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Tyrant in Women's World

Oliver, a man who stood out in every aspect from the societal norms of the world he was born into, suddenly finds himself immersed in a society where traditional gender roles have been completely reversed. Women now hold all positions of power, leaving men marginalized and facing various forms of discrimination. Men had been weakened both physically and mentally, leaving them powerless against the brutal and horny females that were waiting to devour them. In the midst of everything, Oliver remained the sole unconventional element that could alter the world's trajectory. He was famously known as the "Reincarnation of the Nameless Giant," a nickname given to him by women who feared him. For years, everything remained unchanged, but a dramatic turn of events set the wheels of fate in motion. The empire's steadfast pillar, who also served as Oliver's mother, inexplicably vanished without a trace, leaving no evidence of her existence behind. This is the tale of Oliver, a young man thrust into the midst of a perilous situation. His existence becomes entangled with the formidable threat of the carnivorous women that are waiting to devour him. Can he survive and find the mystery about his mother's disappearance, or would he take a different path as the only man that is different from the rest of male society and become a tyrant that would destroy this reverse world? (Dropped) ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Author's Note: —This story has R-18 elements to it, but no netorare (NTR) Disclaimer:- Some of the illustrations are not mine, so if you want me to remove them please contact me via Discord. Join the Discord to see the illustrations and updates:- https://discord.gg/kHNVDfBTJr

ElectricLuna · Fantaisie
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75 Chs

Calm morning

Oliver awoke with a stretch, the futon beneath him providing a surprisingly good night's sleep. A satisfying yawn escaped him as he took a moment to revel in the comfort of the modest room. His fingers instinctively traced over his body, a silent check to ensure he was unharmed.

The memories of the previous night were still vivid in his memories and Oliver couldn't help but find them chaotic, after all, his life had never been easy after Victoria disappeared.

"Guess I made it through the night in one piece," he muttered to himself, a faint smile playing on his lips. His gaze swept the room, searching for any sign of Fujikiri, but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Fujikiri must have slipped out while I was catching some sleep and rest," he thought, a touch of disappointment in his eyes. He knew she had her own agenda, and their paths might not cross again anytime soon or she might even be his enemy when they meet next time.