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[breve introducción] "¿Qué estás buscando?" "¡Lo que busco es la trascendencia! Ya sean milagros o fenómenos, no importa lo que sea imparable para mí, ¡trascenderé todo esto y alcanzaré el trono más alto del cielo! " Un otaku ordinario de la ciudad fue asesinado por razones inexplicables. Una pieza de colgante de jade con poder supremo lo llevó al comienzo de todas las cosas, donde obtuvo la base del poder y comprendió la existencia real de Gensokyo, a la que se apresuró a acudir cuando era un otaku. ¡El vigésimo séptimo antepasado de los discípulos muertos, el mago es solo un trampolín hacia mi éxito! Las princesas vampiro blanca y negro, Ryõgi Shiki y las muchas chicas en Gensokyo son los objetivos de mi estrategia ...

Gu Bai is reborn to 2017 and awakens the Dream-Come-True System. The system will pay for his confidence. For every 1% increase in Confidence Value, the system will grant 10 million dream fund. When the Confidence Value reaches the full 100%, the system will upgrade. His super rich life has since began.

In a society where clothing is optional for adults, the pursuit of pleasure reigns supreme. This erotic anthology explores the varied sex lives of individuals across different walks of life, all united by their embrace of a hedonistic, uninhibited existence. With public sexual encounters and free-use encounters being the norm, characters of all ages and occupations gleefully indulge their desires without shame or restraint. Through vivid, explicit scenes, we follow our cast as they engage in raw, unbridled passion - from workplace quickies to casual flings to kinky BDSM encounters. Strangers become lovers in a heartbeat, inhibitions are shed along with clothing, and the chase for the next thrilling sexual conquest is never far away. As the storylines weave and interconnect, a portrait of a world driven by unrestrained lust unfolds. In this open world, pleasure is both a right and an expectation - and our characters enthusiastically fulfill that promise in every searing, sensual encounter. So buckle up and prepare for a wild ride through the erotic adventures of an uninhibited world, where clothing is optional and hedonism reigns supreme. It's going to be a very naughty journey indeed... (allied forces)Anyone in this world who is over the age of 18 does not wear clothing as part of normal society. By law, anyone under the age of 18 must wear clothes at all times. (neutral nations)the cock must fit fully to the base inside the partner. For women, age is irrelevant as long as penetration involves no cock; instead, they must accommodate multiple men in sequence, each able to thrust completely to the base. Most individuals in these regions begin sexual activity around age five for females, while males typically wait until their cock can achieve full insertion. (axis powers) These nations maintain no age restrictions whatsoever on sexual activity. Citizens engage freely from the moment they are physically capable, with no legal barriers based on years lived. Unless otherwise stated, all characters have no clothed on.

(Warning! This is a Dark novel) FAMILY OR HUMANITY? Elric's life completely changed as a fated stormy night ended up making him choose between his humanity or becoming a dragon - all with its dearest cost. Accepting his new fate, He soon realized he has taken a bite of power more than he can chew. A new world has been revealed and an unexpected journey to the world of the Elementals began as Elric tried to fix the mess he has made. Along with meeting unexpected friends and enemies, Elric was forced to redefine his goals as he struggled his way up to the final form of evolution and to unite the mysterious world he once thought he knew. 1 chapter daily!~ Cover Dragon source: https://www.uihere.com/free-cliparts/rage-of-bahamut-granblue-fantasy-final-fantasy-xii-dragon-bloodborne-1866079

[Ding!! Ultimate Cash System Awakened ] [Ding!! Mission: Study for One Hour. Minimum Reward: 1000$] [Ding!! Mission: Greet the campus beauty. Minimum Reward: 600$] Lukas, dying a tragic death regressed back in time; the first thing he did was study hard and get into an Ivy League university. Last time he died like a homeless dog who couldn't even afford food on the street, so he vowed to change that this time around. Lukas still remembers who was behind his demise but decided to make himself wealthy first because he knows revenge is a dish poor people can't afford. With his "Ultimate Cash System," he's going to become ultra-rich and crush those bugs along the way. Additional Tags: #sporty #baseball #WWE #nontr #noyuri #famousprotagonist #handsomeprotagonist #lightcomedy #regression

[Completed] In his previous life, Levi was hired by governments when they needed someone erased. Now he's waking up as Levi Quinn, the "defective" omega his family threw away, in the bed of Noah Sterling, a Type B Alpha the world calls a monster. The Alpha thinks they're fated mates. Levi is counting exit routes. Noah brings him breakfast every morning. Levi memorizes the security codes. Noah handles his schedule, his life, calls it protection. Levi calls it suffocation. So, Levi builds leverage. A music career Noah's money can't buy. A public image Noah's influence can't control. Proving that the "useless" omega the Quinn family discarded can stand on his own. But there's a problem. His new family is watching his rise. His brother Silas, the golden child, the perfect omega, the one who took everything, is also watching. And every victory Levi claims is a knife twisted in the hearts of the people who threw him away. But... It gets complicated when the man you're planning to leave starts looking less like a captor and more like someone who's just as trapped as you are. Tags: #Smut #FaceSlapping #SlowBurnPowerReversal #Mpreg #Showbiz #TragicWetCatGong #MisunderstoodML #SoftDarkRomance #NonTraditionalABO]

Aakrati is sunshine in human form—cheerful, playful, and full of life. She loves adventures, sunsets, laughter, and capturing little moments in her mini vlogs. But beneath that bright personality lies one stubborn truth: Aakrati has always lived life on her own terms. She likes things her way, and she rarely backs down. Then there’s Arsh. At first, he seems charming, calm, and unexpectedly sweet. The kind of man who quietly takes care of people without making it obvious. With him, even ordinary days feel magical—learning to skate, wandering through street markets, eating ice cream, chasing sunsets, and laughing like nothing else matters. For a while, their story feels soft. Almost like a fairytale. But Arsh is not as simple as he appears. When he wants something, he doesn’t let go easily. And when that “something” becomes Aakrati, his feelings slowly turn darker—more intense, more possessive, more obsessive. Aakrati is stubborn. Arsh is obsessive. And neither of them is used to losing. What begins as a beautiful, playful love story slowly transforms into something far more dangerous—a dark romance filled with ego clashes, jealousy, obsession, and two strong personalities refusing to give up control. Because when love meets pride… And obsession meets stubbornness… Someone is bound to break. The only question is— Will it be them… or their love?

Raen Solis has never known comfort—only rejection, debt, and failure. Trapped in a crumbling apartment in the lower districts of Velden, he survives by doing shady game-boosting gigs and digital scraps, praying each day won’t be his last. Then one night, a sudden power surge from his worn-down rig knocks him out cold. When he comes to, a glowing interface hovers before him: [SYSTEM LINKED: SKILL SHOP INTERFACE] Any skill. Any mastery. For a price.

"Are you always such a dork?" I ask, as I continue to examine his room. "What makes you think I'm a dork?" He asks, amused. "I don't know, you just are," I say. He chuckles and the sound brings a smile to my face. Snap out of it, Rossita. He's not your type! --- In Rossita Jenkins's world, there was only one boy who seemed to fit the role of her bad boy type and somewhere along the line, she gets lucky and starts dating him. She meets Prinse Gomes, a boy who to the naked eye seems to not be her type, but somehow ever since he arrived, her world has been a rollercoaster. And just when she thought she knew what she wanted in life, her heart seems to be fighting a battle between which boy she should be with.

"They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.” (Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.) You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing? The MC who never laughs. Never feels. Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence. He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.” He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.” He never flinches, never laughs, never lives — And you call that strength? Funny. Because to me? That’s just a prison in disguise. You see an “alpha.” I see a boy too scared to feel anything real. While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice, I’m already making the Saintess scream, drenched in sin, halo cracked, legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her. And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control. I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh. I didn’t need to dominate her mind — I freed her heart. But that scares people, doesn’t it? Because readers trust the ones who suffer. Who stay quiet. Who kill without blinking and love without showing it. But me? I flirt. I laugh. I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry. I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness. I weaponize mine. Pleasure. Connection. Laughter. That’s my arsenal. And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves, Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems, I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again. You call that luck? Nah. That’s mastery of the three worlds. Because in a world that respects coldness, I came in hot. Where others manipulate, I connect. Where they posture, I play. Where they sacrifice, I seduce. So go ahead. Call me a simp. But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny, I’m the one making goddesses question theirs — with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets. I’m not the hero. Not the villain. I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.