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#SLICEOFLIFE
#ANTIHERO

I Shall Cuck Everyone

What would you do if you could copy abilities in an apocalyptic world? Of course, you can only copy women’s powers by having sex with them and absorbing their… coital essence. Jake Mystro, a gritty, iron-willed teen, was born without an ability in a world that scorns the powerless. His body even rejected artificial enhancements, leaving him defenseless. But Jake didn’t wallow. Armed with beast gears, he fended off bullies and carved out his own path. One fateful day, Jake was deceived into awakening his latent Vampiric powers, a brutal process that left him teetering between life and death. In that moment, everything changed. [Ding!] [Cuckold System acquired!] [The Goddess of Lust recognizes your unyielding will and determination.] [You are now her chosen follower.] [Steal the women of others, and your power will grow unmatched.] “I bow to no one—not even a goddess!” Jake roared. “I’ll conquer the Goddess of Lust herself! Watch me!” [Fufufu… such audacity. You’ve got balls of steel.] Join Jake Mystro on his wild journey, taking on perverted tasks and becoming every man’s worst nightmare. --- Tags: Slice of Life, Incest, Netori, Ecchi, Witches, Vampires, Pregnancy, Rape, Beastkins, Demi-humans, Fellatio, Cunnilingus, Dhampirs, Demons, Gods, Fetish, Sperm-spreading, OP-Protagonist, Academy, Blood Manipulation, Gore, Familiars, Mutants. =========================== Notes: - The MC doesn’t acquire the system early in the story. - Jake isn’t the one getting NTR’d or cucked, he’s the one stealing from others.

Perverted_Fella · Fantastique
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#ACTION
#ADVENTURE
#ROMANCE
#REINCARNATION
#SYSTEM
#R18
#HAREM
#OVERPOWERED
#SLICEOFLIFE
#ANTIHERO

Avril Cross

I have to admit, Avril must be quite talented since I wasn't able to notice when she swapped with her clones. Their seamless transition leaves me momentarily awestruck, but I quickly regain my composure. After nodding my head to her words, Avril steps forward, presenting a gadget with the number 30 boldly displayed on it. The device emits a faint hum, drawing my attention to the digital countdown.

"Is that not the timer?" I inquire, my curiosity piqued by the ominous display.

"This," she says, her voice laced with urgency, "is the timer. It's counting down the number of lives left. I think each participant has one,"

"A fearsome swordsman has been wreaking havoc, leaving a trail of death in his wake. He's responsible for the demise of my teammates, and now he's coming for us."