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Devil Slave (Satan system)

{Warning: Mature content} The World called me an abomination, a freak of nature, a stain from my mother's legs. Even after righting their wrongs with my blade, it was still the same. However, in the midst of my despair, one person reached out his warm hand for me. Lucifer Morningstar. Even though he is the Devil spoken of in Legends, I shall take the leap of faith and do his bidding. To take breath in reincarnation in another world and Slaughter my foes: Demons, Angels, Devils, gods, and everything I consider EVIL in my PATH Don't get me wrong, my blade is a respecter of neither man nor beast. All that stand in my way shall FALL to the recreation of a world in the image I see fit. ............ If you want to know how sick this book is, read the first chapter. I still don't know how the idea for this book came out of my head. (Heaven! please forgive me) ..... Demons, Devils, Fallen Angels, Angels, Soul Eaters, Cursers, Witches, Dark elves, Hell beasts, Heaven Beasts, Death Beasts... Practically, Every sick, both rosy and terrible thing of the underworld will be found in this book. My research is deep. (Note: Sick Shit happens here. If you don't have stomach for it, please run. You still have time.)

Dere_Isaac · Fantasy
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1021 Chs

The Gift of Title... (Take it all)

Again and again, he pumped himself into her.

She tried to struggle free, but she was injured.

Even though she was D-ranked, without strength or even legs to use, there was no way she could push him off her.

And Lenny held on tight. He was not going to let go.

She was D-rank, and he was not. Along the way, he gave her resounding slaps on the face that made her settle down.

His groans and her low, pained moans echoed on the walls of the cave.

But that was not all. The vigorous clapping of his groin against her cheeks made for melodious applause for his hard work.

Lenny finally reached his climax.

As he did, he heard a series of alerts from the system.

For now, there is no time to check.

That was just the first round. The fire in his system had only reduced a bit.

Like a chef would flip a pancake, he turned her around, pulled her by her hair, and then once more, he stormed into her.