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The Profane Dungeon Is A Trap!

"As a little lesson, try believing in things that are impossible. After all, how else can they become?" Yroa is a petitely hung, sadistic, mischievous, yet charismatic male prostitute who was born with a face befitting that of a youthful goddess, something that should be bestowed to a woman—not a man. However, instead of loathing it, he used this gift to its fullest, leading to a rather successful and lecherous life until his unfortunate end welcomed him in front of the inferno’s gate. Unexpectedly, a sequence of salvations arrives, resulting in his second chance in life within the new world of Yassimhre as a Living Dungeon Core! In a world where values are numbered, the sky of cultivation is limitless—while the Gods and Goddesses are gambling on how things will go in the grand scheme of emanation, how will he survive? ___________ Reader discretion is advised: Explicit and mature content ahead! If it isn’t obvious enough, the MC is a Trap, albeit an aggressive and dominant one instead of meek and submissive. There’s no Yuri, Yaoi, nor NTR content, but a significant potential for Netori can be found. At the same time, a lot of straight Trapdom and Josou Seme. Occasionally, Femdom. Average word count per chapter is 2000-4000 outside of the short prologue. With it, the author wishes you a good day. May there be light, and the tale that follows it along the way.

YokoyokoRPG · Fantasy
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84 Chs

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder

As a sharp percussive explosion happened in quick-paced sequence in the background, Nyssa Quitail, the First Captain of the Flagship scurried over to the expanded-space chamber inside the Landship where the true core of the engine was located.

Each step was resolute, her eyes unwavering of the emotion that was building up beneath her chest.

Until it overflowed and began affecting her body. 

"Tch, why does it have to be now of all time…" Leaning her shoulder to the wall, her shaky hand rummaged her own pocket for something that was needed in this scenario. "Fuck! My medication ran out! I swear that I still have at least one or two of it, enough for the current operation, urgh…!!"

She hammered her hand to the wall of the Landship in fervent anger. Still unwavering, she placed her shaky hand in between her teeth before she bit it deep enough for the pain to dull the tremor