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[Conteúdo Adulto] Khalifa Fei, uma renomada maga da água, de repente acordou dentro de um livro estupidamente agradável sobre os mortos-vivos. Embora ela tenha transmigrado para uma personagem secundária que nem mesmo tinha nome no livro... ela realmente não se importava. Afinal, como ela poderia perder a chance de assistir ao livro que gostava em carne e osso?? O que ela não esperava era que haveria tantas... distrações pelo caminho. Será que ela conseguiria se preparar adequadamente com todos esses homens a arrastando para a cama? #Espaço #Magia #HarémInverso #Poligamia #zumbis #apocalipse #Transmigração #R18 #Picante CONFIRA IMAGENS na minha página do KoFi www.ko-fi.com/heatherreader

[Mature Content] Khalifa Fei, a famed water mage, suddenly woke up into a stupidly enjoyable book about the undead. Although she transmigrated into a cannon fodder who didn't even have a name in the book... she really didn't mind. After all, how could she possibly miss watching the book she liked in the flesh?? What she didn't expect was that there would be so many... distractions along the way. Would she even be able to prepare properly with all these men pulling her to bed? #Space #Magic #ReverseHarem #Polyandry #zombies #apocalypse #Transmigration #R18 #Smut CHECK OUT IMAGES on my KoFi page www.ko-fi.com/heatherreader

``` Khalifa Fei, una célebre maga del agua, de repente despertó dentro de un libro estúpidamente placentero sobre los no muertos. Aunque transmigró a un personaje de relleno que ni siquiera tenía nombre en el libro... realmente no le importaba. Después de todo, ¿cómo podría perderse ver el libro que le gustaba en carne y hueso? Lo que no esperaba era que habría tantas... distracciones en el camino. ¿Sería siquiera capaz de prepararse adecuadamente con todos estos hombres llevándola a la cama? #Espacio #Magia #HarénInverso #Poligamia #zombis #apocalipsis #Transmigración #18+ #Lascivia CHEQUEA IMÁGENES en mi página de KoFi www.ko-fi.com/heatherreader ```

"—No creo que te des cuenta, pero no soy ese tipo de chica. Se creía mi dueño, pero de ninguna manera iba a dejar que me viera quebrarme. —Te compré... ¿recuerdas? —respondió, con una mueca en la comisura de los labios. —No, tú compraste mi virginidad. La risa estalló cuando su siniestra mirada recorrió mi cuerpo. —¿No es lo mismo? *** Lyla, una estudiante universitaria, cae en apuros económicos al volver a estudiar. En un arrebato de desesperación -y borrachera- se inscribe en un sitio de Sugar babies con la esperanza de vender su virginidad al mejor postor. El único problema es que cuando Lyla vuelve en sí, se da cuenta de que no sólo se vendió a un hombre cualquiera, sino al Príncipe de Dubai. Un príncipe con secretos y sed de cosas oscuras y peligrosas. ¿Será capaz de resistirse a sus oscuras insinuaciones? ""Vendida al príncipe de Dubai"" es una obra de Scarlett Rossi, autora de eGlobal Creative Publishing."

“I don’t think you realize it, but I’m not that kind of girl.” He thought he owned me, but there was no way I would let him see me break. “I bought you… remember?” He replied, the corners of his lips turning up into a smirk. “No, you bought my virginity.” Laughter erupted as his sinister gaze swept over my body. “Isn’t that the same thing?” *** Lyla, a university student, falls into financial troubles when returning back to school. In a rush of desperation–and a drunken haze– she signs up to a Sugar babies site in hopes to sell her virginity to the highest bidder. The only problem is when Lyla returns to her senses, she realizes not only was she sold to just any man, she was sold to the Prince of Dubai. A prince with secrets and a hunger for all things dark and dangerous. Will she be able to resist his dark advances? Sold to the Prince of Dubai is created by Scarlett Rossi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"Acho que você não percebe, mas não sou esse tipo de garota." Ele pensava que me possuía, mas eu não deixaria que ele me visse fraquejar. "Eu comprei você... lembra?" Ele respondeu, os cantos de seus lábios se curvando em um sorriso irônico. "Não, você comprou minha virgindade." Risadas eclodiram enquanto seu olhar sinistro percorria meu corpo. "Não é a mesma coisa?" *** Lyla, uma estudante universitária, enfrenta dificuldades financeiras ao retornar à escola. Em um momento de desespero – e em meio a uma névoa de embriaguez – ela se inscreve em um site de Sugar babies na esperança de vender sua virgindade ao maior licitante. O único problema é que quando Lyla recupera a consciência, ela percebe que não foi vendida apenas para qualquer homem, ela foi vendida para o Príncipe de Dubai. Um príncipe com segredos e um apetite por coisas obscuras e perigosas. Será que ela conseguirá resistir aos seus avanços sombrios?

"Ich glaube nicht, dass du es verstehst, aber ich bin nicht diese Art von Mädchen." Er dachte, er würde mich besitzen, aber ich würde ihn niemals meine Schwäche sehen lassen. "Ich habe dich gekauft... erinnerst du dich?" Antwortete er, während sich seine Mundwinkel zu einem Grinsen verzogen. "Nein, du hast meine Jungfräulichkeit gekauft." Gelächter brach aus, als sein finsterer Blick über meinen Körper wanderte. "Ist das nicht dasselbe?" *** Lyla, eine Studentin, gerät in finanzielle Schwierigkeiten, als sie an die Universität zurückkehrt. In einem Anfall von Verzweiflung – und in einem betrunkenen Zustand – meldet sie sich bei einer Sugar-Babies-Webseite an, in der Hoffnung, ihre Jungfräulichkeit an den Höchstbietenden zu verkaufen. Das einzige Problem ist, dass Lyla, als sie wieder zu Sinnen kommt, erkennt, dass sie nicht an irgendeinen Mann verkauft wurde, sondern an den Prinzen von Dubai. Ein Prinz mit Geheimnissen und einem Hunger nach allem Dunklen und Gefährlichen. Wird sie seinen dunklen Avancen widerstehen können?

He ruled the mango world. Then he died. Now he’s stuck in a desert with no mangoes and a system that won’t shut up. Hari Varma was once the proud (and exhausted) heir to India’s largest mango plantation empire. But after spending his entire life managing exports, balancing budgets, and never once enjoying the fruit of his labor, fate decided to hit the brakes—literally. After a tragic (and oddly mango-themed) car accident, Hari wakes up in a strange new world that looks like Dubai… but with one outrageous twist: There are no mangoes. Not even one. Not in markets. Not in smoothies. They're banned. But things get even juicier when Hari discovers he’s been gifted a mysterious Mango System, a voice in his head that offers him mango-themed powers in exchange for completing certain ridiculous tasks. [System Alert]: Teach someone the joy of mangoes – Reward: Mango Sense Lv. 1 [System Alert]: Bribe a government official with a mango pie – Reward: Pit of Power (Throwable Weapon) [System Alert]: Say “I love mangoes” 100 times – Reward: Mango Armor (Smells like summer) Now, armed with nothing but sarcastic wit, fruity skills, and a deep-seated passion for forbidden fruit, Hari must create his own mango empire yet again. A comedically dramatic isekai about mangoes, missed chances, and making life a little sweeter—one juicy task at a time. Perfect for fans of absurd systems, heartfelt humor, and fruit-fueled rebellion.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.