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Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse

Kaze survived the apocalypse five millennia ago. Was crowned the emperor of the five planes. Dubbed leader of a harem of immortals. Enjoyed a truly flawless reputation. Evolved into a living legend. And declared a sex god. It was nearly reality. Becoming a god. A real one. Then... He lost it all. Got sent to the past. Transmigrated into his old body. 22 days before the apocalypse began. However, things would be different this time. Kaze had techniques and knowledge of the future. A chance to save his past lovers from death. Had the luxury of enjoying his power. So he decided to stick around. Build a lavish party base. Enjoy modern living. Live as a playboy. Dual cultivate. Love again. And so. Kaze acted. Built his reputation. Acquired wealth and fame. Trained, protected, and led mortals. Built an offensively decadent settlement. And partied it up in a monster-festered hellscape. ═─┈─═─┈─═─┈─═─┈─═ PlayCult is a serious apocalypse novel. However, it has frequent lemons, charm, romance, and humor. The story becomes faster-paced and increasingly action, adventure, and harem-focused as it progresses. Sexual content. No cheating; no yuri. #AbsurdlyFaithful ═─┈─═─┈─═─┈─═─┈─═ Harem | Dual Cultivation | Apocalypse | Transmigration | Survival | Kingdom Building | Romance | Lemons | Lemons | Lemons | FBI Unnecessary | Charming Sociopath | Dark | Comedy | Very Action | Much Adventure | New Tropes | Old Tropes | Best Tropes | All The Tropes | Except for the Bad Tropes | No Bad Tropes | There is a Yandere | You're Welcome

Margrave · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
359 Chs

Sex God

The situation in the bedroom was far more chaotic than on the lower floors.

"K-KaaaaaahhhhhHhHhHhHhHAZEE~!" Sarah screamed in pleasure, regaining her perspective after a hallucinogenic out-of-body experience.

Riley was on the bed with a dazed expression. Her pleasure gauge with the blonde's mortal mouth on her nipple got broken in half a second, and her soul partially left her body in an unworldly cosmic experience.

While the situation and her slight out-of-body experience were unnatural and concerning, she had difficulty caring. Riley had a much more serious issue—she was horny.

Not manageable sexual repression level horny.

No.

Desperate sex addict picking up a partner at the local [sex addicts anonymous] meeting level horny.

Her bikini was soaked, and her breaths were ragged.

Riley looked at Sarah, whose eyes had rolled to the back of her skull, moaning like a sexually oppressed banshee after 2,000 years of haunting people as Kaze thrust slowly.