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My Yandere Wives In An Eroge

Tristan, a death row inmate, is given a second chance at life when he is offered the opportunity to enroll in a top-secret beta testing eroge. If he can complete the game and find at least sixty-nine game bugs in all levels, he will win a cash prize and his freedom. As Tristan navigates through the virtual world of the eroge, he discovers that there is more to the game than meets the eye. The developer of the game has mysteriously vanished, and Tristan must search for her in order to uncover the truth behind the game's creation. In the course of his search, Tristan discovers that he has special abilities that help him complete the game, including a bug that causes some of the ladies in the game to become different variations of 'dere' and obsess over him as he grows in strength. With the help of his yandere wives, Tristan battles his way through the virtual world and his enemies, uncovering secrets. However, Tristan soon realizes that there is a malicious bug in the game that desires to spread to every network in his world. As Tristan delves deeper into the game, he also discovers the true reason why he was chosen to be in the eroge. Along the way, he develops feelings for his yandere wives, but he soon realizes that his actions in the virtual world have real-world consequences. But with the stakes higher than ever, he must use his wits, abilities and strength to not only save the virtual world but also himself. ***** ¶ 1000 powerstones [3 bonus chapters] ¶ 200 GT [Top contributor gets to choose waifu for MC and bonus R18 chapter] ¶ Top commenter/reviewer/contributor [Moderator on the book] ¶ No NTR (Netorare/sharing) or Yuri Cover generated by me, text done by Bloom759 ***** Discord server https://discord.gg/QDGnnQyxs PayPal paypal.me/triadlust ***** Harem, level up, yandere, eroge, supernatural, gore, Virtual Reality, Urban fantasy...

Triad_lust · Fantasy
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A crash echoed through the grand hall of Lilium Manor, immediately followed by a chorus of gasps from the maid trainees lined up neatly in their perfectly pressed uniforms. The pristine white and lily patterns of their uniforms added to the uniformity of their shocked expressions.

They watched in horror as the once serene training hall turned into a spectacle of broken china and splattered remnants of a lavish dessert, painting the pristine marble floor with strokes of cream and berries. Their eyes shot toward the source of the commotion.

At the center of the attention was Evelyn, a maid in training, her face as white as the shattered porcelain around her feet. Her petite frame trembled, her wide eyes frantically flickering between the mess and the shocked faces of her peers.