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Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

"What are the odds of gods for not putting me on the top? Screw it! Let's hatch a plot blacker than a kettle calling a pot!" Enter MFX90! Preferred referral, MF! Not that Mother******. First letter: 'Messiah'! Second letter: 'Father'! Why? Because you'll be calling her Daddy!—Despite choosing to stay female for psychological advantage to many heroes and transmigators along the way who find her scrumptious. A poet who'd lull you with flowery words before crushing it. A psychologist where lies and truths are but the same as myth. A strategist who controls the marionette like a pirouette. And a devil who hates hubris to the core. Living in a chaotic world with Usurpers and Angels trying to ram each other like batteries, with an ounce of stupidity faster than the reeling tape of misery. That 'MF' is the exemplar of perfection! Because it will be impossible to defeat a cultivator with just a little tinker on her genes. Who would have thought that being able to harness the harness proved to be horrifyingly destructive? This advocate of determination deem herself as a Skillionaire, collecting every knowledge and capabilities just to categorize them into 'Skill' within her brain. An internal system she created for herself to ease her lunatic tendency of human experimentation. But this 'MF' has a horrible glaring weakness. She has stage fright. ------------ [Sometimes contain mature, triggering, gore, and questionable content. Read at your own direction] [Checking the Tags before reading is advised] ------------ The cover illustration belongs to its respective creator. ------------ Craving for more something less obscene but still with the same smart and interesting protagonist? Try my "Re: Tentacles System"!

Yokoyokai · Fantasy
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263 Chs

Competitive Sex [R18]

"Oy! You humped too fas—!"

Foel suddenly grabbed at MF's hair like a handle, inserting her thick rod onto the pseudo-deity's mouth. The tanomobi moved a little bit closer, trying to find an angle where she could shove more part of her rod down into MF's throat.

"How does it feel!? Drinking your own medicine!"

MF couldn't even muster to take any air. She didn't need to but the foreign sensation made her instinctively feel weaker as she grabbed it tight onto the bed sheet, letting her throat got brutally defiled.

Foel messed up her partner's throat for a while before unloading a huge amount of cum. She kept jousting while the climax happened, ensuring that all of her seed went down into the tunnel before finishing it with an even deeper thrust.