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The Profane Dungeon Is A Trap!

"As a little lesson, try believing in things that are impossible. After all, how else can they become?" Yroa is a petitely hung, sadistic, mischievous, yet charismatic male prostitute who was born with a face befitting that of a youthful goddess, something that should be bestowed to a woman—not a man. However, instead of loathing it, he used this gift to its fullest, leading to a rather successful and lecherous life until his unfortunate end welcomed him in front of the inferno’s gate. Unexpectedly, a sequence of salvations arrives, resulting in his second chance in life within the new world of Yassimhre as a Living Dungeon Core! In a world where values are numbered, the sky of cultivation is limitless—while the Gods and Goddesses are gambling on how things will go in the grand scheme of emanation, how will he survive? ___________ Reader discretion is advised: Explicit and mature content ahead! If it isn’t obvious enough, the MC is a Trap, albeit an aggressive and dominant one instead of meek and submissive. There’s no Yuri, Yaoi, nor NTR content, but a significant potential for Netori can be found. At the same time, a lot of straight Trapdom and Josou Seme. Occasionally, Femdom. Average word count per chapter is 2000-4000 outside of the short prologue. With it, the author wishes you a good day. May there be light, and the tale that follows it along the way.

YokoyokoRPG · ファンタジー
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84 Chs

Dungeon Diving

The scouting troupe of the supposed Holy Army had nearly reached the location of the Landship and the void landmark of Yroa's dungeon. After a quick scan for ohr signature on the area, Yroa realized that Azel, Ayssa, Morwen, and Kcul were currently inside the dungeon again for some reason.

'The hell they are doing in there…'

He thought that the four of them would stay warm and dormant inside the Landship for the time being after getting Kcul the tour for the place, not going back to the dungeon. 

Yroa planned to use his divinity to make the Landship practically invisible and only had Morwen out when the Holy Army's scouting troupe arrived at the close perimeters.