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Lord Summoner's Freedom Philosophy: Grimoire of Love

Summoning. One of the rarest type of magician exist in the world. Who would able to underestimate summoning and ordering a mighty pheonix, or summoning an invincible dragon? Of course, none. To master the path of summoning, only those born with an innate talent and strive to learn the path of summoning magic might be capable of achieving and master the powerful magic. But not for Lyan Arcanium Evocatore. After succeeding defeating his lifetime quest of saving the human world by offering his life, the great incubus's wish of living freely got granted and he wakes up at a parallel world with 8 powerful spirits contracted with him and a summoning grimoire. [The gods have granted you the Grimoire of Summoning: Creatures of Love] [You're capable of obtaining the summonable monsters by having affectionate intercourse with your romantic interests] [The Grimoire is chosen in consideration of the host's former occupation as an incubus] "Intercourse!?" But not only the grimoire, The other problem is... -You are? -Whoa... What with this weakling? -It seems that you're my master, nice to meet you -So you're the forementioned servant, huh!? -B-Big bro! Y-You're the summoner! -........ -Boy, you look delicious -Um... Where exactly are we? "How should I know!? And why the hell should I sleep with women in order to get my summonable monsters!?!?" Follow the summoner Lyan as he collect monsters, get dragged into different kinds of war, became the greatest feudal lord, battling the goblin king, facing the dragon tribe, and opposing the evil god followers! One of the King of Kings Series ______________________________________ Join the discord server for discussions, announcements, and characters illustrations ---> https://discord.gg/v872fq3s5h

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Rebuilding Grafen with Passion (End) Significant Progress

Lyan woke up feeling an intense sensation coursing through his lower half, stirring him from the depths of a pleasant dream. His eyes fluttered open, and he blinked against the morning light streaming through the high windows of his grand bed chamber. As his senses gradually returned, he looked down to see Raine, her white hair tumbling in soft waves around her face, and her mischievous smile that reached her eyes.

"Good morning, Lyan," she purred, her voice sultry as her hands and mouth continued their expert ministrations. "Did you sleep well?"

Lyan groaned, a mix of pleasure and surprise evident in his expression. "Raine... what a way to wake a man."

She giggled, the sound both innocent and alluring. "I thought you might enjoy a special wake-up call."