Tokyo Revengers X Male Reader

After three years of marriage, I suddenly began to realize that my wife might have a low libido. One evening, my older neighbor, who was sympathetic, kindly invited me over. That night, I stumbled upon his wife in the middle of a passionate entanglement with another man through a crack in the door. The next day, my neighbor said to me, "Hey, Cyril, you know, Heather has always liked you."

On the eve of the National Robotics Championship, I smashed my carefully designed bot to pieces and announced my withdrawal. Everyone said I was a fraud who was quitting out of fear of being exposed. Online, the netizens mocked me relentlessly. Only one person, Adrian Cross, the so-called genius of the century, spoke up in my defense, his voice dripping with false sincerity, "I believe in River Lowell’s skills. Only he deserves to be my opponent. No matter what setbacks he’s facing, I hope he comes back to the arena and proves himself." In my previous life, the robot I built was identical to his. No matter how I tried to prove he had copied me, Adrian stood before the cameras, wearing his benevolent mask, and said, "It’s fine. This robot can go to River. I can always build something even better." His fans swarmed me, tearing me apart online, and no one believed in my talent. I swallowed the humiliation and vowed to rebuild my robot from scratch. However, when I was assembling it, the Power Core in my kit exploded, shattering my skull. That same night, I was rushed into the ICU. Netizens clapped and cheered, saying I got exactly what I deserved. That night, my girlfriend, Lila Hart, signed the hospital’s DNR consent form without hesitation. Until the day I died, I never understood how Adrian had gotten my robot’s data or why Lila had joined forces with him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day of the competition.

I got a security job in an upscale neighborhood.  One day, I got a call from a resident.  “I think there’s been a break-in.”  I rushed to the scene. Instead of an intruder, I was greeted by a beautiful woman in barely anything.  She held me and pleaded, “I’m scared. Can you stay with me?”

Here's a piece of advice—do not catch the eye of those pretty salesgirls who sell supplements. You have no idea the things they'll do to close a deal. I become a yummy slice of cake in their eyes; they all want a bite of me. I'm faced with the seduction and allure of countless beauties, but it doesn't make me happy at all.

When news of my arranged fiancee's death arrived, I didn't cry or make a scene. Instead, I quickly reclaimed her shares and had the death certificate issued. I did it because I've been reborn. In my past life, Dad was worried that women would eye my fortune as the heir to the wealthiest family. So, he arranged for me to marry one of three women he personally picked. I chose the most outstanding one, Monica Harris, and married her. However, just three days after our wedding, she died suddenly. Heartbroken, I was persuaded by the remaining two women to give up on marriage and remain single for life. At 80 years old, when I returned to our special place in Sunmere Valley to reminisce, I saw Monica. She should have been dead for 60 years! She stood beside Liam Rogers, my driver who'd gone missing decades ago, surrounded by their children and grandchildren, living a picture-perfect life. I realized I'd been deceived my entire life. The shock sent my blood pressure soaring, and I died of a stroke on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was transported back to the day I died. This time, I'm going to find out exactly how someone who's supposedly dead keeps on living.

I was the top engineer at the National Deep-Sea Institute—and the only person in the world with real deep-sea rescue experience. When my younger brother's submarine went down and he called for help from 35,000 feet below, I hung up on him. Then, calm and unhurried, I went straight to the police station and turned myself in for leaking classified research data. A few minutes later, my father called, furious. "Your brother's life is hanging by a thread—where the hell are you?! I demand you to get to the site and save him right now, or you won't see a single penny of the family fortune!" I pulled the blanket over myself and said into the phone, perfectly composed, "Busy. Don't bother me—I'm trying to sleep."

เมื่อวันหนึ่ง 'กับดัก'​ ของคนร้าย ๆ กำลังจะกลายมาเป็น 'กับดัก'​ ของความรัก "อึก ช่วย ... ช่วยฉันด้วย" "ช่วย? แล้วฉันจะได้อะไร?" "ทะ...ทุกอย่าง" "ทุกอย่าง?" "จะเอาเท่าไหร่ กะ..ก็บอก ฉัน อึก ฉันยอมจ่าย" เพราะเงินทองเป็นแค่ของนอกกาย จะกี่แสนกี่ล้านยูกิก็ยินดีจ่ายหากมันทำให้รอดพ้นจากเงื้อมมือของคนหวังดีประสงค์ร้ายไปได้ เธอจึงให้คำมั่นสัญญาไว้ก่อนที่ภาพทุกอย่างจะเลือนรางลงจนกลายเป็นความดำมืด โดยที่เธอไม่รู้ตัวเลยว่าคำสั้น ๆ คำนั้น จะกลายมาเป็นพันธนาการที่ทำให้เส้นทางชีวิตของเธอไม่เหมือนเดิมอีกต่อไป ในเซตมีทั้งหมด 5 คนนะคะ 1. คชา x หมอนิล จาก ทำไมถึงเป็นเธอ 2. หมอนัท x หมอฟ้าใส จาก รักอำพราง 3. หมอเกมส์ x น้ำค้าง จาก รักอำพรางคู่พิเศษ 4. ต้นไม้ x ใบบัว จาก เพื่อน(ไม่)จริง 5. อาร์ม x ยูกิ จาก กับดักรักร้าย สามารถอ่านแยกกันได้ตัวละครมีความสัมพันธ์ที่เชื่อมโยงกันในบางฉากเท่านั้น

เรื่องในคืนนั้น ... สำหรับเธอ มันคือความผิดพลาด แต่สำหรับเขา มันคือความตั้งใจ! เมื่อ 'ต้นไม้' หนุ่มหล่อผู้พ่วงท้ายด้วยตำแหน่งเดือนคณะ ที่เกิดไปตกหลุมรัก 'ใบบัว' เพื่อนสาวสวยสุดแซ่บผู้ตั้งมั่นกับตัวเองไว้ว่าเธอจะไม่มีวันใช้หัวใจกับใครอีกแล้ว หลังจากเพียรพยายามตามจีบแบบมึน ๆ อยู่หลายปีจนเกือบจะถอดใจ แต่แล้ววันหนึ่งก็เกิดเหตุการณ์ที่ทำให้คนทั้งคู่ข้ามเส้นของคำว่า ‘เพื่อน’ ในเซตมีทั้งหมด 5 คนนะคะ 1. คชา x หมอนิล จาก ทำไมถึงเป็นเธอ 2. หมอนัท x หมอฟ้าใส จาก รักอำพราง 3. หมอเกมส์ x น้ำค้าง จาก รักอำพรางคู่พิเศษ 4. ต้นไม้ x ใบบัว จาก เพื่อน(ไม่)จริง 5. อาร์ม x ยูกิ จาก กับดักรักร้าย สามารถอ่านแยกกันได้ค่ะ เพียงแค่มีความสัมพันธ์ที่เชื่อมโยงกันในบางฉากเท่านั้น

It was the day Jessica Goldenfold got the International Wealth Club Charity Award. My doctor pronounced me dead, for I could not afford the artificial heart needed for my survival. The show's host asked Jessica to call the one whom she had the most regret about. She called my number. I picked it up. She asked, "Do you ever regret leaving me for money?" I stared at the obscene bill for the artificial heart. Then, I chuckled. "You're a rich girl, Jessica. How about a loan of 30 grand?" She killed the call. I watched her telling everyone in front of the cameras, "No more regrets." She had no idea at all. She had no idea that I was the one who gave my heart to her when she had heart failure. I did it behind her back.

Evonne Shannon was a poor student mother sponsored. She was also the crush I had been courting for a long time. Wanting to allow her to shine, I gave up my place in the piano competition for her. However, she glared at me with disdain for deciding this on my own. She then instantly turned around and handed the registration form to her boyfriend, Angelo Zambrano, and said, "Ange, only you deserve this competition." Evonne liked sports cars, so I begged my mother to buy her a limited-edition McLaren supercar. But in return, Evonne mocked me and called me shallow. "Don't think I'll accept you just because I'm accepting the car, Chase Shannon. You've never understood me." With my help, Evonne got to put on a facade of a mysterious billionaire's daughter. But the moment she got money from me, she turned around and went on a romantic getaway with Angelo. I thought of Evonne as my everything and even asked my mother to arrange for her to join the family company. Within half a year, she was promoted to a core team member. She then conspired with Angelo to drain the company dry and even forced me to my death. "What else can you do besides insult me with money and a materialistic lifestyle, Chase? You're the most disgusting obstacle on my path to success. Only when you're dead can I marry Ange," she declared. I was heartbroken when I heard this, and that was when Evonne pushed me off the sidewalk and into traffic. Immediately after that incident, I was reincarnated to the day I bought Evonne a piano. She was glaring at me with disdain. "If you don't want to buy it, just say so. There's no need to humiliate me like this." I let out a dismissive scoff. "Am I the one who's humiliating you, or are you the shameless one? You beg for food but complain that it's cold. You're worse than those stray dogs on the streets. At least they show gratitude after getting scraps."