Wow, look at our shining “ML” — truly the crown jewel of human evolution. A nonstop rapist who treats the MC like a 99-cent stress toy, all while the poor kid looks like he hasn’t had a proper meal for days. And just to spice it up, the MC’s his uncle’s child — adopted or not, the uncle trusted this sewer rat with his dying wish. But hey, who needs trust, dignity, or basic humanity when you can be a disgrace in human skin? Honestly, wild animals everywhere must be offended at the comparison — at least they know boundaries.
And the best part? This hero-of-trash actually believes the MC’s sole purpose in life is to be his personal baby factory. Respect? Please. Dirt gets more courtesy than the MC. If shame had a face, it’d be begging this ML to stop dragging its reputation down. Honestly, if he keeled over tomorrow, the only tragedy would be the missed opportunity to take out the garbage on time.
But wait, the comedy show doesn’t end there. The MC’s body screams “malnourished child,” and somehow this walking moral bankruptcy still doesn’t get the memo. And readers — oh, the readers! Throwing five-star reviews at this cesspool like they’ve discovered the Mona Lisa. Apparently, today’s definition of romance is “rape but make it sparkly.” Genius!
And the author — where do we even start? Congratulations, you’ve managed to take a steaming pile of abuse, smear some glitter on it, and call it art. What a legacy: vandalizing literature while proving creativity can, in fact, hit rock bottom and start digging. Honestly, your shame should be so heavy it needs its own postal code.