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Erotic Crown: Women's World

"Was it that hard for our women to defeat a man? Aren't you all ashamed that you were beaten by a man?" "But... but Commander, he is no ordinary man! You should see for yourself. Falko, they call him, is no ordinary man, and we can confirm that." In a land where women wield absolute power, can Falkor, the prince of a fallen realm, rise to become the ruler no one saw coming? Or will the throne, along with the women in power, devour him and his body leaving him dead and mind broken? This is a tale of rebellion, identity, seduction, and the collision of worlds—a prince’s struggle to reclaim not only the crown, but the soul of a queendom in a women's world. But was he really alone in this journey or did he have something supporting him throughout this whole journey, something like a system? It was a question so many women had seeing this great man in action. [We are you! We will support each other and that's our grand purpose. We are fated to greatness!] ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Author's Note: —This story has R-18 elements to it, but no netorare (NTR). —This story is a work of fiction and all the character names, locations, ages, and events depicted are purely the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real-world events or locations, is entirely coincidental. —18+ chapters will be marked. Disclaimer:- Some of the illustrations are not mine, so if you want me to remove them please contact me via Discord. Join the Discord for Illustrations and updates:- https://discord.gg/HE3UtxqA2x

ElectricLuna · Fantasi
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Women in love XIX - Witches

Falko's eyelids fluttered as he slowly regained consciousness, his vision hazy and unfocused. As he blinked the blurriness away, memories began to flood back—running through the dungeon, his battle with hornguffler, his time with Shalana… and then darkness. 

He tried to move, but his hands were chained, wrists bound high above his head, his arms aching. His shirt was gone, leaving his chest bare and cold, while his pants were the only thing left covering him. He shivered, both from the chill and the strange environment around him.

[Well, this is bad!]

Gamer made a remark, which Tyrant couldn't help but agree.

[If you die here, brat!....ah it is what it is. If you die here, that means you're not meant for greatness. We will find another Falko in an different universe.]