The Evil God Who Raised Me|MxM【book1 finished】✅️
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✵ REBELLIOUS COLONEL × DECADENT PROFESSOR✹ The Corrupt yet Captivating Evil God "Daddy"
❦ [TAGS]
↳ Dark romance · Captivity · Possessive love · Eldritch / Monster romance
↳ Defiant Wolf-Dog General (Bottom) × Elegant Scum & Wicked "Daddy" God (Top)
❖ A dark-fantasy epic of mutual redemption and extreme emotional tug-of-war ❖
☽ Story Overture ☾
Shi Yuanxu-an Imperial colonel carved for sin, worshiped and feared-was never a machine of war. He was a starving thing in a beautiful shell.
Ten years ago, he begged Mr. Zhan for love.
Ten years later, he curls in Professor Zhan's arms again-this time as a small white beast.
Raised twice. Owned once.
"Leaving?" Zhan Qinmo's breath warms his neck. An invisible chain tightens.
"Not until I'm satisfied."
As gods fall and hunger wakes, Shi Yuanxu learns the truth: the man who dusted crumbs from his lips is no man at all-only a cosmic predator that cages what it loves.
"What are you?"
"A hunter," Zhan whispers, eyes darkening to night. "Hunting you."
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The smutish part is in 74、84、96、109、115、116、127、151、152、153、157、158、183、184、187、194、202、214 chapters. This is a long story, the refined translation will be additionally emphasize (like the first chapter).
And this book has been finished in Chinese version, gained over 50,000 views in total in Jinjiang website, and over100,000 views in Chinese net.
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