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Naruto: I'm a Teacher, But the System Thinks I'm Naruto's Classmate!

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Kitazawa—a classic Earth Guy with no cheats, no bloodline, and no background—managed to survive as a mediocre Chunin for over twenty years by keeping a low profile and being a teacher at the Konoha Ninja Academy. Just when he thought he could quietly live out the rest of his life in peace… [Congratulations to the Host for turning six. The Strongest Hokage Training System is now online.] “…Wait. Six? Me? You’ve got the wrong guy! I’m 21!” Worse still, the system’s tasks were anything but normal: [Task 1: Help your deskmate Hinata retrieve her scarf.] [Task 2: Graffiti the Hokage Rock with Naruto Uzumaki.] [Task 3: Defeat Uchiha Sasuke and dominate the Ninja School.] [Task 4: Become one of the Three Great Ninjas besides Naruto and Sasuke. Workship Tsunade as your master.] "Tell me—how is a 21-year-old supposed to do these kinds of tasks with a straight face?! I’d rather jump off the Hokage Rock!" [Task Reward: Uzumaki Bloodline, Senju Bloodline, Yin Seal, Konoha Great Whirlwind...] …Well, it’s not impossible. --- "Also, check out my other novels: Harry Potter: From Young Wizard to White Devil! and Naruto: My Bedroom Connects to Rin Nohara 14 Years Ago!"
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Hate Me Professionally

SMUT DONT READ IF BELOW 18 “I hate you, you monster,” I gasped, the words tearing out of me even as my hips bucked up against him. Adrian’s mouth hovered a breath away from mine, his gray eyes dark with hunger. He was on top of me on the bed, the hard length of him grinding slow and filthy between my thighs, dry-humping me through the thin scrap of lace that was all I had left on. His eyes raked down my chest, lingering on the black lace bra that barely contained me, the way my nipples pushed against the fabric with every desperate breath. “Really?” he scoffed. “You hate me so much you’re soaking through your panties when I haven't even brought out the real thing?" I wanted to slap him. I wanted to pull him closer. My fingers twisted tighter in his shirt, knuckles white. “Shut up—” He rocked harder, the friction so perfect it ripped a broken moan from my throat. “That’s what I thought.” His hand slid up, thumb brushing the underside of my breast, teasing the edge of the bra. “You can say you hate me all you want, Alexandra. We both know it's a lie." I hated that he was right. ~ He made her teenage years a living hell. Now he wants to make her his wife. Alexandra Calloway didn’t expect her miracle job interview to end in a slap across her former stepbrother’s face. She definitely didn’t expect Adrian Reyes, ink-haired, gray-eyed, and disgustingly successful, to propose marriage before dessert. He was her first heartbreak before she even knew what heartbreak was. The boy who made her feel invisible, unwanted, and small. The boy she spent ten years trying to forget. Now he's her husband. The contract was simple. One year. Fifteen million dollars. No feelings. A business arrangement between two people who are supposed to hate each other. Supposed to being the most dangerous phrase in the English language. Because the way he looks at her isn't hatred. The way his hands find her waist in a crowded room isn't business. And the secrets buried beneath his cold gray eyes aren't simple at all…..
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