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Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

Nexus found himself transmigrated into an isekai of magic, where he encountered a captivating Dual Cultivation System. Realizing the importance of this system for his progress, he embarked on a quest to seek out girls who would wholeheartedly participate in the practice of dual cultivation alongside him. Failure to find willing partners meant that his ability to upgrade and advance would be severely hindered. Unfortunately, it appeared that the inhabitants of this magical isekai realm were oblivious to the concept of dual cultivation. Thankfully, within this realm, there existed a race known as succubi. These non-human beings possessed the ability to nourish themselves through the consumption of men's semen. Regrettably, they were considered undesirable by humans. Yet, Nexus discovered that he was an exceptional match for these succubi, forming a natural bond that made them highly compatible partners. Furthermore, Nexus encountered a stark contrast between the techniques described in the Xianxia novel he possessed and the actual magic present within the isekai realm. The disparity was substantial, requiring him to invest a considerable amount of time to acclimate himself to this unfamiliar form of magic. With his newfound allies, Nexus set out to make a profound impact on this new world. Tags: Fast-Paced | Dual Cultivation | Magic | Virgins | Harem | No-Yuri | Monster Girls |

Taosnothing · Fantasy
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540 Chs

Chapter 251 I feel so hot

She could feel the ancient, gnarled tree roots beneath her fingertips, the cool touch of the forest floor against her burning skin, and the rustling of leaves as if they were the murmurs of a hidden world.

Time lost meaning in this nightmarish dance, and the forest's canopy shifted through twilight hues. The very heartbeat of the forest resonated with her suffering. It was as if the natural world itself mourned her plight, offering a symphony of lament to accompany her torment.

Stacy's consciousness hung in a precarious balance, teetering on the precipice between agonizing pain and surreal detachment from reality. 

In her moments of lucidity, she found herself yearning for salvation, a desperate plea for the relentless torment to cease. 

With trembling lips, she whispered prayers to unseen forces, hoping for release from the unrelenting agony that gripped her like a vise.