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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
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#R18
#COMEDY
#HAREM
#OVERPOWERED
#CULTIVATION
#ISEKAI
#UNPRINCIPLED
#LITRPG

Proselytizing In The Middle Of The War

"When the mist disperse, the veins are apparent from the outside~"

Far above the billowing clouds of the hot-scorching sky, was a group of eccentric individuals featuring sleek, black composite armor with purple and red dragon and phoenix motifs. 

They all stood above the clouds as if they were weightless.

"Why are the higher ups sending us here to deal with the Kizhtaniks again?"

Their chest plate mimicked traditional oriental armor with angular lines and overlapping scales. Beneath the armor, a dark purple tunic with red embroidery extended to mid-thigh, visible at the neckline and sleeves.