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One Last System

Scorned by the world he was born in, Arthur had no other choice but to learn how to deal with it. Yet, just as his hard work and dedication were about to pay off, the hate towards his origins brought him to his death. But that wasn't his fate. His future wasn't supposed to end with his head cracking against the edge of the stairs. His bloodline could not die as that would be against the wish of the universe itself. Thrown to another world, he found himself in a situation where the skills and craft he honed would be no longer of use. His patience, his creativity, his logical thinking were no longer in demand in a world where strength reigned supreme. Or was it? "My system is overpowered. I'm not shameless enough to deny it." "Scores of women and slaves all around? Those are the wishes of a naive kid, not mine." "Lower the price of those apples by a quarter and we will have a deal!" "Dear, stop, I cannot hold any longer!" Jump in and follow Arthur's adventures as he proves that even the illogical world of sword and cultivation has its own rules. Laws, that one can learn, laws, that Arthur sets off to use to his own advantage! **** This novel will have some comedic elements, but it won't be the core of the story. I also won't hold back any punches when it comes to dark humor, heavy elements or morally ambiguous aspects. If you are looking for a fckboy/edgelord/cliche, then his novel is not for you. Discord: https://discord.gg/PNGgcMr

MotivatedSloth · Fantasía
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Taking the power back (r18)(1/2)

I couldn't tell for how long we ended up going at it. 

At first, we took things slow, as if still worried about the presence of the people nearby. Yet, as our lust started to grow and chase away all the unnecessary thoughts, I quickly stopped minding the potential onlookers and fully focused on the beauty and affection cuddling in my arms. 

It felt weird. 

It felt weird to keep on receiving satisfaction and only have my lust keep on growing. 

It was weird how Mia managed to easily get herself accustomed to the constant flow of my energy, regardless of how much she struggled to accept it before. 

It was, without even a shred of doubt, weird, how our senses seemed to connect, allowing us to share our experiences with each other on the go. 

But while cuddled up in Mia's embrace, having her hands pull my head into the soft cushion of her chest… I simply couldn't care less.