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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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Inside the rock.

Yue Li woke up half an hour later, her gaze blurry; she found herself lying against her usual bed—her son's chest. Dazedly gazing up, she found his eyes were closed as he leaned against the dark stone; he was taking a rest.

She looked at him for a bit, a second later, smiled, and went back to sleep on top of him.

"If you had a father, he would be cursed to have a son like you," she muttered.

Maybe Han Li had heard it; he cradled her gently in his embrace, and she silently snuggled deeper into him like a squirrel in its nest. Just like that, more time passed.

Once again, Yue Li woke up, dazed to find that familiar sensation of her son's tongue gently exploring her lips and fighting with her tongue in a battle for dominance. A battle where the son always conquered the mother. But she didn't push him back instinctually; her instinct had long become one to continue the kiss.