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Upon awakening, Zhou Sui finds himself a low-level Qi Refiner in the Cultivation World. Fortunately, he obtains the Supreme Gu God Bowl, which allows him to cultivate various Gu Insects. Cultivating the Spring Autumn Gu can prolong his life and bestow immortality. Cultivating the Golden Cicada Gu grants the ability to revive the dead and regenerate flesh and bone. Cultivating the Dragon Elephant Gu gives him the Power of Dragon Elephant and the Dragon Elephant's Body, making him invulnerable. Yet, the first Gu Insect he cultivates happens to be the Obsession Gu. From then on, he discovers a broad path of cultivation. As time changes and landscapes shift, the only constants are my eternal life and the everlasting Zhou family.

Jo-Pil, ahem, I mean, I was just a simple sales manager who was more than satisfied with my way of living, thank you very much. But my simple way of living came crashing down like the heavy materials I was counting on my night shift, crushed me and my simple life, and then landed me in a novel I had read back when I was still a Freshman at university. And to make it all worse, it just happened to be the kind of novel that readers would wish to get into and crack the skull of the various sadistic love interests as well as the stubborn main character who just didn't know when to sit still. Ugh. But what was even worse than that was the fact that I, Jo-Pil, had become the freaking main character. Yeah, you got that right. I was the poor, hopeless Omega whose role in the novel was to be a weak, helpless, yet stubborn guy who was sold for his huge debt, bought by four powerful Alphas in order to become a breeding machine. They might as well make me their baby mama while they were at it, don't you think? But there was no way I was going to live up to that role. Seriously, why resist being showered with the luxury of life and getting hurt when I could just give them a little neck massage, say a few sweet words to compliment them, and then lie on my back with sun shades on and juice in hand, relaxing for the rest of my life? Maybe it's not as easy as it sounds but I could make it work. I was sure I could. With four powerful Alphas ruling the country at my mercy, I could do anything. But... Were they really at my mercy, though? I mean, I was the one whose huge debt got paid off, right? Welp, maybe I was getting a little over my head. What to do?

« MATURE CONTENT » His name is Raven Lustre. And the universe fucked him from day one. Imagine this: You get isekai'd to a fantasy world. Finally, right? Your moment. Dragon slayers, demon kings, the whole power fantasy package. Except when everyone else rolled Dragon, Archangel, Titan—bloodlines so pure they could split mountains on day one—you got Incubus. 60% purity. The discount bin special. Not the "seduce and conquer" kind you read about in those masterpiece web novels. The "your pheromones are weaker than cologne" kind. The "you can't charm anyone stronger than you" kind. Which in a world where everyone else is a walking apocalypse? Means you can't charm anyone who matters. So while Gareth—the muscle-brained Titan hero—was bench-pressing boulders, and Astasia—the Holy Archangel with a body that belonged in a cathedral and a face she hid behind a helmet—was literally glowing with divine power, Raven was in the back. The strategist. The brain. The guy they kept around because someone had to think. And they hated him for it. Astasia called him trash. Disgusting. Bastard. Freak. Every curse word a noblewoman could learn, she threw at him like stones. He thought she despised him. Thought she saw him as the weakest link dragging down the hero party. Turns out? 89% favorability. She was a fucking tsundere. And he never knew. Never saw it. Because he was too busy surviving, too busy stealing quick fucks with noblewomen in hallways just to recharge his trash-tier powers, too busy being treated like a prostitute with a brain instead of a hero. Then there was Nyra. The cat-woman. Gareth's slave. The one Raven fucked in secret because that idiot was too busy drawing pictures of Astasia like a lovesick puppy. 96% favorability. The one who actually loved him. The one he promised to free. And he failed. An Incubus got who died at Hand of Succubus during their first Session. The End.

BLURB:18+ Explicit Content Reader Discretion Strongly Advised Content Warnings:This collection contains graphic s****l content, dubcon, age-gap, taboo relationships, religious roleplay, rough scenes, morally gray characters, and explicit adult language. If you're sensitive to dark, controversial, or boundary-pushing themes, this is not the book for you.Some cravings are whispered in secret. Others are too twisted, too forbidden, to ever say out loud.Until now.Sinful Fantasies is a collection of sinful, unapologetic erotic tales where the rules don't apply and the boundaries are meant to be broken. Step into a world where the lines between right and wrong blur in the heat of passion. From priests who can't stay celibate to stepdads who can't say no, each story is a slow fall into deliciously dark temptation. They're off-limits, They're wrong, And they're exactly what you've been aching for. Indulge the fantasies you’re not supposed to have. ****** "You like that, don't you?" he said, his voice low and rough. His lips hovered right at my neck. "Kiss me, Cole," I begged, my head sinking back into the seat. "I…" He leaned in just a little, his lips close enough for me to taste his breath, but then he stopped. "Not now, Mia," he said with that smug voice. His hand trailed lower, gliding over my belly, fingers slipping under the waistband of my trousers. He didn't even hesitate—his fingers dipped lower, brushing over the wetness soaking through my panties. "Damn," he groaned in my ear. "You're fucking soaked."

Everyone has heard the cliché tale. A peaceful race on the brink of annihilation. A desperate prayer. A hero summoned from another world to save them from extinction after a long, brutal war. That was exactly what the demi-human continent expected. Elves, vampires, beastkin, lamia, centaurs, fairies—every race born from mana—were falling, cornered by the advancing human empire. Their magic was gone. Human revolution was unstoppable. Extinction loomed. So, as legends dictated, they performed the ancient summoning, thinking hero would appear. He would lead them to victory after years of hardship, countless battles, and dramatic sacrifices. A long, epic struggle. Or so they thought. Instead, the hero they summoned—Luca—looked around, cracked his knuckles, and ended the entire war in two days. Two Days. No grand campaign. No final stand. No glorious, drawn-out saga. The human armies retreated on their own, terrified of whatever monster the demi-humans had summoned. And the demi-humans could only stare. Their savior. Their conqueror. Their headache. Because once peace returned… Luca started doing whatever he wanted. He trained elves to fire AK-47s with machine-perfect precision and forced vegetarians like them to eat grilled meat. He crafted wheel-chairs for mermaids so they could roll across land like smug aquatic empresses. He gave dwarves dynamite 'for better mining' and immediately realized he had created a worldwide hazard. He used salamanders as living barbecues, insisting it was 'efficient ecological heat usage.' And if that wasn’t already disastrous enough, there was more. The goddess who sent Luca down had given him a second mission: To act as the continent’s ultimate breeding bull and repopulate every demi-human race. When he casually announced this, the entire continent went silent. Elves froze, vampires panicked, mermaids tried to roll away, and slime girls melted in shock. At that moment, every tribe realized one thing— They absolutely regretted summoning this Hero. — discord.gg/Fb3hY3Nfbj

Rejected by her mate and discarded by her pack, Seraphine thought she’d hit rock bottom. She was wrong. Now, she’s been traded as a breeder to the ruthless Alpha of the Mistwood pack, Theodore Zain—a man whose legendary curse kills every bride he takes. Theodore needed an heir, not another bride destined to die. But the omega forced on him is disarmingly innocent and maddeningly resilient. He’s a man resigned to his cursed fate, she’s a woman with nothing left to lose, and their forced union is a powder keg waiting to ignite. Theodore makes the terms clear: this is a contract, not a romance. She will provide an heir and stay out of his heart. He’s built walls of ice to survive the curse, and he warns her to do the same. But as her quiet defiance chips away at his control, a possessiveness he never anticipated awakens a desire that could be her death sentence. Will her light be enough to defy a centuries-old curse, or will she simply become its next victim?

“You are so tight, Mira!” Adam groaned in her ears, pulling her ass to him. Of course she was tight, this was her first time. Mira pushed her ass against his groin, whining against him. She planned this for days and marked his calendar to make sure nothing got in their way of this. “I am going in.” He breathed. Mira nodded, spreading her legs wide. She felt him brush against her pussy but just when he was about to put it in, it didn’t enter. Eh? “Mira. . .” “Shove it in!” She yelled. She had waited for this a whole year, it must fit. “Spread my legs if you have to.” He did, parting her legs against him when the unexpected happened. A fart. Right in his face. Her body froze. Take her universe. Take her now. [Congratulations. System activated; Breed with the lion king to regain your dignity]

Alex didn’t ask for a second life. But he’s definitely not complaining. In a world where women outnumber men, and loneliness is far more common than love, he finds himself surrounded by attention and affection he never had before. Warm smiles. Lingering touches. Quiet moments that slowly turn into something more. A slow life. A comfortable life. The kind of life Alex once dreamed of back on Earth. One where bonds grow naturally…and nothing is rushed. At least, that’s how it starts. Because beneath the soft moments and growing connections, something in this world feels… off. And the deeper he gets involved... The harder it becomes to walk away. After all… The goddess who brought him here didn’t do it out of kindness. She had a reason. And it’s not one she’s willing to tell him. ------------------->-

I Fucked the Goddess of All Things on Day One… With Nothing But My Dick! "Hahahaha, oh pathetic mortal. How do you intend to subjugate me, a goddess?" The goddess asked provocatively. Her overwhelming, impossible beauty spills from a sheer dress that hides nothing. She cups her god-sculpted breasts, thumbs teasing the hardened peaks, while her wide hips and thick, juicy thighs sway with mocking arrogance. The very air drips with her ripe, mature scent. Seeing her mock me while shaking her voluminous breasts and voluptuous lower body, I felt more aroused than angry. I'm definitely not an overpowered character on the level of a web novel protagonist. Nor am I a born munchkin or a genius. But. "With my dick." Let's just go for it. Screw the destined hero path. From this moment on, I’m the Debauched Hero—a shameless conqueror who only hunts older, voluptuous women and bends them to my will. The arrogant Goddess of All Things is first on the menu. One thrust at a time, I’ll turn divinity into dripping, moaning submission. *** Just read it. THE COVER Belongs TO OUR GODDESS #Netori #NoNTR #OP #Godess #Breeding #MILF #Widow #NobleLady #Smut #HandsomeMC #DILF #Oyakodon #Hero #Mercenary #lewdMC#Tragedy #Demons #Monsters #Taboo#Dark #Harem #SmartMC

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