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The Conquerors Path

Love, lust, and desire... Austin didn't know much about all that in his past life, for he was average in all aspects of his life. A guy who took psychology and math to learn because he couldn't get into biology, the only exciting thing about him being the fact that when he died, he ended up in his favorite eroge game with the task of getting the girls and making the protagonist a loner. Love, like manipulation or time in hell... That was his choice from the God Of Games... The beautiful girls of tsunderes, the sadist, the masochist, the kuudere, and the...yandere, and more. A world with living, breathing women of high status and power who don't like to share... So what happens when Austin goes behind them?... What happens when the Gods that feel nothing feel for him? What happens when he becomes the gigolo of the Gods?... Well, come and find out as he tried to survive among all the crazy women that exist... [There will be a lot of sex scenes, but it might only start after about 60 or so chapters.] (Note: Hey, first of all, this is not a fanfiction! It's true that the beginning of the story and some parts resemble some novels, but none of the characters are related to others from the novel. Also, the story flow will become completely different later!! Again, not a fanfic! The image does not belong to me; if the creator wants to remove it, message me.) My Discord: https://discord.gg/XyYvJ389mg

Chaosking · ファンタジー
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Chapter 632-Small Punishment(3)

The room was filled with the symphony of Trisa's moans, my fingers continued their dance on her pinkened ass, her arousal heightened by the dual sensations of pain and pleasure.

"Let's make it interesting, Trisa," I whispered, my voice dripping with desire. "Six more, and if you can resist the temptation to cum, I'll release you from your punishment."

The challenge hung in the air, a tantalizing proposition that Trisa, lost in the haze of pleasure, couldn't resist. As my hand came down in a steady rhythm, the room filled with the intoxicating scent of arousal. Her moans grew louder, the struggle evident in the way her body quivered.

Pakh!~

"One," I counted, my voice a sultry whisper that fueled her desires.

Her breath hitched, and her grip on the table tightened. The wetness between her legs betrayed the inner turmoil she was experiencing, the conflict between duty and her undeniable arousal.

Pakh!~