surface pressure obey me

From a green young girl to a wealthy young wife, he loved her and doted on her to the point of making others go green with envy! Mr. Bo: Learning karate to protect you! Running marathons to accompany you shopping! Standing at attention for when I mess up in the future, no matter how you scold or hit me, I can only obediently stand! Undergoing physical training to provide all-round services! Training my abdominal muscles because I want to carry you for a lifetime, shielding you from the wind and rain! And learning more cooking skills to accompany you as you taste all the delicacies of the world... Li Qiyu, I love you. Make good use of your privileges! *Check out my other two books "Rejecting the Wealthy Marriage: The Young Madam's 99 Escapes" and "The Arrogant CEO: Hello!"*

"Should I Save the World or Start the Apocalypse? what the fuck is wrong with this class?" ----- With the descent of the apocalypse and the emergence of the Tower upon the world, humanity was pushed to the brink of extinction — but with the help of something that called itself the Mother System, they managed to survive. At the age of 16, teenages can go through the Awakening process and gain a class, allowing them to fight against Beasts Of Corruption and protect the world from them and the dungeons. Daniel hadn’t even Awakened… More precisely, he was labeled as talentless. His only concern was protecting his genius sister. Until one day, during a dimensional break, he sacrifices his life to save her… And on the edge of death, a new Awakening begins. [The Mother System has sensed your will.] [Awakening begins.] [Awakening successful.] [Class Name: The Fallen Priest] [Rank: SSS] [Innate Talent: Blood of God] The blood running through his veins now belongs to a god. And with that blood, he can control any living being. Not only that but he also can copy their talents ... The one who was once mocked by everyone… Now even the legendary dragons, known as the strongest race in the Tower, bow before him and follow his will. ----- Discord : https://discord.gg/sc4PBSd9R

"I'll do it. I'll do anything you want" Raiden clicked his tongue in a disapproving tone then raised Hiro's head once more. "That's not what I want to hear, Hiro" He said. "I want to hear you say it with your lips. I want to hear you acknowledge what you will be to me and your status from this day henceforth." He stared deep into Hiro's beautiful brown eyes as he spoke; "Say that from this very second, you belong to me. Your body, your soul, your mind, every part of you belongs to me. You will be my pet and remain by my side. You will do whatever I ask you to do. Tell me that I own you, Hiro." Raiden's voice was frighteningly deep and Hiro felt shivers run down his spine. There was nothing he could see but Raiden's smokey grey eyes, his handsome face and that devilish smile that gave him goosebumps and made his heart tremble with fear. With tears running down his cheeks, he balled his fists and spoke softly; "I promise, Raiden, from this very second, I belong to you. Every part of me is yours. My body, my mind, my soul, everything is yours. I will be your pet. I will do anything you ask of me. I will give you everything that I am. You own me, Raiden." Watanabe Hiro used to be very rich. As the last child of the Watanabe family, he was pampered and spoilt by everyone but he was a good kid. He was obedient and friendly. Nice and very caring. He never did anything to worry others. He also had a lot of friends. Some were with him because they genuinely liked him while others were with him because of his wealth. That is, until a calamity befell his family and everyone he considered a friend abandoned him. Hiro was forced to live a wretched life for 4 years until he met a former senior who was ready to save him but under one condition. Hiro had to become his for a year.

Mia always believed her move to the U.S. was a fresh start—a chance to reconnect with childhood memories and distant family. But when she arrives, everything feels… off. Her family has already settled in, new jobs secured, a house waiting. No one asked her opinion. No one explains why. Then the changes start. A strange awareness. A tingling beneath her skin. Power coursing through her veins. Mia isn’t just adjusting to a new life—she’s awakening. As she struggles to control her newfound abilities, she stumbles upon secrets buried deep in her past. A hidden world. A dangerous man searching for her. And a truth that could shatter everything she thought she knew. Some secrets are meant to stay hidden. Some powers should never be unlocked. But for Mia, it’s too late to turn back. Will she uncover the truth before it’s too late? Or will the darkness find her first? ~~~~~~~~ What if everything you knew about yourself was a lie? Join Mia as she unravels a web of secrets, superpowers, and hidden threats. A story full of twists, mystery, and thrilling revelations! Start reading now! #Webnovel #Superpowers #Mystery #Thriller #werewolf ~~~~~~~~

I pressed my palm flat against the door, turned the lock, and let the click hang in the air between us. "Professor," I whispered, stepping closer until my thighs brushed his desk. "I've been thinking about your lecture on repressed desires. About how the most intense pleasure comes from what we're told we can't have." His jaw tightened. His pupils dilated. "This conversation is crossing a line, Mia. You're my student." "Am I?" I uncrossed my legs, let the cool air brush my bare pussy beneath my skirt. "Or am I just a woman who wants her professor to teach her something real?" That one choice changed everything. This is an addictive collection of 50+ ultra-steamy, taboo short stories filled with public pleasure, power play, and raw, sinful sex that will leave you breathless and soaked. Masturbation in lecture halls. Dirty holidays with step-siblings. Job interviews that turn into hard, wet encounters. Professors who teach more than books. And group sessions you'll never forget. This isn't your average romance collection. This is raw, unapologetic, and dangerously addictive, a binge-worthy anthology of forbidden fantasies where every boundary is meant to be shattered.

Courage is graceful pressure. If one is courageous enough to try , he/she can do anything. So, the thing that started just with curiosity, changed her life . She became successful but within one night everything crumbled. She was falsely accused and was ripped of her title . So, will she rise again ? will she start everything from 0 ? or will she give up and live quite life ? NO . She will come again and fight back not becoz of revenge but to live respectfully. She won't give up . So, wait and READ, to know what will happen .

Wounded by a roadside bomb in Afghanistan and suffering post traumatic stress as a result, Andy Johnson is given a medical discharge from the British army. Shunning attention, Andy lives a quiet and lonely existence on his pig farm in Yorkshire. His peace is threatened when his friends take him to the city for his birthday. They buy him a kiss from Luke Wales, a twink porn star.<br><br>Overwhelmed and needing some air, Andy escapes outside. Luke finds him there. They talk and Andy begins to relax. It’s cold and Andy gives Luke his combat jacket. However Roger, Luke’s boyfriend appears and the momentary connection is lost.<br><br>Weeks later, recently separated from Roger, Luke is back in the north of England. He decides to pay Andy a visit, using the excuse of returning the man’s jacket. A snow storm forces the two men to spend time together, and a tentative friendship begins.<br><br>Neither man is convinced they are worthy of the other. It takes time, plus the encouragement of friends and Andy’s teenage nephew, Craig, to convince the reluctant couple that what exists on the surface only tells part of the story. Andy’s scars and Luke’s past employment shouldn’t stand in the way of them exploring what each feels for the other.

Trapped in a factory that breathes like a living nightmare, Nathan unravels a truth darker than fear itself. The shadows whisper his name, twisting memories of his parents into haunting illusions. You were always meant to return. The walls pulse, the air hums with unseen terror. Something ancient is waiting, watching. But Nathan isn’t here to be consumed—he’s here to end it. As the whispers rise to a deafening crescendo, one question remains: Will he escape, or become part of the horror?

The year was 1789, though history would later argue about when the weight truly began to press. At the center of the story is Aiden Srivijaya, masquerading as “Alain,” an unassuming French engineer swept into the Grand Armée’s logistics and reconnaissance efforts. Unbeknownst to the soldiers around him, Aiden inhabits an ancient, preserved body—Nebhet-Still—bound to forces far older than the Revolution or empire. His presence subtly alters events without overturning history: undead do not rise openly to conquer, battles are not decided by sorcery, yet something watches, listens, and waits beneath sand and river. Paris did not erupt. It compressed. Rooms thickened with unspoken fear and hungry hope. Candles bent their flames toward nothing. Windows rattled in still air. Those attuned to such things—the prayer-women, the street augurs, the quietly Aether-Marked—felt it in their bones. Aetheric Pressure had returned to Europe. Far from the shouting crowds, a young Corsican officer studied artillery tables by lamplight. Napoleon Bonaparte did not feel the pressure the way others claimed to. He saw no omens. He heard no voices. What he sensed instead was timing: the moment when hesitation outweighed courage, when momentum could be cut and redirected like a fuse. The Bastille fell beneath cannon fire and rumor alike. In the smoke, something older than kings stirred—not a god, not a spell, but the understanding that force could move history faster than lineage ever had. Across France, voices rose. Resonance orators set crowds vibrating with words that tasted of iron. Aether-Marked burned themselves hollow trying to steer revolutions that refused to be guided. Aether engineers measured the pressure with brass needles and called it reason. Napoleon watched. The Terror came, sudden and absolute. Fear spiked too sharply, and the pressure collapsed in on itself. Magic failed. Instruments cracked. Heads fell. Those who survived learned a lesson no pamphlet could teach: chaos could not be ridden forever. Sometimes it had to be broken. On the 13th of Vendémiaire, the guns spoke plainly. Grapeshot tore through flesh and conviction alike. The air cleared. The pressure dispersed. A republic remained—exhausted, wounded, and desperate for stability. Napoleon did not speak of destiny. He accepted responsibility. War followed him, as it always does. In Italy, armies moved like weather fronts, victories arriving before resistance could thicken. Aetheric influence whispered at the edges of his campaigns—nudged by broken men and delicate machines—but never allowed to lead. Napoleon advanced while others waited for signs. Then came Egypt. The desert did not yield. Beneath the sand lay sovereigns who had never abdicated, bound by solar law and memory older than conquest. When tombs cracked and the Sekhem Eternal rose, Europe’s pressure found no purchase. Cannon fire shattered bone that calmly reformed. Aetheric force slid from sun-etched shields as if ashamed of itself. Napoleon stayed. He learned that empires were not the first rulers of the world—only the loudest. Africa kept its deathless kings. Asia preserved its balance. Across oceans, the dead rose only according to their own laws and legends. Every land shaped pressure in its own image, and punished those who tried to impose another. When Napoleon finally turned his gaze back toward Europe, the world had changed. Not broken. Awakened. History would name him conqueror. Scholars would argue over genius, chance, and fate. Few would grasp the truth: The pressure did not crown Napoleon. He merely learned when to move— and when even the weight of the world must yield. Thus began the Age of Uneven Pressure, not with magic or revolution alone, but with a man who understood that once released, pressure reshapes everything it touches.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"