was no such demon, so Fu Anyu kept her in his home for the purpose of surveillance.

The fox demon is simple and squeamish, and always has no intention of tearing down the house and causing trouble. Fu Anyu had to investigate her origins and teach her how to live.

Who would have known that the fox demon, who had to run away from time to time, was sticking to her day by day.

#I just want to monitor the fox demon but raised a wife#
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The cover is set for the protagonist, thanks to the artist guilu

Content tags: A special liking, ancient and modern, urban strange news, cute pet

Search keywords: Protagonist: Ming Ying, Fu Anyu ┃ Supporting roles: Chen Yanxuan, Du Yunxin, Hu Xiuli, Li Lingmao, He Che, Su Jinyu

One sentence introduction: The president only pets me rua me~

Purpose: Even if the identities are different, we must understand each other and live together.

- Description from novelbuddy

I found myself in a parallel universe, awakening as a male priest. Everything seemed perfect; after all, as a healer, specializing in aiding women should pose no issue, right? However, I couldn’t help but wonder about some peculiar spells in my repertoire.

Firstly, what in the world is the “Instantaneous Outbreak of Acute Gastroenteritis” spell? And don’t even get me started on the “Osteoporosis” spell. What purpose could these serve in my healing endeavors? The confusion only deepened with spells like “Blood Burn,” “Gradual Freeze,” and “Mental Chaos.” Can I still peacefully focus on healing women with such ominous abilities?

Comparing my spells to those of other professions, I couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast. Mages wield “Doomstorm” and “Ice Age,” swordsmen boast “Sword Rain: Homecoming” and “Wind-Cutter Slash,” while archers showcase “Arrow Rain: Shooting Stars” and “Storm Arrow.” Yet, my ultimate spells are disturbingly named “Cancer Cell Proliferation,” “T-Virus Infection,” and “Rabies Outbreak.”

In the midst of it all, a certain character, some crying girl, laments, “Noooo, I just took a bath, who would have thought that I would become infected!”

Meanwhile, a villain chillingly asks, “Do any of you know what it feels like to burst apart while spouting blood? No! You don’t know!”

Even a boss character confesses, “Dear family, who can understand? I just took a nap, and when I woke up, I suddenly found that I have no kidneys!”

“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.

“Ride this, my beloved consort!” Instantly rewarded with a punch in his charming face. He looked hurt, “I just wanted you to try out the mythical beast mount!”