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Seven Beautiful Goddesses Want Me, But I Just Want My Revenge

Lilith: You seek vengeance, Adrian. But what if I told you there's another way to satisfy your desires? Adrian: What do you propose? Lilith: I shall let you go down on me, and in return, I'll lift you higher and grant you unimaginable powers. Hera: All seven of us. ****** After the death of his wife and the destruction of his kingdom, overwhelmed with grief and rage, Adrian sought revenge and his path inevitably led him to stumble upon seven trapped goddesses. They offered him the power to destroy his enemies in exchange for their freedom. United in their quest for vengeance, they wreaked havoc on those who wronged him, turning Adrian into a force to be reckoned with, feared by all. And by satisfying their unholy desires, Adrian rose in power and became... the Malevolent Lord. **** And just incase you are wondering... [No NTR - No Yuri - No system that assists the protagonist - No mind control - No unnecessary Drama] [Hardcore Inseki - Harem - Slice of Life Romance - A lot of fleshed out +18 scenes - Gore - MILF - Slut training - Hardcore - Graphic Lemons]

DegeneratedPervert · Fantasy
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322 Chs

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Adrian and Medea exchanged a brief glance, and without a word, they executed a flawless maneuver. Adrian crouched low, his arms tensing as his chains coiled beneath him like a snake preparing to strike. 

Medea took off running despite the chaos around them. As she reached Adrian, she placed a foot on his back, using him as a springboard to leap high into the air.

For a split second, she was airborne, her silhouette cutting through the sky before she came crashing down in the midst of the enemy army. She landed with a deafening thud, her sword already slicing through the closest soldiers as dark fire exploded outward from her like a shockwave.

Adrian, not one to be left behind, shot his chains deep into the ground, using them to propel himself into the air. With the force of his chains pulling him forward, he flew over the battlefield, landing a short distance from Medea, right in the center of a group of enemy soldiers.