webnovel

I Shall Cuck Everyone

What would you do if you could copy abilities during an apocalypse? Of course, you can only copy women's abilities by having sex with them and absorbing their coitus essence! Jake Mystro, a determined and strong-willed teenager without an ability, was frowned upon and disdained for being powerless, as his body even rejected artificial abilities. Yet, that didn't bother Jake or make him sad, rather, he supported himself with the help of beast gears to avoid being bullied. However, on a particular day, Jake got tricked into awakening his Vampiric powers, but the process left him in a life and death condition. Luckily, he acquired the 'Cuckold System. [Ding!] [You have acquired the Cuckold System] [The Goddess of lust has acknowledged your strong will and determination] [You have become a dedicated follower] [By stealing other people's women you shall become stronger] "I shall not become the follower of anyone! I will also conquer the goddess of lust! Mark my words!"  [Fufufu.....you have balls of steel, you know?] Let's follow the journey of Jake Mystro as he embarks on the journey of doing perverted tasks and becoming men's worst nightmare. ========================= Tags: Slice of life, Incest, Netori, Ecchi, Witches, Vampires, Pregnancy, Rape, Beastkins, Demi-humans, fellatio, cunnilingus, Dhampirs, Demons, gods, Fetish, Sperm-spreading, OP-Protagonist, Academy, Blood manipulation, Gore, Familiars, and Mutants. ------- Note: The MC didn't acquire the system in the early chapters. Mc is not getting ntr'd. MC is not getting cucked or getting stolen from. He'll be the one to steal from people. _________

Perverted_Fella · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
366 Chs

Aftermath

In the next moment, I approach the fallen sword, my footsteps purposeful and steady. As I reach down to grasp it, a vibrant glow emanates from the hilt, bathing my hands in a pulsating light. The sword trembles in my grip, resonating with a power that seems to recognize me.

"I know you are happy to meet me, but it will be more appropriate to hold the real you," I whisper to the sword, my voice filled with reverence. With careful intention, I drive the blade into the ground, its tip embedding firmly in the earth.

Roth and Avril descends gracefully to the ground beside me. Roth's gaze lingers on the sword, curiosity etched upon his features. "Why did you collect his sword?" he asks, his voice filled with intrigue.

"Because it's mine," I reply, a flicker of seriousness in my eyes. I offer no further explanation, my attention shifting toward Zamira, who stands nearby.