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Uprising Of The Cannon Fodders

"My heart only beats for you, you're my life, my heart and my soul, should anyone dare to touch you then they can only suffer in the flames of hell for all of eternity." The world deemed Akira a waste, not by default, but due to his own actions or lack of. He lacked the enthusiasm and desire to be anything. His family were all geniuses in their respective fields, but he spent the entire eighteen years of his life eating, drinking, and having fun. Despite all these, he loved his family and therefore it was an instinctive reaction to save his father from what could have been a fatal collision. He was supposed to be dead, but… Out of nowhere, a system appeared and thus began his journey of world-hopping to save the cannon fodder villains. In every story, there were always a few individuals whose purpose was to act as stepping stones for the love of the protagonists. Their suffering is there to act as the foil for their happiness. As a result, Akira must remove their protagonist's halo and teach these protagonist scums to value the life of others. ***************** Tags for the book. Romance, Bl, Fantasy, tragedy, Dark, Betrayal, revenge, comedy, system, transmigration, rebirth, face slapping, apocalypse, possessive, Obessesive, mystery, mythology, divine beings, mature, blood and Gore, Seme Protogonist, smut. ********* If you have any questions to ask at all or you just want to chat please reach me at my Instagram account @ros.emaryrose.

Rosemary Rose · Urban
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72 Chs

Chapter Thirteen *Smut*

Broken moans and gasps could be heard drifting from a room within the house. On a bed in the master’s bedroom, with blankets kicked aside, entwined were two naked men with each other as closely as only two people could ever be. Damon had his eyes tightly shut, with his forehead covered in sweat and his brows creased from pleasure.

His chest arched up slightly, rubbing against Ryden's body. Ryden just preferred to tease him around his collarbones with his tongue and mouth, refusing to go further down and kiss other spots. Helpless, Damon could merely grab Ryden's hand and place it on his chest.

"Oh, you're hard here?" Ryden stated as he played with his nipple twice, then grabbing Damon's wrists and holding them up over his head, while laughing. "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Damon could only open his eyes and raise his chin. Resigned, he spoke. "I want you to lick them. Happy?"