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

To The Town Of Ariah

With the merry sakura night settling in front of the cackling pyre of the festive soup's hearth—which was more than luxurious for four people—the moons dangled about in the pristine sea of stars.

It wasn't quite like it, but Yroa sensed some familiar warmth being occasionally thrown around, not the hellfire that perpetually scalded his skin, nor was the eternal toxic fume that corroded his lungs.

And despite the weird individuals around him, Yroa felt like that one time in his buried memory. The time where he wasn't a sinful prostitute, the time where his friends and family gathered at the dinner table to taste the new recipes he mastered from watching online videos.

Cooking and eating had been his forte since he was but a lad. Thanks to his genetics, he barely gained any weight. Then as time went on, his joy of eating shifted to form when he saw everyone eat what he put on the table.