Teaching the Tyrant Manners
I came into the world of a novel I was reading, and became an unknown extra destined for a miserable life.
Teaching manners to a crazy bastard who turns into a tyrant?
Manners, my ass!
Quick thinking was my only means of survival. I tried everything to prevent such a tragic relationship with the tyrant from happening. I kicked, punched and screamed my head off, but I was still beaten in the end. Actually, he’s unexpectedly docile at times and even told me, “You’re the first person who understands me.”
The male lead’s personality is strange.
“Anyway, you shouldn’t do that to a woman.”
“Isn’t it okay to kiss in a bind?”
“No! I meant that you can’t kiss someone without their permission.”
Somewhat miffed, Croft then gave a mischievous grin as he approached her.
Bending down to Rivi’s eye level, he asked in a soft voice with glimmering red eyes, “So you’re saying there’s no problem if you give me permission?”
After hearing his words, Rivier’s heart poundes in trepidation. Tugging at her hand, he held it tightly, pulling his elbow as far as he could, before he stretched his arm out like a bow.
Bam! Rivier accurately jabbed Croft’s abdomen.
Wait, why is there such a hard lump?!
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- Chapter 43
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 2
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