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#ROMANCE
#R18
#HAREM
#OVERPOWERED
#SLICEOFLIFE
#NONHUMAN
#DEVIL
#SMUT
#DRAGON
#YANDERE

My Yandere Bosses: The Three Headed Dragon!

Dungeons have begun appearing all over Lamien, a world teeming with fantasy creatures. These dungeons are fraught with deadly monsters capable of wiping out entire populations in an instant. Yet, humans and other races continue to race towards the dungeon's end, eager to claim the power that awaits the victor and become one of the world's strongest beings. But little do they know about the unsung heroes within the dungeons: the workers who labor tirelessly to keep everything running smoothly. Among them is Ashtarot, a Dungeon Sentinel in the Dungeon of Noctis Babel. His job demands meticulous attention and smart decision-making, all while dealing with the eccentricities of his coworkers. Chief among his challenges are the dragon triplets who own the dungeon and serve as its final bosses. They incessantly stalk and bother him, testing his patience at every turn. One day, pushed to his limit, Ashtarot snaps, "I think I need to punish the three of you." "In bed, right?" Sirrush asks curiously. "What?" "Really? In bed?" her younger sister Sorel chimes in. "Huh?" "Yes! Please punish us in bed, Mr. Ashtarot!" the youngest sister Sarissa adds eagerly. Caught off guard by their unexpected and comical misinterpretation, Ashtarot must navigate this awkward situation while trying to do his job properly. Can he maintain order in the dungeon amidst the antics of the dragon triplets, or will their mischievous behavior drive him to the brink?

Solastius_Seena · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
69 Chs
#ROMANCE
#R18
#HAREM
#OVERPOWERED
#SLICEOFLIFE
#NONHUMAN
#DEVIL
#SMUT
#DRAGON
#YANDERE

His Tip Is Inside Me?! (R18)

"Ashtarot, please… I need you inside me," Sarissa whimpered, her voice trembling with desperation as her body ached for release.

Ashtarot's eyes gleamed with amusement. "As much as I want to do it, I can't, Lady Sarissa," he replied, his tone smooth and teasing. "So just enjoy what I give you."

With that, he swiftly turned her body to face him, lifting her legs effortlessly as he positioned her perfectly against him.

He began to grind his cock against her wet pussy once more. His hands gripped her thighs, forcing them to clamp tightly around his throbbing shaft, creating a pressure that made them both shudder with pleasure.

"Ah, you whore, even your thigh feels good," Ashtarot groaned, his voice low and husky as he reveled in the sensation.

His lips parted slightly, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he licked his lips, his eyes dark with desire.