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The Conquerors Path

Love, lust, and desire... Austin didn't know much about all that in his past life, for he was average in all aspects of his life. A guy who took psychology and math to learn because he couldn't get into biology, the only exciting thing about him being the fact that when he died, he ended up in his favorite eroge game with the task of getting the girls and making the protagonist a loner. Love, like manipulation or time in hell... That was his choice from the God Of Games... The beautiful girls of tsunderes, the sadist, the masochist, the kuudere, and the...yandere, and more. A world with living, breathing women of high status and power who don't like to share... So what happens when Austin goes behind them?... What happens when the Gods that feel nothing feel for him? What happens when he becomes the gigolo of the Gods?... Well, come and find out as he tried to survive among all the crazy women that exist... [There will be a lot of sex scenes, but it might only start after about 60 or so chapters.] (Note: Hey, first of all, this is not a fanfiction! It's true that the beginning of the story and some parts resemble some novels, but none of the characters are related to others from the novel. Also, the story flow will become completely different later!! Again, not a fanfic! The image does not belong to me; if the creator wants to remove it, message me.) My Discord: https://discord.gg/XyYvJ389mg

Chaosking · Fantasy
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703 Chs

Chapter 564-New Round.

My fingers traced a slow path up her body, starting at her neck, and then down to the swell of her breasts. They were full and inviting, and my thumbs brushed against her hardened nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her.

Mira's stomach was toned and inviting, a canvas for my exploration. I kissed her navel and teased the area with my tongue, relishing the way she quivered beneath my touch.

My hands slid lower, caressing her midriff, feeling the warmth of her skin against my palms. I could sense the tension building within her, her anticipation palpable. Her hips swayed involuntarily, a silent invitation for me to continue. I traced the contours of her hips with my fingertips, feeling her shiver at my touch.