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#ROMANCE
#SYSTEM
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#HAREM
#OVERPOWERED
#CULTIVATION
#SLICEOFLIFE
#VILLAIN
#XIANXIA

My Mother Has a System but Won't Use It

A person who had been considered trash all his life. A person who had only been cared for by his mother and no one else. A person who didn't have a Spark where everyone else did—a person who couldn't cultivate. That was... Han Li. Yet, on his 18th birthday, everything changed! He was on the roof of his home, frolicking with his mother as usual, when he was gifted something by her—a blank and incomprehensible notebook that she had bought from a scammer. No, it was not blank, not incomprehensible to him; it was as clear as daylight. Others couldn't see the words written there, but he could see them, and he was stunned—the inheritance of the Sacred Demon of Lust. And thus began Han Li's rise. *** Join our Discord: https://discord.gg/d7gNwe9zDw [Warning – Mature Content and Taboo Relationships.] [Explicit R18] What should you expect from this story? A Harem with fleshed-out characters. As for the number of women, the core harem would be under 20, but he would have more women. It is especially a story for the MILF lovers out there. The MC is a decisive and demonic person who knows what he's doing. SO, HE IS NOT A PASSIVE SLOG! Expect no cliché overload. Even if some things seem cliché, they won't be in the long run. There would also be a fun power system to explore. Plot, plot, characters, power system, and nice world building. What else can you ask for? Jump in! Of course, women. Ladies, all with their own characters, personality, and beliefs. Especially lots of love for the Mother! ... (No NTR: MC's women would not be touched by any other man.) (No, Yuri: MC's women won't play with each other.) (No R***: Obviously).

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#ROMANCE
#SYSTEM
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#HAREM
#OVERPOWERED
#CULTIVATION
#SLICEOFLIFE
#VILLAIN
#XIANXIA

Bed of red flowers

Looking at the room for a last time and seeing nothing special here, Han Li walked through the doorway on the side to another room. This was where the second trial would be held. His mother was carried in a princess hold, her small butt, soft like marshmallows, gently held in his hand as he walked in, fondling covertly.

"You just inserted a thumb into my crotch area. That was deliberate, right?" She asked seductively, but he only smiled and looked around the second room. This room was different. There were no statues. Instead, It was full of flowers everywhere.

There was a beautiful smell that wafted into noses upon entry, and in the middle of it all was a huge bed made of red flowers.